Breaking Free: A Colorado High Country Crossover Novel, Pamela Clare [i can read book club .TXT] 📗

looked over at him, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Of course, but I couldn’t spoil the surprise.” He drove through the roundabout, waving to Bear as they passed.

“Jason Chiago. Winona Belcourt! My friend Winona is home!”

Then Jason turned the corner and parked in front of Winona’s house, where her family and a few Team members stood, waiting for her—Chaska, Naomi with the baby, Old Man, Megs, Ahearn, and Sasha.

Jason got out, opened her door, and carefully lifted her into his arms. “Welcome home, angel.”

Chapter 23

On the brink, Winona’s fingers clenched in Jason’s hair, his head between her thighs, his lips and tongue driving her crazy, his fingers thrusting deep inside her. “Jason!”

It felt so good, so unbelievably good.

She hovered on the edge of an orgasm, savoring every second of it, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming. “Yes. Oh, God!”

Then she shattered, climax washing through her in a shimmering rush, making her cry out. He was relentless, staying with her until the tremors had passed, his clever mouth and fingers coaxing every bit of pleasure from her that they could. Then he kissed his way up her body, tasting her nipples, her throat, her lips, bringing her back.

She opened her eyes, drew his mouth to hers, kissed him. “Help me turn over.”

They’d practiced over the past two days and had gotten pretty good at managing sex despite her injured leg. It was all a matter of positioning and persistence, and Jason was very creative.

She lifted her injured leg off the stack of pillows, Jason supporting her ankle as she rolled onto her right side. He moved the pillow stack and helped her gently lower her leg once more. When she was comfortable again, he slid into bed behind her, his palms cupping and caressing her bare buttocks.

“I love your ass.” He slipped his fingers between her thighs, stroked her clit, reviving the lust he’d just slaked. “You are so wet.”

Then he rolled a condom onto his erection and nudged himself inside her, the thick, hard feel of him making her moan.

He thrust slowly, his lips and teeth on her bare shoulder, one hand reaching around to fondle her breasts, his fingers teasing and plucking her puckered nipples, sending jolts of pleasure to her womb.

In this position, she could do nothing but surrender. The helplessness of it turned her on, but only because she trusted Jason entirely. She’d never been able to give herself so completely to a man before, and, oh, the reward was sweet.

In… Out...

Each achingly slow thrust sent a surge of pleasure through her belly, heightening her arousal, driving her need for him. And she did need him. She needed him to put out the fire he’d started, to satisfy the growing ache inside her.

In… Out...

She reached back, rested one hand on his hip, her other hand curled into a fist against her pillow. His powerful body moved against hers, his hands still busy with her breasts. She whimpered in frustration, wondering why he hadn’t touched her clit. He knew she couldn’t come like this. Oh, but it felt so good.

In… Out...

Slowly, slowly the tension inside her grew, thrust upon thrust, pleasure drawing tighter in her belly, her need for release becoming desperate, his cock stretching her, filling her, stroking that sensitive place inside her.

Climax snuck up on her like the slow rising of a tide, the intensity of it growing as it moved through her, making her cry out, the torrent lifting her higher and higher, until she thought she might drown in bliss.

Then his control snapped, and he pounded into her from behind, the hand that had teased her nipples now caressing her clit. She found herself rushing headlong to an amazing third climax. This time, he came with her, groaning against her nape, finishing with three hard thrusts, his body shaking.

For a time, they lay there breathless, Winona’s mind blissfully empty, Jason’s heart thrumming against her back, one big hand caressing her thigh.

Gradually, the world around them returned.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” He sat up. “I’ll make breakfast.”

Winona made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb the tangles from her hair. She slipped into her bathrobe and went to the kitchen, where Jason was busy at the stove.

“I could get used to this—you making me breakfast every morning in your underwear.”

He did have the finest ass in the entire world.

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Over cheese omelets, breakfast potatoes, and coffee, they talked about the day.

“We should have dinner at Knockers tonight.”

“What’s with you and Knockers?” She would rather stay home with him.

They’d spent the past two days holed up in her house, Winona doing her best to savor the time she had left with him. Already, a week had gone by, the days slipping like sand through her fingers. It was Sunday, and he would be leaving early on Thursday to make it back in time for the hearing on Friday.

Four days. Four days was all Winona had left with him. After that…

“Hey, I like the beer—and I thought I’d give the climbing wall a try.”

“Really?” The thought of him rock climbing—well, it didn’t turn her off. “Okay then. You’re on.”

They talked about other things he might want to do before he left town. Visit Rocky Mountain National Park. Get a tour of Team HQ, affectionately referred to as The Cave. Visit Naomi’s shop, Tanagila’s, to see the jewelry she made.

Winona held her coffee mug. “Are you afraid?”

“About the hearing?” He leaned back in his chair, picked up his mug, sipped. “Nah. I broke the rules. I killed a man on the wrong side of the border, and I endangered myself. If they terminate me, I will have earned it.”

She had to ask. “Is there any chance you’ll go to prison?”

Jason shook his head. “No. This isn’t a criminal proceeding. The man I killed was caught red-handed smuggling drugs into the country and had just shot a federal agent. I only fired after he pointed his rifle at me.”

“Thank