Hard To Bear by Georgette St. Clair Page B

her arch her back and cry aloud.  He massaged the spot with the pad of his index finger and sucked harder, until the dam inside her burst and the hot streams of pleasure gushed through her body. She felt dizzy, lighter than air.  Sparks exploded behind her eyes as she came, gasping for breath.
    He moved up, pressing his knee between her legs, and she parted her thighs, wrapping her arms around his waist.
    Then he paused, moving down to grab a condom from his wallet.  He tore open the packet and rolled it onto his thick cock.
    “Jumbo size?” she guessed. “Not that I’m complaining.”
    “Was it good for you too?” he teased.
    “Oh, my God,” she said.  “Oh. God. Terrifyingly good. Yes.”
    The thick head of his cock nudged between her drenched lips, and he moved his hips and thrust again until he was inside her. He thrust again, filling her completely, so big that it took several more hard thrusts before he was fully inside her.
    Then he began rocking his hips in rhythm, burying his face in her hair. “Oh, baby, you’re so tight. I love how you squeeze me,” he groaned.
    He was so big that it hurt, but it was an exquisitely pleasurable pain.  He filled her completely, and she felt her wet sheath clamping down on his cock, squeezing it hard.  
    He pumped inside her, thrusting all the way in, and then pausing while he was buried all the way to the hilt. 
    “Don’t stop,” she begged, and he resumed, hard and fast, and then, just when she was on the brink, stopping again, making her plead for it.  Finally with a last explosive thrust, she came again, hard, muscles convulsing and clamping on his cock, and he came with her, his guttural grunts of pleasure sounding in her ear.

Chapter Eight
    Flint woke up to the urgent sound of hi s cell phone trilling from the nightstand.  It was a special ring tone that had been programmed to alert him in case of emergency.
    Coral lay on her side with her back to him; he’d been spooning her, arms wrapped around her deliciously soft, warm body, when the phone rang.
    Yearning to sink into her warmth again, instead, he scrabbled for the phone, pulling it out of his pocket and answering it quickly.  “Flint?” Melinda said. “You need to come meet me right away. I’m at our northwest post.”
    “ What do you need?”
    “I’ve been attacked.”
    Alarm shot through him.  Melinda didn’t sound as if she’d been badly injured – she wasn’t even out of breath – but if she’d been attacked, that was bad news.  The operation might have been compromised.
    He swung his legs across the bed, and sat up.  “I’m on my way,” he said. “Have you called Rory yet?”
    “ Just hurry!”
    He pulled on his pants quickly.
    Coral was looking at him, her sheet drawn up to cover her.  “That was Melinda,” she said, her tone cool.
    “Yes, it was.  You heard that?”
    “ I’m a wolf shifter.  We have freakishly good hearing.  Did I hear her say she’s been attacked?”
    “No, no,” he lied, inwardly cursing.   “Just some problems at the work site.”
    Coral just stared at him stony-faced.  She’d heard what she’d heard. He knew it. She knew it.
    Melinda shouldn’t have called him, and she was well aware of it.  She had just risked exposing them all.  She should have called Rory, their lieutenant and commanding officer. Flint’s reason for being in town was to provide cover for their entire crew.  The construction project was the perfect cover, allowing them to move dozens of men into town undetected and unquestioned.
    He quickly dresse d, wincing at the look on Coral’s face. This wasn’t the morning after he’d been hoping for.
    “I’ll be back in time to take you out to lunch,” he promised.
    She shook her head, frowning. “I’ll be busy throughout the day,” she said.  “I’m following up on some leads.”
    “What kind of leads?”
    “Stories I’m working on.”  She shrugged, not meeting his gaze.  She had the covers pulled up,