True: 11 (New Species) Read online

  She swallowed a protest and just nodded. True yanked open a closet door to investigate, disappeared for a few seconds to check out the kitchen, and then walked down the hallway toward what she assumed were the bedrooms.

  “Be careful,” she called out.

  She could have sworn she heard him growl and smiled. He was cute when he was being paranoid and protective. She kicked off her shoes, walked over to the couch and sat. It was plush and comfortable. The large television drew her attention and she longed to turn it on. It was something she had missed since True either didn’t own one or had removed it before he’d taken her home with him. The remote beckoned but she resisted the temptation.

  “All is secure.”

  She turned toward him and grinned. “I knew it would be.” She patted the couch. “Come sit next to me. It’s been a long night, hasn’t it?”

  He walked over but instead of taking a seat, he leaned down and lifted her into his arms. “There is a big bed down the hall. You need sleep.”

  Her stomach growled. It was loud and she blushed a little, knowing he couldn’t have missed hearing it.

  He glanced down at her middle. “Food first though.”

  “They said they were sending something.”

  The doorbell rang. She chuckled. “Good timing.”

  He gently deposited her back on the couch. “I’ll get it. You stay put.”

  She didn’t protest. Exhaustion was taking its toll. Her side ached but she wasn’t going to mention that. True would have her flat on her back and feeding her by hand if she did. The person at the door was blocked from view by True’s big body but she heard them exchange soft words before he closed the door and turned, holding a covered tray in one hand.

  “Breakfast.”

  He placed it on the table and lifted off the lid. Two large platter-size plates were side by side with juice and milk containers next to each. Napkin-rolled silverware lay on the other side. The sight of a big steak, scrambled eggs and fried potatoes made her mouth water.

  “Take your pick of which plate you want,” True shifted the tray so their plates were in the right place. “They cooked both of them all the way through.”

  “You can tell that just by looking at them?”

  “My nose tells me. Justice told them we were just mated so they cooked mine a little more than normal.”

  “Why?”

  He sat on the floor next to her instead of on the couch. “To not offend you.”

  “You like your steaks bloody.” She remembered that about New Species. “I don’t mind.”

  He grinned. “They were being thoughtful and didn’t know that, Jeanie. It’s fine. I’m just happy to eat. They probably wanted to assure that you’d allow me to mount you and didn’t want you to be disgusted by watching blood drip from my fork. They wanted to avoid anything that might put you off.”

  She laughed. “It would take a lot more than that to dissuade me from climbing into bed with you.”

  All humor left his features as he stared at her. “Eat, Jeanie.”

  She knew that heated stare well and forgot about her fork. “You want me.”

  “Always.” His gaze lowered to her chest. “Bad. Eat fast.”

  “We could put these in the fridge and eat later. I don’t mind cold food.”

  “I would mind you being hungry and choosing to sate my physical needs over yours. Eat, mate.”

  She picked up the fork and knife since he seemed dead set on making sure they had breakfast before going to bed. The wariness left as she consumed at least half of the contents of the plate before she finally called it quits. She would never be able to finish a New Species portion of what they considered a meal. True’s plate was almost completely clean since he took bigger bites. She met his gaze.

  “I’m full and totally ready to go to bed when you are.”

  He dropped his silverware and stood. “Do you want to sleep?”

  She shook her head. “I want you. This is kind of our honeymoon. We can sleep afterward. So, where is this bedroom?” She stood.

  “There are actually two.” He stepped around the table and halted almost chest to chest with her and held out his hand. “Let me show you the one I think you will like better.”

  “Lead the way, sexy.” She tried to take his hand but he gripped her hips instead.

  He growled low, looking pleased with the nickname as he lifted her up his body until their faces were level. “Wrap around me.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He walked slowly, every step rubbing them together as he kept staring into her eyes.

  “You’re going to walk us into a wall.” Not that she’d mind.

  He chuckled. “I won’t.” He did glance away then as he maneuvered them down the hallway and into a bedroom.

  Jeanie glanced around, taking in a nicely furnished room with a massive four-poster bed. It was high off the floor. She turned back to True and he kissed her. Her eyes closed as she opened her mouth, moaning against his tongue. The slow glide of that talented tongue teasing hers was a promise of what was to come once she was naked.

  She broke the kiss. “Put me on the bed.”

  He tossed her and she landed on the soft mattress with a bounce. She laughed. “In a hurry? That was kind of fun.”

  “You’re on the bed.” He grinned, bent down and tore off one of his boots. He gripped the bedpost with one hand to steady his balance. “Now you need to be naked before I tear your clothes off. I want you too bad, Jeanie.”

  She sat up and got to her knees while yanking her shirt up her body. She tossed it aside. “I want you too.”

  Her pants were easy to shove down since they were just stretch fabric. She threw herself backward to sprawl in the center of the bed, wiggling the rest of the way out of them. She aimed and tossed them at True. He’d opened his shirt but was working on the snaps of his pants. Her pants hit him square in the chest. She laughed as his head jerked up in surprise.

  “Hurry up, slowpoke.” She stretched flat, totally naked and knew she had his full attention when he ran his narrowed gaze over every inch of her. She rolled over, lifted up to her hands and knees, smiling. “You said something about mounting. I imagine this is the right position for it?”

  He growled low and quickly shed his clothes. He grasped the edge of the bed and crawled toward her, looking a little wild and savage with his sharp teeth showing and a voracious gleam in his eyes. She enjoyed seeing him that way, all well-defined muscles and bigger than life. He surprised her by reaching up and knocking her over onto her side instead of just curling around her body the way she expected.

  “What are y—”

  He pounced, grabbing her leg and twisting her around on the bed until he crouched over her. “I can’t mount you until you’re really wet.” A grin curved his lips as he looked down at her slightly parted thighs. “I know just how to get you that way. Open up for me.”

  She didn’t blush as she accommodated his request, drawing her knees up but placing her feet far apart to give him plenty of space as he lowered his face. His lips brushed a kiss over her inner thigh, moved downward and she giggled when he tickled her with his hair, which fell forward to tease her lower belly.

  “You think this is funny?” He glanced up, still smiling.

  “Your hair,” she explained.

  “I’ll cut it tomorrow.”

  “Don’t.” Her fingers ran through the loose strands, pulling it away from his face. “I like you just the way you are. Don’t change a thing.”

  One eyebrow arched and the smile faded. “Do you mean that?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t scare you at all?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good. Remember that.”

  She opened her mouth to ask why she should but True shoved his hands under her ass, grabbed hold of her in a firm grip and his shoulders pressed against her inner thighs to force them wider. His mouth was hot and wet as he nuzzled against her sex and h