Spike: (#3.5 The Beat and the Pulse) Read Online Free PDF Page B

cried out, sensation exploding across my entire body. Flexing, he edged deeper until we were joined completely, and then he pulled back and entered me again and again, falling into a punishing rhythm that had me rising fast.
    “Don’t stop,” I cried as I exploded around him.
    He stroked faster, his fingers reaching around and finding my clit. He pinched hard, the sharp pain only pleasing me more, and I was falling and falling with no end in sight.
    “ Ren .” He grunted, curling his body over mine and holding deep inside me.
    I felt his release pour into me as mine drew it out of him, and our gazes locked. Watching this strong, powerful man come apart because of me was hypnotic.
    Turning my head, my lips searched for his and when they met, he kissed me slow and hard, our tongues massaging against one another in a contented dance as our orgasms began to fade.
    “I love you.” I gasped as our lips broke apart.
    His eyes were blazing powerfully in the afterglow. “I love you.”
    “Only you,” I murmured as he pulled out and scooped me up into his arms. “ Only you .”

Six
    Ren

    I pushed into the cafe around the corner from Beat and inhaled the scent of fresh roasted coffee.
    “Hey, Ren.”
    I smiled at the barista behind the counter and said in my best chirpy morning voice, “Hey, Seth.”
    Seth was one of the sweetest guys I knew, and the best thing about him was that he was not a fighter. At six-two he was this tall, lanky hipster with black horn-rimmed glasses. Not long after I first moved to Beat, we’d become friends and had gone out on a nice but ultimately disastrous date. I’d fantasized about Ash the entire time, which was totally not fair, but he was cool about it, and we’d been buddies ever since.
    Seth smiled, his glasses fogging up under the onslaught of steam from the coffee machine. “You want your usual?”
    “Sure.”
    “Have a seat,” he said, nodding toward my usual table by the window. “I’ll bring it over.”
    The machine fired up as I slid into the chair, my gaze raking over the familiar street outside. This had been mine and Josie’s table since day dot. Remembering how we first met, I shook my head and smiled. She’d been walking down the street in six-inch heels — she was this glamazon who liked wearing wildly inappropriate shoes to an office gig — and she had fallen over. Naturally, I’d helped her up , and she’d invited me to have coffee with her as a thanks. The rest was history.
    Seth appeared beside me and placed a cup and saucer on the table.
    “One cappuccino with extra chocolate on top,” he declared.
    “Oh, and you’ve even made one of those leaf designs on the foam,” I said with a laugh.
    “All the trimmings for my best customer.” He gave me a good-humored wink and returned to his post.
    Curling my hands around the cup, I took a sip, and I sighed contentedly as the hot liquid ran down my throat. I had to say, once I was full-time over at Pulse, I’d miss grabbing a coffee here every morning. The company wasn’t too bad either.
    “Good?” Seth called out from behind the counter.
    “Stunning,” I threw back with a thumbs up. The bell rang over the door as more customers came in, and I left him to it.
    My phone began to buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out, smiling when I saw Josie’s name.
    Swiping my finger across the screen, I pressed the brick to my ear and said, “I was just thinking about you.”
    “Aww,” Josie said. “That’s so sweet!”
    “Guess where I am?”
    “At the cafe, of course. Say hi to Seth for me.”
    Glancing over to where Seth was leaning over the counter, I called out, “Josie says hi!”
    He waved. “Tell her I miss her smart mouth.”
    “That little shit,” Josie exclaimed.
    “He means it in the best possible way,” I replied, not bothering to mask my amusement.
    “It’s been a while,” she went on. “How’s things?”
    “Yeah, okay. Busy.”
    “How’s the new guy? Caleb? He’s a bit of a