Page 28 of Her Convict Wolf

Good.She’s starting to put her faith in me. To trust that I know what’s best for her.

Later, when we’re back at the cabin, I’ll explain that I’ve already made more money than I’d ever have time to spend, and it would be a pleasure treating her to anything she wants. I’m also pretty darn sure that any bank account she’s had has been frozen already.

When we get back to the parking lot, she spots a garden store, off at the far end.

I look at her questioningly.

“I was thinking it’d be nice to revive the vegetable garden,” she says.

My heart jolts. She wants to stay here long enough to grow a garden together.

This is the best news.

We go in and the cheerful clerk advises us on what we can plant in the heat of summer. We pick out some seeds and a bunch of little plants. Emory is like a kid in a candy store, talking about all the salads she’s going to whip up. We bring everything over to the cash desk. This time, she’s too quick for me, and she pays with her secret money stash. Then she looks at me, eyes shining.

“Having fun?” I say.

“This is the best,” she replies, looking twice as excited as she was in the fashion boutique. I’m so touched that she’s looking forward to growing our life together.

* * *

Long,long minutes pass before we’re back at the cabin again.

We chat about trivial stuff. Like how beautiful the mountains are. Theyareso goddamn beautiful they make my eyes hurt, but that’s not what I’m thinking about right now, at all.

I’m thinking about her tight little pussy. How it’s gonna feel stretched around my cock again. My beast is pushing up beneath my skin, its canines breaking through my jaws.

I keep busy carrying the seedlings out of the car and setting them out on the porch. The day has lost its fierce heat and it feels nice being outside now. A slight breeze blowing, the sweet scent of grass in the air.

“We home for the night now?” she asks.

“Yup.” I shrug. “We’ve got groceries. Nothing else we need from the outside world.”

“Great,” she says happily. “I’ll be right back.”

She takes a bunch of stuff into the bathroom and I figure she’ll be gone for a while, doing girl stuff. I crack open a beer and take it out onto the porch.

Perfect isolation, I think, staring out at the hazy mountains. There’s not another sign of civilization in sight. We can be free out here. No need for clothes, just like she suggested. I imagine Emory being naked all the time. Ready for me.

Damn. My cock is so hard it hurts. It’s tenting up the front of my pants.

Need to be inside her. Need to fill her womb with my seed again.

The front door clicks open and Emory comes out. She’s gotten changed into one of her new outfits—a white tank top that clings to her tits and a pair of daisy dukes, with the little pockets hanging out the bottoms. Absolutely luscious.

Her gaze homes in on my erection. I move to change position, to hide it from her. Then I stop myself. She’s my mate. I don’t need to hide anything from her. Least of all my cock.

And she’s not freaked out. She just keeps on looking.

“Hi.” She flashes a smile as she strides over to me on her slender, bare legs.

My gaze drifts up to her face, her sparkling blue eyes. “You took off your make-up.”

“Yeah.” There’s that shyness again. “Must be weird looking at me, with my dark eyes.” She lifts a slim shoulder in a shrug. “I guess I need to stay in disguise when we’re out in Twin Falls. But here, I want to be… as you remembered me.”

A groan of need rolls out of me. She did this for me.

“Come here,” I growl, holding my arms out. She comes to me, clambering onto my lap and straddling me.

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