Page 15 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

Last thing I needed was to get into a physical altercation with my new Alpha.Max wasn’t a Wolf.I was strong, but he was something other than a Shifter.He had magic, and I didn’t trust the fucker not to use it.

Besides, it was insanity.Me wanting to hit him.I mean, for what?For paying my girl for the use of her land when that was the deal?

Shit.

She wasn’t my girl.I had to stop thinking of her like that.

Yet, snarled the Wolf.

“Yeah.Um, no.Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like to pay for sheltering the herd, Boss,” I said.

“You want to pay her?”he asked.

I was already tearing up his check and putting it on the table before filling out one of the blank ones I kept in my wallet.I doubled the amount I’d seen on the one Max had drawn up.

Just fucking because.

“I think I have to,” I mumbled, rubbing the spot over my chest where Demon was currently trying to chew his way through my skin.

“Settle,” growled Max and just like that the Wolf went silent.

This is why it pays to have a good Alpha.

“Later, Boss,” I said and waved as I left the house and walked off towards my truck.

Excitement hummed in my veins, and my stomach trembled with nerves at the thought of seeing her again.The woman gave me butterflies, and hell, if that didn’t make me grin like the Cheshire cat.

I should have felt even the slightest bit silly.I mean, butterflies were for schoolgirls, not men or even Werewolves.But whatever.There was no pretending to ignore the fluttering sensation that twisted in my gut.

It might seem juvenile, but I couldn’t help it.Thoughts of Jezebel had kept me up most of the night, and I was beyond eager to see her again.

That kiss.I knew I should have stopped myself, but the truth was, I did not want to.She tasted every bit as delicious as I’d imagined.

Dark rum and hot chocolate with toasted marshmallows.

I was fucking obsessed with the idea of sipping from her sweet lips again.But I hesitated, my hands on the steering wheel.I felt torn between the urge to push through my doubts and the instinct to retreat, to protect myself from the potential sting of rejection.

Demon snarled, the Wolf scratching insistently.He had no such qualms about going to see her again.

Mine.

It was safer to hide behind the mask of indifference.To maintain the facade of a man who preferred his own company.

But those butterflies refused to be silenced.Their wings beat faster and harder, growing bolder with each passing moment.Before I knew it, I shifted the truck into drive, and I was already moving.

Ten minutes until I reach her.

Five minutes.

Three.

Then I was coming to a stop outside her door, and what I saw made me frown.Hard.

Grrr.

Chapter Six-Jezebel

“Iasked you to leave, Patrick,” I said, staring in disbelief at my ex as he stood outside my door.

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