Page 52 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

My mate.My Wolf.

“Okay, break it up,” Penelope moaned, tossing a napkin at us.

Emmet grinned and caught it before it could connect, but he never stopped kissing me.

“Hush!You know, Pen, just because you have your own man doesn’t mean we all do.Some of us have to live vicariously through others,” Avery lamented.

I giggled and Emmet slowed the kiss until it was just his lips brushing mine.Then he stood up, rubbing his hand over my head, and down my hair that I left long for him today.

“Get some work done today?”he asked.

In the background, Penelope handed out goodies to the others, and Avery went to grab the coffee.I was dimly aware of Dante going over to sit on the floor with Rosie in front of the TV.

Something about the way that big rough Bear was just so gentle with that child seemed very right to me.When I’d looked at the little girl earlier, I thought I saw the shadow of a Bear following her and I wondered if that had anything to do with him.

Something for me to ask Emmet about later.Right then, my vision was full of my mate, and it was all I could do to keep a straight thought inside my head.

“Yeah.I did,” I told him, and explained my plans for the film festival.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.“I am only sorry I’ll miss Sunday’s matinee because of the rodeo,” he frowned.

“Oh, that’s okay.I plan on taking off during the matinee to come see you.It’s mostly families and children who come to that showing anyway and George assured me he could handle it,” I told him, unable to keep the surprise in any longer.

“Yeah?You want to see me riding a big ol’ bull?”

“Baby, didn’t I tell you about the Marlboro Man crush I had when I was a kid?I’ve got my very own cowboy now and I am not going to miss a moment of you all geared up to do whatever it is cowboys do—ooh!”

His face went still, and I wondered if I messed something up.Before I knew it, Emmet had dragged me to my feet and was lifting me off the ground.

“Um, I guess he has something to tell her,” Penelope stage-whispered, and a gaggle of giggles erupted soon after.

“Emmet!Put me down,” I whisper screamed, my pulse racing.

He did, but not all the way.Having carried me to our bedroom, Emmet pressed me against the door, the hard bar of his arousal pressing against me.

“Say that again?”he demanded.

“What?That I had a crush on the Marlboro Man?”

“Fuck no.I don’t want to hear about other men?—”

“Made up men,” I mumbled.

“Call methatagain.”

“That?Oh,” I said, licking my lower lip.

“Yeah,” he growled, his green eyes glowing in the dimness of the room.

“Baby,” I whispered, and my face hurt, I was smiling so wide.

“Fuck,” he groaned, flexing his hips and rubbing his dick on me.

“Emmet.Baby.Oh, I want you so bad,” I moaned as he licked into my mouth with his expert tongue.

It was a good thing my super strong sexy as hell mate was holding me up because my knees were positively weak at that point.If he let go, I would have melted into a puddle of needy goo at his booted feet.

“If we didn’t have a full house, I’d strip you bare and fuck you right now, right here, up against the door.But I won’t,” he said, and I whimpered.

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