Page 10 of Shifters Awakening

“Kiss me.” She tipped her chin upward, and we crashed together, her mouth already open and mine already seeking as our lips met. Her drink lingered on hertongue, fanning the blazing lust between us. Blood surged through me, collecting in my dick, and I adjusted my pants.

Far away, someone whistled, and it registered that we were still in the parking lot of the busy Willow Creek bar. While we wouldn’t be front page news, we’d be all the gossip of the town. Maybe we were already, depending on how many of my employees saw me making out with the vet.

“Mmm,” I groaned as she hooked her fingers in my belt loops and jerked my hips against her. “We should go somewhere other than here.”

She dragged her fingernails down my back, the sensation dulled by the shirt I wore. “Are you parked around here?”

I led her to my double-cab diesel work truck, not wanting to have truck sex with my first woman in months, but I wasn’t about to break the spell or put out the fire. If Emma wanted a fuck in my truck, she would have it.

After shoving my hand into my pocket, I dragged the key out and remote-started the contractor’s rig. Without letting her move an inch from me, I opened her door, and she hopped up backwards into the passenger seat, dragging me closer until I stood between her spread knees.

She hooked her legs around my back and yanked me closer, working the zipper down and stroking my dick through my boxers. “Dammit. You have underwear on.”

“Not for long.” I reached around her, pulling her closeenough her breasts pressed into my chest, soft mounds. The fastener on the back of her bra didn’t take long.

She moaned, grinding against me, her wet heat centered over the unzipped part of my jeans, and I reached down, releasing my dick from my boxers. Her thin work slacks couldn’t hide how aroused she was.

I pressed my lips to her neck, over and over, drawing my tongue down the side.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang beneath her thigh, and she must have bumped the correct button to answer because a voice routed through the idling truck’s speaker system.

“Logan, where did you and Emma go? I knew you two would hit it off if you played your cards right. You better be honest with her about what you have time for. There’s no way I want to be involved in hurting her.”

In my arms, Emma froze and pulled back from me. “Was this a setup? Did you two plan this?”

“No, not exactly,” I whispered. Then I placed my finger on her lips, made red from our kissing. “She’ll hear you.”

“Logan? Logan? Did you say something? Are you there?” Sheila’s voice filled the cab, but I couldn’t reach the button on the steering wheel to hang it up. Not from my spot, wrapped in Emma’s legs, and I wasn’t about to climb over her. “You’re breaking up.”

“Hang on,” I whispered. “Get in. I know a place we can park and maybe figure out somewhere to go that’s more romantic than the back seat.” To Sheila, I said, “I’ll call you back.”

Then I moved out of Emma’s warmth, carefully tucked myself back into my pants, jogged around to the driver’s side, opened the door, climbed in, and pressed the red hang-up button, fully expecting Emma to climb into the passenger seat and close the door behind her.

But when I glanced over, the passenger seat had emptied, and the door stood open. All the air whooshed out of me. Emma Carter had disappeared like a mirage. Where had the rainbow vet gone? Should I wait for her to come back?

Maybe she had to visit the bathroom before we drove anywhere? Even as I thought it, I knew she wasn’t coming back. Her buzz had faded, and her brain had taken over the minute Sheila’s call had routed through the truck speakers.

Shit.She believed it had all been a manipulative trick, and she probably thought Sheila was my co-conspirator. The woman had it all wrong.

My phone trilled with another incoming call. Sheila’s name displayed on the dashboard screen, and I tappedignoreas I scanned the parking lot from the driver’s seat of my truck. Patrons, many of them my employees, filtered through the parking lot after their two-drink cap kicked in.

My truck lurched as I shifted it into reverse and creeped out of the parking lot. Slowly, my brain cleared of the lusty fog, and that was when it hit me. Why the hell hadn’t I just pressed the hangup button on the phone on my belt? I could have done that instead of running around the truck and giving Emma a minute torationally process what was about to go down in the parking lot of Vixen’s.

More than that, though, had I ruined any chance I had with Emma at all? I hadn’t just played all my cards wrong, I’d ripped up the whole damned collector’s deck.

Fuck.Sheila was going to kill me.

CHAPTER FIVE

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Saturday Morning

Logan Blackwood had been the sexiest thing I’d kissed in a long time, and I’d rushed headlong into his arms as fast as I could. He’d been as much along for the lust-soaked ride as I had. If Sheila hadn’t interrupted with her call, we’d have happily consummated our not-at-all-a-relationship in the passenger seat of his truck.

Ofthat, I had no doubt.

The window in my dining room slid up easily, letting in the morning air and the gorgeous sunrise, but it was all lost on me as I sipped my coffee. No, I was replaying the night before…

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