Page 32 of To Keep A Wolf
“You don’t like to cook?” Levi asks, turning to me.
“I don’t know. Never tried,” I admit. “But I could be into hunting dinner.”
He grins. “Yeah, you’d be good at that.” He leans in, swiping his thumb over my lip where I’ve apparently made a mess of my snack. “I wouldn’t mind hunting you,” he adds in a whisper.
I shudder, and Tripp groans.
“I’m right fucking here,” Tripp protests.
Levi snickers, but he doesn’t look remotely sorry.
“Speaking of which, how much money do you have?” I ask Levi.
“Why? You want to make another marshmallow run?”
“If we’re going to live like this forever, we need a second van,” I say.
Levi’s grin is devious. “I like where your head’s at, Quinn.”
“Screw both of you,” Tripp says.
“No thanks,” Levi tells him.
Tripp throws a marshmallow that hits Levi square in the chest. Levi just picks it up and stuffs it into his mouth, looking triumphant.
“When I have a mate, I’m going to bang her loudly and often,” Tripp says.
I laugh.
Levi chuckles.
“In your van,” Tripp adds, clearly not getting the reaction he was going for.
“Uh.” Levi’s smile drops.
Tripp looks like he’s won, and I can’t help getting the last word so I toss out, “Okay, but you might want to get a new mattress first.”
Tripp’s disgust makes it clear he’s given me the victory on this round after all.
* * *
The next morning, the sound of the van door opening jolts me awake. I sit up too fast on my elbows and then gasp at the sudden pain in my shoulder. Tripp freezes at my panic then relaxes, pushing the driver’s side door wider so he can slide out.
“I’m going to make coffee,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”
He closes the door softly, and I fall back against the mattress where Levi and I spent the night cuddled together.
I look over at him, hoping to catch a secret glance at him while he sleeps. But his eyes are open and already trained on mine.
The surprise of it makes my stomach flutter.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Yes, it is.” He pulls me closer, and I suck in a breath as his erection presses against my hip. “How’d you sleep?”
I give him a look that’s the opposite of the mood his body is trying to set. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why?”
