Page 40 of Wild Wolf
Nolan grinned, remembering his friend’s penchant for the ladies. “I gather it wasn’t for thepasta.”
“Terrific cook, and she had other assets aswell.”
The loud purr of a motorcycle interrupted them. Nolan whirled, stared as Jordan drove up the driveway on his bike. His baby, the one he seldom rode and no one in the pack ever touched, not even to wash or wax it. Laughing, she pulled the black helmet off, ruffled her long red hair and sat, straddling thebike.
“That wasamazing!”
“Whoa,” Sam said softly, his voice filled with admiration. “Who the hell is that sweetheart with that fine machine between herlegs?”
Nolan felt a bite of pure malepossessiveness.
“That sweetheart is mine,” he growled, fisting hishands.
“That’s Jordan?” Sam whistled. “Day-mn, she’s grown up allnice.”
Nolan vaulted over the porch railing, strode over to Jordan, his temper uncoiling like a snake. Between Sam’s stark interest in her, the fact she’d taken his Kawasaki Ninja H2 without permission and Nolan’s real fear something might have happened to her, he was ready tosnap.
Jordan set the helmet on the handlebar, shut off theengine.
He caught her hand as she dismounted and pulled too fast, Jordan colliding against his chest. Warm from her ride, she felt soft and curvy and so good tohold.
Nolan pulled away. Now was not the time to think ofsex.
It’s always a good time to think of sex, his dick happilydisagreed.
He scanned her body, searching for scratches, bruises, any injuries. Fresh relief swept through him. She wasokay.
She was okay, he kept repeating. Nothing happened toher.
The thought of anything happening to her made him sick. Assured she had suffered no damage, he struggled to rein in histemper.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” He kept his voice low, but fury rose insidehim.
“Riding. Sweetbike.”
“Without the keys? Or did you find those as well?” He’d kept the keys in his private office, in the safe containing his father’s last Will and Testament, deed to the land, and other importantpapers.
She beamed at him. “No need for a key. Learned how to hot wire a bike from an old geezer Lupine I met in Los Angeles. All you need is to manipulate the crank shaft and a few other tricks. Traded the information for yard work and running errands. Takes a little magick, the right touch and you’re allset.”
Nolan swallowed hard. She was so lovely, the sun glinting her red hair, her cheeks stained red from her ride, her entire body sparking with life. Jordan invigorated him, making him wistful for the times they’d shared and the closeness they experienced. Then he looked around, saw others from the pack staring ather.
He was alpha now and must set anexample.
Jordan patted the seat. “Sweetbike.”
He pulled her away from it. “You stoleit.”
“Borrowed.”
“Without permission. You could have broken your neck, flipped over, anything. This is not atoy.”
Her lower lip wobbled. “I didn’t think of it as one. I only wanted to ride. It’s been a long time since I hadfun.”
Fun?
She turned him inside out. His well-ordered world spun around in itsaxis.
Nolan gestured to one of his pack who had gathered around to watch. “Walk the bike down to the garage, padlock it. Make sure that the garage is secured. Anyone, I repeat, anyone touching this bike again will answer tome.”
