Page 27 of Runaway Wolf
“I changed there when I relieved Amos. Now, get off me before I strip you bare, yank you on top of me, and lower your cunt to my mouth.”
Another gasp was all she could utter. The man had no filter. It was fucking hot.
He gave her a smoldering look over his shoulder as he slid out of bed. His eyes were shining ice-blue in his tanned face.
His body was magnificent. Huge, perfectly muscled back tapering to a narrow waist, the most perfect ass ever, strong thighs, sexy calves…
He left the bathroom door open as he started the water. She lay there, her brain coming awake as her body did. He must’ve been the wolf that kept her up last night.
And God. She could feel how wet she was between her legs.
So she came up behind his naked body and pressed her front to his back, wrapped her arms around his waist, and just held on.
A growl rumbled up his chest.
“Your wolf doesn’t like me anymore?”
He turned in her arms, and a hand under her chin tilted her head up. “He’s torn. He wants you so much. So much, Cait. Just like me. But, he’s unstable. I don’t trust him to let me cover your mark without giving you my bite.”
She gasped. “You mean change me?!”
His mouth was drawn into a grim line as he nodded. “I can get him used to you. Spend some time. Maybe he can be talked into moving slowly.”
She backed away from him. “Okay. Separate showers then.”
Neither one of them seemed to want to let her leave the steaming bathroom. Plus, she could see how his cock was proudly erect and ready for her. God, he was huge, the head wide and deeply purple.
“I want to take you out tonight. Give you a chance to meet my wolves over again now that they know what to expect. That was on me, I should have warned them before bringing you into the meeting.”
“I’d like to start again.”
“I’ll let them know we’re going out. About nine?”
She nodded. “That’ll work.”
She left a piece of her heart behind when she forced herself to turn and leave the restroom. But, she could probably get him to stay longer if she started breakfast, right? Surely he wouldn’t let her eat by herself.
Maybe she could entice him into staying for a while. If he did leave later, she could call Penny over. Talk to her about Mom’s phone call. Talk politics because surely, between the two of them, they could practice all that they learned from Dad.
Yeah… that was it. They could work together on a marketing plan against the Turn Limitations law. Make it known across state lines what a horrible idea it was, make sure others didn’t follow the same route. Make sure it didn’t go further. Over breakfast, she could talk about the idea to Isaac.
Well, wait. Maybe she could call Penny and Noah over for breakfast, just like they had come over the first day when it was the four of them.
Suddenly, she was excited for the day.
Chapter Eight
UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.
The country bar was small-town chic. Built on the edge of a mountain, gravel parking lot, low lighting, and wood interior. Not a lot to look at from the outside, mostly like a dilapidated wood cabin. But inside? It was hopping. At least, everywhere except their table.
Their party sat around and stared at each other.
“So,” the male with narrowed eyes said after their drinks were brought out. “How long have you and Penny been sisters?”
Penny snorted. “Joaquin!”
“Just ask her how old she is,” Noah said. “That’s what you really want to know.”
