Page 104 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Angel watches the men with unease.
I glare at all the men busy working. Several poking at the sand. Others taking notes on tablets and two roping off areas of the beach. One man stands a little away from the others, with his arms crossed watching me. I bet he’s security. Well they’ll need more than one man once the eco-warriors get wind of their plans.
Maybe I’ll be the one to give them a heads up.
“You want to run in the other direction?” Angel asks, pointing towards the undisturbed part of the beach.
I watch for a little longer, then nod. I might as well enjoy the beach while I can, before these assholes ruin it forever. Besides, irritation niggles all the way through my body and running will be the best way to dispel it.
That and possibly something else, I think, eyeing up the man beside me.
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Angel
I’m a pervert.
A pervert and an asshole.
Because I’m meant to be accompanying Bea on her run for her benefit, to keep her safe, to make sure no one tries anything.
But, if I’m honest, I am enjoying this far too much. Enjoying it mostly for the view.
It doesn’t help that the woman insists I run behind her which means I’m running with a perfect, unrestricted, undaunted, view of her ass.
And fuck, what an ass. Round and plump and, when she runs, jiggling.
Fuck, I could watch her ass jiggle like this for the rest of my days and be a very happy man.
I’d be an even happier man if I could land that ass in my hands. If I could give it a little slap. If I could bite it.
Bea peers over her shoulder at me with a smile, and I manage a pained smile back. It’s tough running with a freaking hard-on.
I drag my eyes away from her ass and try to concentrate on our surroundings instead. That’s why I’m here after all. To keep an eye on her, to watch for danger. I do what I’m meant to do and let my gaze float around, surveying the landscape. We’re running back towards the condo now, which means that landscape includes the area where our men are working, surveying the land ready for the first works to take place.
I hadn’t given it much thought. I certainly never considered the work might be a problem.
It’s been a frigging problem for the last few years, competing with my brother and every other corporation in the city to land our hands on it. But now we’ve reconciled, now we’re working and living together as one pack, our problems seemed solved.
We own the beach. We own the land surrounding the beach. No more problems. No more delays. At last we could start the development.
Now I see one very large problem.
And she’s running right in front of me with a sweet, little jiggling ass.
She doesn’t like that development. I can’t see her ever liking it. And when she finds out we’re behind it …
Shit!
I need to talk to the others.
As we draw closer to the condo, she glances over her shoulder at me a second time and says, “Beat you there!”
Then she picks up her feet and sets off at speed.
“Hey,” I yelp, “you had a head start.”
The little thing is fast but not fast enough; if I drive my arms and legs fast enough, I could probably pass her. I decide, however, I’d rather let her win. I hold back and let her swat the front door first, bouncing up and down on her toes with squeals of excitement as I draw up behind her.
