He didn’t really know Braxton that well, but he felt like he owed the werewolf.
He let his gaze rake over Ava as she slept. Despite the thin sheet covering her nude body, he could still make out every lush curve and contour that he’d memorized with his hands and mouth. He groaned as he pulled his jeans up over his hips, encasing his stiff cock. Ever since he’d met her, he’d walked around with an erection. Good thing she was just as eager to jump him as he was her.
He turned and grabbed his leather jacket off the back of the chair. Warm arms slid around his chest as Ava pressed her naked body against his back. He chuckled, forgetting how good she was at sneaking up behind him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Her silky voice heated his blood to a level he didn’t think was possible. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He turned and pulled her into his chest. Her silky black hair fell across her shoulders like the finest silk as her green gaze met his own. His hands roamed down her naked back to rest on her tight little ass. Damn, he loved how she felt in his arms. “I thought you’d be worn out by now, baby. We did it, what, eight times last night?”
“Nine. But I’m not counting.” Ava licked his neck. His cock twitched.
“You know I have to go to work.” He gave her ass a firm squeeze. She moaned and rubbed against him like a cat, teasing him with her body.
“I know.” She moved her hand underneath his shirt and scraped her fingernail across his nipple.
“You’re not helping.” Despite his words, he pulled her closer and kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless.
“So do you think you’ll be back by nightfall?”
He rubbed his thumb across her cheek, stunned by her beauty. His heart tugged in his chest at how much he loved this amazing woman in front of him. She was fucking perfect. He was lucky as hell to have her.
“Hopefully, if I can find Braxton. Hell, he might have already crossed into Missouri territory by now.” He shrugged, feeling the weight of the situation on his shoulders. “At least, I hope that’s where he’s at. The other option is dead.”
She cupped his face. “You don’t know that for sure.”
“I know that Assassins don’t miss. Ever. There’s been no word that he’s been seen. So the only conclusion is that they killed him already.”
“He could be hiding. From what you told me about Braxton, he seems to be a survivor. Just like you.” She pulled him down for a heated kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, my female.” He pulled her close for one last kiss before forcing himself to take a step away. “I’ll be back before dinner.”
She sat back on her heels, watching him make his way toward the bedroom door. “Any requests for dinner?”
He stopped in his tracks, letting his smirk run across his face. Ava couldn’t cook worth a shit. He really couldn’t care less what her talents in the kitchen were. She more than made up for them in the bedroom.
“I’ll give you one guess what I want to eat tonight.”
***
Kate sat at the kitchen island, wrapped in her fuzzy robe and doing her best not to make eye contact with Beau, while he poured her a cup of coffee. She didn’t know if she were more embarrassed that she’d been caught naked on top of Braxton or that Beau thought she’d tried to molest a wolf.
Wasn’t there a law against that kind of thing? She rubbed her temples at the sudden headache building behind her eyes.
She was losing it. There wasn’t any such thing as a werewolf.
She shook her head and looked up to find Beau scorching her with his stare. Geesh, he could melt ice with that look.
“Please tell me he didn’t bite you.” Beau’s gaze hardened.
She flinched. “Of course he didn’t bite me. What do you think he is? A dog?”
“No, a wolf,” Beau spat out.
Not only was this whole thing not a dream, but the man she was groping had turned out to be a wolf.
Beau slid the creamer across the island to her. “I know this whole thing sounds crazy, believe me…”
“You’re asking me to believe the man that’s in my bed is a wolf, an honest-to-God, shape-shifting thing you only see in the movies, werewolf?” She crossed her arms and studied her friend. “I mean, if there were such a thing, don’t you think I would have heard about it by now? Besides, if this is true, how is it that you know about this and I don’t?”
Beau rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand and set his coffee on the counter. “I’m a vet. I’ve seen some weird shit.”
She leaned forward in her chair. “Are you telling me you’ve seen this before?”
Beau gave a quick nod and looked away.
“You’re my best friend. I’ve told you things I never told my mother.” She gaped. “I told you the first time I had sex.”