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Authors: Becca Jameson
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Smokies.
Ever since they thwarted his plan to take the sweet redhead as his mate and the oldest Durham had stolen her right out from under him, he’d been planning to rid the mountains of this wolf infestation.
Easing toward the barn on silent footsteps, Keeton smiled. God, this is rich. They have no idea I’m out here. Their asses are toast .
He leaned against the back of the barn as casually as he would if he owned the place. His new power of blocking these lupines from scenting him was going to come in very handy. He intended to fuck with their minds a little.
No time like the present.
A hideous pop song by Lady Gaga about some Hispanic dudes pierced the silence and yanked Micah from sleep.
“God, what is that?” he whispered into the darkness.
His sweet mate didn’t rouse. He glanced at her as she snuggled deeper against him, and then he looked at the clock on his nightstand. Ten o’clock.
The racket continued until he wanted to put his hands over his ears. What the hell?
He leaned over the side of the bed, zoning in on the where the tune was coming from. The same section of the refrain repeated. Ahhh, it had to be her phone.
Finally, it stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief. But who was calling her? Should he wake her?
Of course, you dolt. Find the damn phone and wake the woman up. It’s not your call . Maybe it was important.
Micah eased his way out from under his sexy mate’s naked body and padded over to her jeans on the floor— right where you dropped them when you started claiming her . He smiled. His dick grew hard thinking about it.
Yep, waking her was the best decision. Because, once she was up, they might as well have sex again…
Micah dug into the front pocket and discovered the stiff rectangular shape of a cell phone. The room was still lit enough to see. Neither of them had bothered to turn off the bathroom light before falling asleep. A stream of luminescence blanketed the floor where he stood.
He squinted and groaned when he pulled the phone from her jeans pocket. God, almighty, this woman likes neon . He’d forgotten all about the car out front that could double as a homing beacon for a UFO. The phone matched the car, its case the same awful green.
“I hope she doesn’t paint the bedroom that color while I’m in the barn tomorrow,” he muttered.
Kaitlyn turned toward him. She covered her eyes as she gazed in his direction. “Micah? What are you doing?”
“Your phone rang.” He stepped over their assorted clothes and tucked himself back into the bed with her. “Took me a while to find it, using the queen of pop as a guide. But when I did, not only were my ears offended by the ringtone, but my poor eyes will forever be partially blinded by the color of your case. What do you call that anyway?”
He tugged her warm body back against his chest. His cock jumped, fully erect now that he was touching her again. He kissed her neck.
“Ha ha. That happens to be my favorite color. Get over yourself.” She laughed. Her body vibrated and her ass jiggled against his cock, making the length reach toward her. He let the fellow nestle between her legs.
“I assumed, considering the amount of steel and plastic parked outside in that very shade.” It took a lot of concentration to keep from slipping right inside her sheath. “Check your phone, baby.”
Kaitlyn twisted in his grasp until she lay flat on her back. He scooted into her side to keep in close contact. His cock now rested against her thigh. God, he needed her again. Would she still be sore from earlier?
Kaitlyn brushed her hair out of her eyes, long black strands that spread across the pillow beneath her. Just as she lifted the cell to her face, it rang again, “Alejandro”, “Roberto”, and a few other dudes he didn’t care to think about filling the room.
“It’s George.” She pressed a button and brought the phone to her ear, a huge smile on her face.
“George,” she exclaimed.
Micah flinched.
Ever since they thwarted his plan to take the sweet redhead as his mate and the oldest Durham had stolen her right out from under him, he’d been planning to rid the mountains of this wolf infestation.
Easing toward the barn on silent footsteps, Keeton smiled. God, this is rich. They have no idea I’m out here. Their asses are toast .
He leaned against the back of the barn as casually as he would if he owned the place. His new power of blocking these lupines from scenting him was going to come in very handy. He intended to fuck with their minds a little.
No time like the present.
A hideous pop song by Lady Gaga about some Hispanic dudes pierced the silence and yanked Micah from sleep.
“God, what is that?” he whispered into the darkness.
His sweet mate didn’t rouse. He glanced at her as she snuggled deeper against him, and then he looked at the clock on his nightstand. Ten o’clock.
The racket continued until he wanted to put his hands over his ears. What the hell?
He leaned over the side of the bed, zoning in on the where the tune was coming from. The same section of the refrain repeated. Ahhh, it had to be her phone.
Finally, it stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief. But who was calling her? Should he wake her?
Of course, you dolt. Find the damn phone and wake the woman up. It’s not your call . Maybe it was important.
Micah eased his way out from under his sexy mate’s naked body and padded over to her jeans on the floor— right where you dropped them when you started claiming her . He smiled. His dick grew hard thinking about it.
Yep, waking her was the best decision. Because, once she was up, they might as well have sex again…
Micah dug into the front pocket and discovered the stiff rectangular shape of a cell phone. The room was still lit enough to see. Neither of them had bothered to turn off the bathroom light before falling asleep. A stream of luminescence blanketed the floor where he stood.
He squinted and groaned when he pulled the phone from her jeans pocket. God, almighty, this woman likes neon . He’d forgotten all about the car out front that could double as a homing beacon for a UFO. The phone matched the car, its case the same awful green.
“I hope she doesn’t paint the bedroom that color while I’m in the barn tomorrow,” he muttered.
Kaitlyn turned toward him. She covered her eyes as she gazed in his direction. “Micah? What are you doing?”
“Your phone rang.” He stepped over their assorted clothes and tucked himself back into the bed with her. “Took me a while to find it, using the queen of pop as a guide. But when I did, not only were my ears offended by the ringtone, but my poor eyes will forever be partially blinded by the color of your case. What do you call that anyway?”
He tugged her warm body back against his chest. His cock jumped, fully erect now that he was touching her again. He kissed her neck.
“Ha ha. That happens to be my favorite color. Get over yourself.” She laughed. Her body vibrated and her ass jiggled against his cock, making the length reach toward her. He let the fellow nestle between her legs.
“I assumed, considering the amount of steel and plastic parked outside in that very shade.” It took a lot of concentration to keep from slipping right inside her sheath. “Check your phone, baby.”
Kaitlyn twisted in his grasp until she lay flat on her back. He scooted into her side to keep in close contact. His cock now rested against her thigh. God, he needed her again. Would she still be sore from earlier?
Kaitlyn brushed her hair out of her eyes, long black strands that spread across the pillow beneath her. Just as she lifted the cell to her face, it rang again, “Alejandro”, “Roberto”, and a few other dudes he didn’t care to think about filling the room.
“It’s George.” She pressed a button and brought the phone to her ear, a huge smile on her face.
“George,” she exclaimed.
Micah flinched.
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