Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
7
JOHNNY
My dick was so hard it was about to break off. I had her taste on my tongue, and my wolf was thrilled, but eager for more. So was I. Lyssa climbed off me, pushed her t-shirt back down, and tried to get her tangled pants back on. I watched while picking up my hat from the floor and adjusting my aching member in my jeans.
Even though pleasuring my mate was a fucking spiritual experience, the protector in me was still on guard. The doors were open to the front and back of the house, so I’d been listening for anyone approaching. There was no way I would’ve let anyone see the lovely Lyssa in the throes of an orgasm.
Unless she was into that. In which case, I could work to get over my possessiveness to let my female get her fantasies fulfilled. Her satisfaction was my utmost priority.
Once she’d set her clothing back to rights, I took her hand and kissed the backs of her fingers. “How long do we have before Mitch gets back?” I kept my voice suggestive, trying not to kill the mood.
She didn’t need to know that I planned to subdue her boss and take him away when he returned. Fuck. How was I going to swing that with her here? I needed to get her somewhere safe because based on the evidence and accusations, Chapman wasn’t safe for any female to be around.
She shrugged. “Oh, he won’t be back for a while. Days. Weeks, maybe.”
I relaxed. She was safe for now. But I needed to let Rob know… or the Council.
“I, uh, almost never see him,” she added.
I scented a lie. What was she hiding? Was Chapman hiding elsewhere on the ranch? Was she in on Chapman’s dirty deeds? I couldn’t believe that, especially since his crime was trafficking females, but maybe I was blinded because she was my mate.
No, her words were plausible. Chapman was shady, but he was also a businessman. Maybe he’d instructed her not to give out his schedule to anyone for privacy’s sake. That made sense, but her tiny lie made her nervous.
I hoped that was it.
Either way, we’d figure it out. She didn’t know it yet, but she was my mate. This would be ride or die. I wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“So that means I can take as long as I need with you,” I promised. I pulled one of her fingers into my mouth and sucked hard. “Don’t move. I’m gonna shut the doors, so the ranch hands can’t hear you scream.” I winked.
I saw a flicker of misgiving cross her face, and I froze, realizing how that sounded. “Oh, shit.” I reached out to catch both her shoulders, gave her a very reassuring smile. “I meant good screams. Did that sound like I’m some kind of psycho?”
Her face relaxed, and she laughed. “No. But I did just meet you.”
She blushed and glanced away.
Good. She had good instincts. She’d just let herself go with me because she sensed on some level we were made for each other. Except she was human, and the doubts were starting to show. She was a good girl, I could tell, and good girls didn’t get eaten out in their employer’s entryway by a stranger.
Except she had. And wanted more. I just had to keep that wild streak going. To have her keep letting out her inner bad girl.
“Baby, you’re safe with me. I swear, there’s no guy safer for you. I will defend you against” —I stopped myself from saying your no-good, most likely dangerous boss or any other promise that would sound too intense— “you know, burnt cookies and blaring alarms.” I grinned. “And, hell, anything that you say no to. Including me.” I raised my brows. “That’s a promise.”
She gave me a gentle shove and a smile. “I’ll shut these. You go and shut the back doors.”
Hell, yes. She wasn’t throwing me out.
My smile grew wider.
She trusted me.
I tipped my hat. “Yes, ma’am.” I jogged to shut both sets of French doors, taking the opportunity to send Rob, my alpha, the short text while there.
Chapman’s not here.
Now he knew I wasn’t dead and could notify the Council of the dead end.
When I returned, I swung Lyssa up into my arms, and she gasped then laughed. Oh, that was a sound I didn’t know I needed to hear. It soothed something in me. “Now, which way is your bedroom?”
She tipped her head toward the kitchen.
I carried her that way, and she pointed me toward a spacious caretaker’s suite located past the laundry room. Like the rest of the place, it was appointed in luxury, with a two-sided gas fireplace that could be seen from the bedroom and the bathroom and a jacuzzi tub big enough for two. When I got her back to the bunkhouse at Wolf Ranch, I wondered if she would think it would be roughing it. Rob hadn’t spared anything when he made the well-appointed building, with a huge main common area that served as rec room, kitchen, and dining space in one. There were also large bedrooms for all the hands, but I was the only one staying there at the moment. While there was a fireplace in the main room, there wasn’t one in the room Lyssa and I would share. Nor a jacuzzi tub.