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points in her sweater.
You are safe with me, he told her, and lifted her to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and grinned. You d make one hell of a
protector, my big bad wolf.
Howley s parking lot wasn t the same as uptown, where the restaurant had
been. And he didn t mind kissing the hell out of her right here. He crushed
his mouth over hers, devouring the taste of her, so sweet, and so fucking hot.
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She met him with an eagerness that didn t surprise him, but he knew if he
didn t maintain control, she would have them fucking in the cab of his truck.
He doubted the cab would survive the act.
He squeezed her breast, and the groan she made about drove him mad. Her
nipple was so hard, so ready for his mouth to nibble on and suck, that he
began to doubt his reasoning for taking her into the pool hall.
Because you want to know the bitch before you fuck her silly.
He wanted to tell his sound reasoning to go to hell.
We re going inside, he ordered, as much to himself as to her.
Her giggle was like a drug seeping through his system.
You re the boss.
He picked her up and then put her on the ground, shutting the truck door
behind her.
I m glad to see your training is off to a good start. He grinned at her
surprised expression, and then fought off laughter when she turned and smacked
him in the chest.
Don t push your luck, wolf-man.
The usual crowd was out tonight. Some of his ranch hands drank at the bar,
and a few wolves from in town shot darts over in the corner. There were some
humans in the place as well. It was good policy not to discriminate, and as
long as they didn t cause trouble, Rock knew Shackley, the old biker who ran
the place, wouldn t kick them out. Most turned and acknowledged his entrance
with a nod. He noticed the lingering looks as they took in the hot little
bitch on his arm, but none of them would mess with her, or offer any comments.
They all knew better.
Shackley placed a couple cold bottles of beer on the counter as they
approached and nodded. Good to see you, Toubec, and then turned his
attention to Simone. I heard you all came back to the pack.
Did you miss me, Shackley? Her tone had lowered, soft and thick like honey.
Shackley snorted, and turned away from the two of them.
Simone? A bitch approached them, touching Simone on the sleeve. She looked
to be about Simone s age, but somewhat worn down. Is that you?
Rock watched the two bitches laugh, and give each other hugs. They quickly
fell into catch-up chatter, and he leaned on the nearest bar stool, taking a
long drink of his beer.
Derek Rousseau, the dead pack leader s oldest son, entered the bar, and
walked toward him. Rock didn t like the wolf never had. He was a backstabber
and a cheat just not as good at it as his grandmother had been. Derek leaned
against the bar and waited for Shackley to notice him. Rock took small
pleasure in the fact that the old bartender took his time in waiting on the
man.
Hear they re finding dead bodies out at your place. Derek finally snapped
his fingers to get Shackley s attention.
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Rock didn t feel a need to comment on the obvious.
Rumor has it you killed the human.
Rock stared at the werewolf, watching him shift from one foot to the other.
The stale stench of discomfort radiated from the man, and Rock hoped the wolf
would go find someone else to bother.
Just a rumor, mind you. Derek looked past him at Simone and the other
bitch. Well, well. You out with Johann s piece of ass tonight, are you?
Simone coughed, catching his attention. He set his bottle of beer on the
counter carefully, fighting the urge to slam it against the wooden surface.
Thoughts of tossing Derek Rousseau out of the bar on his skinny ass seemed
rather appealing at the moment.
I am no one s piece of ass. Simone jumped in front of him, her beer bottle
raised, either ready to pour beer over the lame excuse for a werewolf, or to
hit him upside the head with the bottle. Rock wasn t sure which one.
Rock grabbed her arm, pulling her back to his side.
You got one minute to get your ass out of this bar, he growled at the
astonished wolf. If I have to throw you out, I promise you won t enjoy it.
You re throwing your power around a bit too much. Derek slammed his
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