Savage (Wolf Ranch 4)

She sighed. “I’ve dealt with Todd for two years. Longer when we were truly married.”

“Two years is long enough,” I countered. “Pack a bag. I don’t want you anywhere that asshole can find you. End of story.” I stepped into her personal space, dropping a hand to her hip. She felt soft and warm beneath my palm, and at the simple touch, my wolf popped up and sniffed.

I heard her breath catch as she gazed up at me and licked her lips. “You do bossy really well, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do what you say. We had fun. One night. That’s all.”

I arched a brow. “That’s all? I’ve been hard since we kissed this morning.”

Her gaze dropped to the front of my pants, which only made my dick swell even more. I took a deep breath. Yeah, just as I thought. “You’re wet, aren’t you? For what I can give you.”

She huffed as if she was infuriated, but I couldn’t miss the way her cheeks flushed or her pupils dilated. Or her scent. My wolf practically howled at the sweet scent of her pussy.

She was wet, and if I got my hand in those pajama pants…

“You’re cocky, too.”

I grinned at that and cupped myself. “You liked cocky once. I’m ready for another go, but a bed would be good.”

She blushed a deeper shade of pink. “Cocky. Bossy. Whatever. It’s all the same.”

We weren’t getting anywhere, and I wanted to be somewhere safe, not still here in her living room. I always meant what I said, and she was not staying in this place alone. It had been practically painful walking away from her not once but twice knowing she was mine. I wasn’t doing it again.

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but I knew she wasn’t remaining alone. Even if I couldn’t claim her, my protective streak told me to keep her safe.

“Bossy, huh?” I finally said. “You wanna see bossy? I’ll show you bossy, sugar.” I tucked my shoulder into the crease of her hip and lifted her into a fireman’s carry, bringing her into her bedroom. “This is me carrying you home with me. I’m not leaving here without you, so you’d better start cooperating and pack a bag.” I gave her butt a light slap, and she laughed.

I tipped her onto the bed and followed her body down, pinning her beneath me. I gathered her wrists above her head. “Either I’m staying here with you tonight, or you’re coming with me now. But you’re not sleeping anywhere alone again, and that’s my final word.”

“I could call the cops on you, too, Clint Tucker.” Her broad smile belied her threat.

I nipped her neck. “I wouldn’t try it if I were you.”

She squirmed beneath me, rolling her hips to meet mine. My cock hardened painfully against my zipper.

“He’s in jail. Todd won’t bother me tonight.”

I growled as I stripped her of her heavy coat, tossed it onto the floor.

“Tonight. Something tells me he won’t be in there for long.” Slippery fuckers like Todd weaseled their way out of shit. Being a respected doctor in the next town over was in his favor. And I had no doubt this incident would only piss him off. He’d be back.

Her face fell as she considered my words. She knew I was right but didn’t say anything. She knew him better than I did, knew that nothing had stopped him in two years.

“Are you going to take me all the way out to Wolf Ranch?”

Well, I hadn’t thought that through yet. I slept in the bunkhouse with the other ranch hands. Getting my own place had never been important to me because I hadn’t had a mate.

But it sure as hell was now.

Getting thrown up on in the grocery store had changed my entire life. That chance encounter had let me discover what I’d had right in front of my face… right on my dick without even knowing.

My parents had a place in town they used as a vacation rental, and that would serve. They didn’t rent it this time of year, for there wasn’t much demand in comparison to the summer months. “I know a place we can stay where your creeper ex won’t find you. Come on.” I forced myself to roll off her—because I had her exactly where I wanted her—and pulled her to her feet. “I’ll help you pack. You can ditch the PJs though. You won’t be needing them. If you get cold, I’ll keep you warm.”

10

BECKY

“We’re not having sex,” I blurted as Clint ushered me out to his truck with a hand at my low back, my suitcase in his other hand.

I was dying to have sex with him. Especially when I’d just had all six feet of hard body covering mine on the bed, but if we got naked, he might notice my baby bump, and then complications would become problems.