I didn’t want her to think I was judging. Or slut shaming. But I was ready to kill any man who’d been here before me or—fate forbid—would come after.
I’d plowed into this so fast because I recognized her as mine, but she didn’t know a thing about me. Which scared the fuck out of me. And very little on this Earth scared me. As a shifter, I was pretty much invincible, and I’d been involved in some dangerous shit. Until now. Now, my heart could be destroyed, and she was the only one who could do it.
“I just wanna think this is something special. A one-off.” I arched a brow. “Is it?”
She jerked her shoulder with what looked like irritation, and I immediately released her, moving off and setting her free. Scaring her was definitely not part of my plan.
“Why?” she demanded, defensiveness lacing her tone. “I’m not used to men sticking around.”
I caught her chin and turned her face toward me. I’d offended her, and I needed to put her at ease. Even thought she’d lumped me in with these other men she mentioned.
“Come on, throw me a bone, little girl. Can’t you tell when a guy is fishing for a compliment? This is where you tell me I’m special.”
Since when did I want a fucking bone from a woman? Since her. Fuck.
She relaxed, a reluctant smile tugging her lips. “It’s a one-off,” she admitted, and my wolf stopped the internal growling. “My sex life for the last three years has been pathetic. The last guy ditched me for my lab partner. So a sex life? Non-existent—but I’m not a virgin,” she clarified.
That made me want to smash something, knowing another guy had been there before me and been a dick about it. But I couldn’t be a hypocrite.
She looked me over, took in my bare chest. “I’ve been dreaming of a man who knows what he’s doing. Then you showed up… all ready to rescue me from the raging river.” She rolled to fully face me, that spirited smile stretching her lips. “I deserve a fling.”
A fling, where she couldn’t be ditched for a newer model because it was short lived.
It seemed I’d finger fucked her into forgetting about that douche canoe because that smile was megawatt. I was a fucking goner. This was more than a fling, but now wasn’t the time to talk. Taking the smile as an invitation, I covered one small breast with my palm and squeezed. “Happy to oblige, sweetness.”
3
MARINA
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“Is this a first for you, too?” I shouldn’t have asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.
I knew Boyd was quite the player, and Audrey’d had a hard time initially trusting he really liked her. If he looked anything like Colton, I could see why. This man was Gerard Butler gorgeous. I’d be smart to assume he was as much of a lady’s man as his brother, which meant I had to fuck carefully, not do something stupid like get my heart involved. I was used to men loving and leaving, or maybe not loving at all. If I were smart, I’d expect it from Colton Wolf, too. He was a Green Beret, here in Montana only for the wedding. He wasn’t looking to settle down. Hell, I doubted he was actually looking.
Still, I found my heart beat faster waiting for his answer.
“I’m not a virgin either.”
I rolled my eyes. Duh. “Your mad skills gave that away.”
He gazed at me, his expression clouding before he answered. “Little girl, I do not make a habit of picking up drenched women by the side of the road and seducing them.”
“I thought I was seducing you,” I countered, biting my lip. I was all soft and pliant from that insane orgasm.
He studied me, eyes crinkled and warm. “So you were.”
“What do you make a habit of, Colton?”
He shook his head. “Not this.” He bent to brush his lips between my breasts. I shivered, every nerve-ending still sensitized to his touch.
Gawd. We hadn’t even had actual sex yet, and I was pretty sure Colton Wolf had ruined me for other men. I’d wanted adventures in bed. He’d definitely delivered, and it only felt like the beginning. As if he was giving me a chance to recover.
I reached for the button on his pants. His cock had tented the fabric from the moment we came in the room, and it must be getting painful for him. And yet, I noticed he backed right off when I wanted him to. So he was respectful.
Very.
Which made his dominant manhandling all the more delicious. And the spanking? My butt still tingled… and so did my pussy. Oh. My. God. “Ready to show me another version of disrespectful?” I purred.
In a strange trick of the light, his eyes took on an amber glow, and a low growl rumbled from inside his chest like he was ready to devour me.