The Challenge (The Pack 2)

“No idea,” he rumbled, walking forward, and inhaling deeply. “She’s definitely the one wandering the woods.”

“I didn’t really need confirmation on that,” I muttered, seeing a dog-eared romance novel on the nightstand, but nothing else. Wren was neat, I’d give her that. I eased open the closet door to find what few clothes she had hung carefully.

“There’s nothing in here,” Dom called from the bathroom, poking his head out. “Don’t women usually have a bunch of stuff?” I lifted my eyebrows and he hastily added, “I mean Sam always did.”

“Mmhmmm,” I hummed, ducking around him to check out the space. “They didn’t have a lot when they came. That could be why.” I shifted to leave the miniscule bathroom, but Dom’s broad chest blocked the door. I went to squeeze past him and wound up wedged between him and the doorway.

A flash of white teeth accompanied his comment, “Stuck?”

I wiggled, my chest rubbing against his, and felt him groan. My nipples puckered at the sensation and I stilled.

“Good idea,” he muttered, his hand coming to my hip as a hard bulge pressed against my stomach. “You’re going to kill me.”

“But what a way to go,” I quipped, trying to lighten the mood before I begged him to throw me on the bed and have his wicked way with me.

“Wicked way?” He repeated carefully and I stared at him as my mouth made a little O.

“I said that out loud?” I asked faintly and he shook his head. “I thought it,” I whimpered, not sure which was worse. He nodded, his hand tightening on my hip as I tried even more desperately to unstick myself.

“Stop,” he ground out, and I reacted to the command in his voice, stilling instantly. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, as I attempted not to twitch. I could feel the bulge against my stomach, bigger and harder than it had been a moment ago, and fought to be a statue. Statue, statue, I chanted to myself internally.

“Statue?” Dom sounded more amused than grumbly so I chanced a glance up to find him staring down at me, eyes glittering.

“Trying to practice not moving,” I answered with a short nod.

“By chanting statue to yourself,” he clarified and I nodded again, placing my hands against the wall behind my back so I wouldn’t be tempted to rub them all over him. “We’re definitely going to have a talk about your fantasies but right now I think we need to leave,” his voice dropped as he lowered his head next to mine, “Before I forget this isn’t the time or place and throw you on that bed and have my wicked way with you.” My knees weakened and only his body and my hands braced on the wall kept me from melting in a puddle.

I exhaled shakily, nodding, and he shifted sideways, back into the bathroom as I practically fell into the motel room, catching myself on the Formica countertop at the last second. I braced myself, giving my knees a chance to remember their job and glanced over my shoulder at Dom. He stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the ceiling as he mouthed something silently.

“Dom?” I questioned hesitantly.

“Go,” he commanded, one hand flickering to the door. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

I didn’t argue, hightailing it out of the room. I stopped a couple doors down, leaning on the wall as I tried to catch my breath.

I’m sorry.

The words brushed softly against my mind, regretful and apologetic.

I don’t have as much control as I think I do, he added and I smiled, tilting my head back against the wall, eyes closing as we conversed.

You have more control than me, I teased and felt him groan mentally.

Not helping.

I’ll be good, I answered contritely. Girl scout’s honor, I tacked on, fingers crossed behind my back.

“Somehow I doubt that,” he murmured next to me, his finger tapping my crossed ones. “Little liar.” He smirked at me through heavily lidded eyes. “Were you even a Girl Scout?”

“Once,” I muttered, and caved under his stare. “Okay, so it was only like one meeting but it still counts.”

He hummed noncommittally and I attempted to change the subject. “So, we didn’t learn anything,” I said, checking the area to make sure no one saw us leave Wren’s room.

“Oh, I learned a few things,” Dom replied and I glanced at him inquiringly. “Nothing about Wren but more than a few things about you,” he teased, winking at me. My cheeks heated and I prayed they weren’t as red as they felt.

“I suggest you forget anything you think you learned,” I retorted, striving for calm as we went around the building. A second later, he’d pressed me against the rough brick, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kissed me thoroughly.

“Nope,” he murmured, lifting his head only far enough to speak. “Not a chance.” He pressed another hard kiss against my lips, pulling back slightly before groaning and kissing me again. Ragged breaths escaped me as he pressed hot kisses along my neck, and I arched, desperate for his mouth to find the throbbing mark.