Isaiah's Haven l(-2

by N. J. Walters

  “I’ll tell Alex it won’t be long now.”

  “I’ll call you when I have some news.”

  “One more thing,” Joshua added before Isaiah could end the call.

  “What?” His brother hesitated, raising his curiosity. “What do you need?”

  “Alex has a short list of things she’d like you to pick up in the city while you’re there.”

  Isaiah snorted. “Do I look like a personal shopper?” he groused even as he knew he’d do it. Their females were important to the future of the pack and, if his sister-in-law wanted him to buy her a few things, he’d damn well do it. He wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’d do it.

  He yanked open the drawer of the nightstand and found a sheet of motel stationary and a complimentary pen. Dragging them both out, he tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear. “Shoot.”

  Joshua listed off a dozen items, mostly food related, including several pounds of specialty coffee. Isaiah grinned in spite of himself. Alex sure did love her coffee. “That it?” he asked when his brother finished speaking. “Sure I can’t buy you some new underwear or a few pairs of socks for the rest of the boys?”

  Joshua snorted. “I’ve never worn underwear a day in my life and neither have you.”

  “Thought maybe the little woman might want to civilize you,” he taunted.

  “The little woman likes being able to get to my equipment whenever she wants it.”

  Isaiah was reminded of his own hard-on and the fact that he was alone. Meredith was home in her bed. Alone. The fact that she’d kissed him back led him to assume she didn’t have a mate. His stomach churned and he tensed again. She damn well better be alone.

  “You still there?” Joshua asked.

  “Yeah. I got everything. Tell Alex I’ll make sure I get all of it.”

  “Thanks, bro. I really appreciate it.”

  “No problem. Talk to you in a few.” He ended the call and tossed the cell phone and pen onto the nightstand. “Fuck,” he swore as he drove the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. There was no way he was going to sleep tonight. Not with an erection the size of a steel spike.

  Blowing out a breath, he rolled back, sprawling on top of the sheets. He wrapped his hand around his erection and thought about Meredith. It had been years since a woman had drawn his attention, had tempted him.

  There was something about her that made her shine. Her confidence, certainly. Her voice. Damn, her voice could bring a man to his knees. It was throaty and low. Sensual. A bedroom voice. One that bespoke of silk sheets and hot sex.

  Then there was her body. She was tall for a woman. He liked that. She’d fit perfectly against a man of his size, all their parts lining up just the way they should.

  He pumped his hand up and down his shaft, feeling the tension building at the base. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on remembering every detail about her. Her waist-length, straight black hair would feel incredible sliding over his heated flesh. Her stormy blue eyes would take in every hard inch of him. He could imagine them widening before narrowing as she examined his body from head to toe.

  Oh yeah. His cock jerked and fluid seeped from the tip. His fangs lengthened and his body threatened to change. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought the wolf for domination. The sac between his legs constricted and drew up closer to his body.

  Then there was her delectable body. Meredith was slender but strong. Her hips were narrow, but her breasts were a handful. The creamy mounds tipped by a tender nipple of pale pink. He’d seen one, touched it, wrapped his tongue around it.

  He increased the motions of his hand, squeezing and pumping faster. His chest was expanding and contracting quickly as he sucked in air. Thigh muscles tensed, his shoulders bunched.

  Meredith. He whispered her name in his head, picturing her lovely lips parted in invitation. His back arched off the bed. His hand worked faster. Harder.

  Her lips were soft and full and would be a thing of beauty wrapped around his cock. He groaned and bit back a howl as he came. His release spurted onto his stomach in a heady release. He kept pumping until there was nothing left. Releasing his shaft, he let his hand flop back on the bed.

  His lungs were heaving as if he’d run for miles. Sweat coated his body. He needed a cold shower. He might have gained some physical satisfaction, but there was something missing.

  Ignoring the growing emptiness inside him, he rolled off the bed and padded to the shower. He only hoped that took the edge off his hunger enough for him to sleep. He had a long day tomorrow.

  Chapter Four

  Isaiah sauntered into Riley’s Garage at ten o’clock the next morning. It was a large brick building, kept in good repair, better than most on the street. Although it wasn’t the only place that showed signs of being well-kept. There was nothing pretty about it, but it was solid. Much like the man who’d owned it for more than twenty years.

  James LeVeau Riley had raised his daughter Alex here. Isaiah wondered how he’d managed to live in a city for that long and stay sane. But then again he’d had a powerful motivation—protecting his daughter. Isaiah had learned you could do anything you set your mind to if you had the right motivation.

  He rolled his shoulders and emitted a soft sigh, suppressing a yawn that threatened. He’d passed a restless night and was more than a bit on edge. Even the large breakfast he’d eaten about an hour ago hadn’t helped settle him. Of course, the two cups of coffee probably hadn’t helped, but he needed the caffeine kick.

  A man in his mid to late twenties looked up from the car he was working on and frowned. “Can I help you?” As he straightened, his fingers tightened around the wrench he was holding.

  “Maybe.” Isaiah kept his gaze on the man, but his peripheral vision on the wrench. He let his senses flare, but couldn’t smell much beyond the oil and grease of the garage and the sweat and soap of the man. “I’m looking for Divine.”

  Suspicion grew in his eyes. “Divine hasn’t come downstairs yet.” He hesitated briefly before squaring his shoulders. He was a tall man, a little over six feet, but skinny. And certainly no match for Isaiah, even without his preternatural strength. “She doesn’t do that anymore.”

  Confusion settled over him as he tried to follow the conversation. “Doesn’t do what?”

  The young man’s cheeks flushed red and his lips firmed, but he didn’t give ground.

  “What Leon is trying so tactfully to say is that I’m no longer in the business of entertaining men for money, Mr.…” She let the word dangle in the air.

  He studied the woman who’d entered the garage from a door at the back. He knew who she was, but she wasn’t quite what he’d expected. James had described her as a bleached blonde, a bit brash, but with a big heart. He’d had a picture of a woman with too much hard living showing on her face wearing revealing clothing and too much makeup.

  This woman was a brunette and she was wearing jeans, sneakers and a blue sweater that hinted at attributes beneath. It was impossible to hide a bust that large, but she was obviously doing her best.

  “Isaiah,” he offered, holding out his hand.

  She walked closer, her movements fluid, her hips swaying. Her eyes were cool and clinical as she studied him. There was the woman who’d spent years walking the streets, the woman who’d lost herself to drugs and alcohol before she found the inner strength to drag herself out. She took his hand and gave it a firm shake.

  “Well, Isaiah, what can I do for you?”

  “I need to talk to you.” He glanced at Leon. “Alone.”

  Leon walked up to stand beside Divine. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  She patted his arm. “I’ll be fine.” She glanced at Isaiah. “I don’t think he’s looking to harm me. Are you?”

  He shook his head, liking the feisty woman more and more with each passing minute. No wonder both Alex and James spoke fondly of her. “No, ma’am.”

  She laughed, a low, throaty laugh that hinted at many years of cigare
ttes and booze. “Come on up. I was just having a second cup of coffee.”

  Divine turned and headed toward the door at the back. He started to follow, but Leon stopped him with a hand on his arm. Isaiah glanced down at the hand and then at Leon. His cheeks were still red, but determination was etched on his face. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” He removed his hand and slapped the wrench into his palm. The warning was obvious. Hurt Divine and he’d come after Isaiah with the wrench.

  Damn, if he wasn’t beginning to understand how James could stay here all those years. These people understood loyalty, like a pack.

  “You coming?” Divine called.

  He said nothing, but followed her up the stairs and into her apartment. He peered around with interest, curious to see where Alex had grown up. She talked about it often.

  There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A living room opened into a dining and kitchen area. He assumed the bedrooms and bath were down the short hallway. He could easily see James here. He was a man who didn’t need much in the way of luxury.

  On closer inspection, he could see a woman’s touch in the cushions on the sofa and a hot-pink throw tossed over a chair. A loud click yanked him from his musings and brought him back to the situation at hand.

  “Who the hell are you really and what do you want?” Divine was standing behind the kitchen counter a 9mm held expertly in her hands.

  Isaiah raised his hands in surrender and took a step closer. “I told you who I am.” The bullets would hurt, but they wouldn’t leave any lasting damage. He was a werewolf and would heal quickly.

  She sent that thought out through the window with her next words. “I know you’re one of them. You’re not the first one to stop by to visit.” She raised her hands slightly and aimed at his heart. “The bullets in this thing are coated in silver.”

  He froze, his respect for her growing in leaps and bounds. For a human female to challenge him in such a manner was astonishing. He could move quick enough to disarm her, but not without possibly taking a hit.

  His acute hearing picked up a squeak on the stairs and he knew they were about to have company.

  He lowered his right hand to his pocket.

  “Leave ’em where I can see ’em,” she ordered.

  “Do what the lady said.” Leon stepped into the room, rifle at the ready.

  Isaiah shook his head. The situation would be funny if it weren’t so ridiculous. “James Riley sent me. I figured I could call him and he could vouch for me.”

  Her eyes widened and her hand shook slightly before she steadied it. “How is Alex?”

  He smiled. “Happily mated to my brother.”

  Divine frowned. “Phone her. I want to talk to Alex. But make it slow.”

  Her eyes never wavered as he gingerly reached into his pocket with two fingers and drew out his phone. He dialed the number and held it to his ear, waiting impatiently for his brother to answer.

  “Yeah.”

  “I need to speak with the little woman.”

  Joshua laughed. “Don’t let her hear you call her that or you’ll be in trouble. What do you need her for?”

  Isaiah shifted slightly, keeping both Leon and Divine in sight. “Let’s just say I’m having a little trouble with the locals. They seem to think I’m one of the bad guys.”

  His brother snorted. “They’re smarter than I thought.”

  “Ha. Ha.” For someone who hadn’t shown much of a sense of humor his entire life, Joshua had certainly developed a warped one since he’d met Alex. “You’re not the one with a rifle and a 9mm pointed at him. With silver bullets,” he added.

  Joshua gave a whoop of laughter and called for his wife. A few seconds later, Alex came on the line. “What’s wrong? Joshua is grinning like a loon but won’t tell me anything.”

  Isaiah silently thanked his brother for small miracles. “I’m going to put you on speaker. Hang on.” He pressed a button and held up the phone. “You still there, Alex?”

  Her voice came over the speaker load and clear. “I’m here. Now what’s this all about?”

  “Is that really you, Alex?” Divine’s voice quavered and her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve been so worried about you and your dad.”

  “Divine?”

  “Yeah.” Divine swiped at her eyes with the back of her left hand, but kept the gun in her right. “Who is this guy?”

  “He’s my brother-in-law. He looks mean, but he’s really a great guy.”

  Isaiah wondered if he shouldn’t tuck his tail between his legs and just make a run for it. Between his brother and Alex his tough reputation was in tatters.

  “Yeah? He does look mean. The way he moves reminded me of James. How is he?”

  “Dad is good. He’s enjoying being back home.”

  “So you’re not coming back.” Sadness tinged Divine’s voice.

  Alex’s tone softened. “No, we’re not coming back. I’ll be back for a visit, but not until some of the heat dies down.”

  “Tell James that we had another one of those hunters down here, but Otto and his sons sent him packing.” She paused and bit her bottom lip. “We also had one of them werewolves here. They were looking for you and wouldn’t leave.”

  “What happened? You weren’t hurt, were you, Divine?” Isaiah could hear Alex’s concern in every word. He could also hear the love and respect that each woman had for the other.

  “We took care of it.” Her words were tough, but Divine paled slightly. It was then he knew she’d had a part in killing the wolf. She straightened her shoulders and continued. “Tell James the garage is still here if he wants it. I took his advice and Leon is working down there now. He doesn’t have the same touch with cars that your father does, but he’s good.”

  “The building is yours now, Divine.” Alex brought the conversation around to his reason for being there. “Isaiah’s there to pack up all our stuff and drive it back home.” There was a pregnant pause. “I really can’t tell you where, Divine. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” She laid the 9mm back into a kitchen drawer and shut it. Off to his left, Leon slowly lowered the rifle he was holding and disappeared out through the door. Isaiah heard his muffled footsteps on the stairs as he went back down to the garage. “It’s probably better that way.”

  “I miss you.”

  Divine sniffed. “I miss you too, but don’t you start bawling on me. I changed my hair color. You wouldn’t recognize me now. I decided that brunettes have more fun than blondes.”

  Isaiah clicked the button to take Alex off speakerphone and held out the phone to Divine. “Here.”

  The older woman hurried over and took the phone before scurrying back to the kitchen to talk. Knowing they might be a while, he wandered over to one of the windows. He could see part of the city from here.

  He wondered what Meredith was doing this morning. Had she slept as poorly as he had or had she forgotten him the moment he’d left? She was on the other side of the city, but she was probably up and about, doing whatever it was needed doing. He had no idea of the amount of work that went into running a club. There were probably an enormous number of things to take care of on a daily basis. Everything from cleaning to ordering supplies for the kitchen and booking acts. Not to mention the paperwork.

  He closed his eyes and pictured her in his mind. What would she be wearing this morning? Not the skin-hugging, sparkling dress that fit her like a glove. Jeans maybe. Or perhaps black dress pants. Something classy, yet casual. That was more likely. His heart beat heavily, his jeans grew uncomfortably snug and his fangs tingled.

  He rolled his shoulders, but there was no way to dispel the tension growing in him. He had to see her again. Tonight.

  But for now he had work to do. His family came first. Always.

  “Call me anytime. You take care of yourself, Alex.”

  He turned around as Divine was ending the call. She handed the phone back to him. He took it and tucked it back into his pocket.

  Divine s
wiped at her eyes and quickly squared her shoulders. “I already packed up Alex’s apartment and gave her notice to her landlord.” Grabbing a set of keys, she headed to the door. He followed silently behind her. “All her stuff is in here.”

  She unlocked a rather large storage room at end of the hall. Furniture and boxes were piled almost to the ceiling. “Otto Bykowski, who runs the bakery up the road, and his sons, helped me.” She nodded toward the downstairs. “Leon is one of his sons.

  “I wasn’t quite certain what to do with James’s furniture, but I boxed up all his belongings and put them in here too.”

  “You can do whatever you wish with his furniture.” James had told him to let Divine have whatever she wanted. Said she’d deserved it for all that she’d done. Isaiah had been skeptical at the time, but now he believed she more than deserved the furniture and the building. “Keep it or sell it. It’s up to you.”

  Divine pointed to a gaudy purple chair in the corner. “I put that piece in here. James might not want it, but it was Alex’s favorite.”

  “Thanks.”

  They left the room, Divine locking up behind them.

  “I’m going to watch the garage for a few days before I bring in a truck.”

  Divine crossed her arms over her chest and looked thoughtful. “That’s a good idea. Listen,” she began. “If you want to be doubly safe, Otto can bring his bakery truck down some night and put it in the garage. No one would think anything of it. They’d just assume that Leon was fixing something for his dad. We could load up the truck and drive it to another location to make sure no one is watching. You could have a truck waiting and transfer their belongings to it.” She tapped her bottom lip with her finger as if thinking the logistics through. “That would work.”

  Once again, Isaiah was impressed with Divine. “That’s smart.”

  She gave him a wry smile. “I have my moments.”

  He grinned back. “I’m sure you do.”

  She gave a short laugh and winked at him. “That’s what we’ll do then.” She walked past her apartment door and down the stairs to the garage. “You let me know when you’re ready and I’ll talk to Otto.”