by Renee Rose
I’d have to come back every night to see how often this happened. Fortunately, I hadn’t had to kick Rob out of my bed to come here tonight. That would’ve been hard to explain away. He’d been pissed I’d gone out with Markle. I could only imagine what he’d do if he found out anything else.
I needed to figure this out. It was my job, and that was why I was here.
I wanted to get inside that barn and other outbuildings to search for drugs or evidence of drugs. But that was highly risky, and if Rob got a whiff of it, not only would he learn the truth, but he’d be pissed as hell. I sighed, realized I was thinking about the hot neighbor too much, worried about his reaction to my job and the case. My body heated at what I’d done earlier with him. I clenched my bottom, remembering how big he’d been, how he’d actually fit. That was why I was sore, even now hours later.
But I had to focus on my reason for being in Cooper Valley. I’d seen the cases, the animal hauler. I knew how they were leaving, but how were they arriving at Markle’s property? The same way? Were the cows grazing his pasture rotating cattle, brought in to hide the incoming drugs and shipped out to do the same?
I didn’t want to blow my cover by pushing things. I’d only had one date with Markle, and if I moved too fast, I’d end up in his bed or possibly dead. I wasn’t sure which was worse. I had to have patience until I had real evidence that could be used against Markle and Murrieta. To put them away for life.
I lay down in the long prairie grass to see if anything else happened, but it went dark and quiet. With my goggles, I watched a few of the guys head in the direction of the barn where I assumed there was some kind of bunk house. Markle headed to his fancy ranch house. I took off the goggles and watched lights go on and off in the house, following his path to bed. After an hour of waiting, the light in—I assumed—his bedroom went out. I gave up the watch and went back to report to Vaughn.
He’d appreciate the photos, but that wasn’t enough to bring in a team to make an arrest. I’d need more evidence than that to crack this case. When I did, I’d see Markle and Murrieta behind bars. I’d get that promotion and a new case, far from Cooper Valley, Montana. Two days ago, that was what I wanted. Now? I had no idea why I was questioning the plan.
Yeah, I did. It was a brawny cowboy with a big dick who’d proved he knew how to use it.
13
ROB
Growing up, having a wolf inside me had never been an issue. It was like having a weird friend always with you, whether it was to get you in trouble or to pull you from it. For me and Boyd and Colton, even Clint, too, it had been both. We’d also helped each other along with the good and the bad. Then we’d learned how to shift, to let our wolves out. To run.
Then our wolves had started to prod us toward finding our mate, letting it be known as a sadness, a frustration, a need. I knew how that felt. I probably had the crankiest wolf out of the four of us. Clint was now in second place. As for Boyd and Colton, they’d found their mates, and their wolves were calm. Happy. Settled. Hell, sated.
I tested the water in the shower, then stepped under the spray. I was sated. What guy wouldn’t be after what Natalie and I did the day before. I’d found my mate. My wolf had scented her and let it be known no one else would do. Then I’d gotten her beneath me. Naked. I’d gotten in her as she submitted. The only thing I hadn’t done was bite her.
After coming harder and more powerfully than I ever had in my life… and in her snug little ass no less, I should have been in bliss. Oh, I had the loose gait of a well fucked man. I also had the grin of a guy who’d dominated the hell out of a woman and satisfied her in a dark, feral way she didn’t even know she craved.
But I hadn’t bitten her.
That alone had my balls aching. My heart longing to separate the distance between us. My dick thick and hard between my thighs. I was sated of cum, but there was more. An endless supply for my mate, and I wanted to put it all in her.
I gripped my dick at the base, stroked it from root to tip, working it as I’d want Natalie to do. I thought of her mouth and how much of it she’d be able to fit into her throat. It wouldn’t be all of it, but the base, filthy side of me wanted to see just how much, to watch her eyes widen knowing she’d never get it all before she choked.
Slapping my hand against the wall, I let my head drop as I got myself off. It didn’t take long. Not last night before I went to bed. Not this time, less than an hour before she was to show up. As my cum spurted onto the tiles in long thick ropes, I knew my wolf was in charge. He’d stay that way until I dealt with my shit and made Natalie Shefield mine. I just had to figure out how to do that. Because while Boyd and Colton had given in to their wolves, I might not be able to give in to mine. I was alpha, and the pack came first, even over a mate.
An hour later, Natalie was at the door, and my wolf practically licked his chops in glee. Happy to see her, eager to fuck her. I didn’t blame the animal within. I felt the exact same way.
I kissed her because I wanted to. I kissed her because I needed to. I kissed her to let her know she was mine without words. And because I couldn’t wait another fucking second to do so. She tasted as I remembered. Spicy. Hot. And the kiss? Wild and a little uncontrolled, as if she craved as much as I did.
Her hand knocked off my hat. Mine found her breast over her t-shirt. My leg settled between hers, and if she rode my thigh a little, I didn’t fucking mind.
I lifted my head, took a deep breath. “Fuck, woman.”
“I was just thinking that,” she replied, kissing along my jaw.
“If I get you in my bed, you’re not getting out today. You’ve got two other holes I’ve yet to play with.”
She groaned, and I could have sworn it was more growl than anything else.
“Besides, if you’re here to target shoot, that means you’re armed.” I stepped back. “I don’t mess with an armed woman.”
Her fiery hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She wore no makeup, but the flush I brought to her cheeks made her stunning. In jeans, boots and a white t-shirt that was modest yet sexy as hell. She was low maintenance, and while there was no doubt she was all woman, she wasn’t girly like Audrey or Marina.
“Maybe I should pull it out, get you to do what I want.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe I’d have stage fright.”
Her gaze raked down my body in a slow perusal, and there was no way she could miss my hard-on. “Not a chance.”
I grinned then led her out the front door. “Come on, we shoot behind the barn.”
“How about a wager?” she asked.
I stopped and faced her, waited for her to continue.
“A sex wager.”
I smirked, amused by her as much as aroused. “Sounds good to me.”
“A shootout. Winner picks the kind of sex.”
My dick punched against my jeans. “What if there’s something I don’t want to do?”
She arched a red brow and stared. “I highly doubt there’s anything you won’t do.”
She was right. Except… “I don’t share.” The three words were deep and sharp.
Her smile slipped, and she nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
We made it the rest of the way to the far side of the barn in silence. The construction work on the barn was almost complete. Before she left for North Carolina with Colton, Marina had offered suggestions to the trusses, so they were reinforced for superior durability. The supports were in and so was the sub-surface of the roof. The new shingles had to go on, which prompted me to add Natalie’s roof to the contractor’s tasks.
The back doors were open, and I’d set a few weapons down on a table.
“I assume you’ll use your Glock?” I asked as she pulled the weapon from the back of her jeans.
“A rifle’s a good choice around here,” she said, running her hand over it, then lifting it up, checking to see if it was loaded with an easy skill of someone who’s used one before and often. “Got a lot of wild animals?”
“Bears up in the hills although I like to give them room, so I don’t have to shoot them.”
She smiled. “That works. Jett Markle said he saw wolves.”
I stilled but grabbed a box of bullets to keep from wanting to go over to Markle’s land and shoot the fucker.
“You know how I feel about the guy. Let’s not ruin our afternoon talking about him. I assume your Glock is loaded?”
“Of course.”
I grabbed the rifle and two boxes of bullets, one for her Glock and one for my gun. This was Montana. We had many weapons and were prepared to use them all.
“The target’s over there. I put the first paper sheets out earlier. Grab the hearing protection?” I tipped my head toward a stack of hay bales in the distance and Natalie grabbed the ear plugs. Beyond it was nothing but open pasture for miles and was wide open on both sides. If someone happened into view, we’d know well before they got in the line of fire.
I led her to where we stood to shoot, two hay bales stacked to rest bullets and unloaded guns. I left the extra target papers there earlier.
“Warmup round?” she asked, watching as I loaded the rifle.
I clicked it shut and aimed the barrel at the ground. “All right. Ladies first.”
She put her ear protection in, moved a few steps away, and stood so her right leg was forward and raised her arm. Looking my way, she waited for me to get my ear plugs in, then focused on the target. Fired.
I had no idea if she was hitting the target. My gaze was on her. The way she stood, confident in her shooting. The vibe of power she was giving off was hot as hell. It might have also been the way she filled out her jeans or the curve of her breasts beneath the snug t-shirt. Or the red hair that caught the sunlight.
Fuck, she was incredible.
When her cartridge was empty, she aimed her gun at the ground and slid it open. I took her place and looked at the targets. All of her shots were neatly placed around the bullseye. She handled a weapon like Colton did, with military precision. She hadn’t mentioned she’d been in the service, and I had to wonder the story she wasn’t telling me. She’d said she’d been scared. While the idea of her being afraid of someone didn’t sit well with me, I was reassured by her skills. No guy was going to get past her bullets. Not with her aim.
I lifted the rifle, aimed. Fired.
“Not bad.” She set her empty weapon on the hay bale. I did the same, and we walked in companionable silence with new target sheets across the field.
When we returned, she loaded her Glock. “How’s the shootout going to go?”
I shrugged, looked from her to the prepared targets.
“Fifteen shots. Closest to center wins.”
“Sounds good.”
We reloaded.
“I’m guessing ladies first again?”
I only grinned at her in reply.
She took her position again.
“Angel,” I called.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she quirked a brow.
“Use your left hand.”
Her mouth fell open. “How… I… what…?”
“You’re left handed. I assume that’s your dominant hand, yet you did your warmup round with your right.”
She looked more surprised now than she did when I’d caught her masturbating.
“You like it when I call the shots in bed, angel? Is that why you’re shooting with your weaker hand, so I can win?”
She pursed her lips and her eyes flecked with fire. Oh yeah, there was my girl. She switched her stance, raised her arm and barely glanced at the target. Fired.
That was what I thought.
I walked up to her, got so close my chest bumped into her breasts. “You hold back like that on me again, you’ll get my belt on that pretty ass of yours. I want all of you, angel.”
I took my shots, but I knew the outcome. I could shoot someone, but I wasn’t trained in it more than practicing here on the ranch. I was alpha. I led.
We walked to the targets. She’d blown a hole through dead center, not a bit of paper separated one shot from the next. Unlike my target. I was close to center, but the winner was obvious. There was much more to Natalie Shefield than I ever imagined. I was going to spend my lifetime learning all her secrets. Every. Single. One.
“Well, angel. How do you want me? On top? You want to ride my dick? How about I lick your pussy until you come a few times, then you decide?”
She slid her palms over my chest and glanced up at me through those cinnamon lashes. “How about…we wash the sweat off in the shower, you lick my pussy until I come a few times, and then I decide?”
My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. Getting her scent all over my face. “It’s wrong to throw you over my shoulder when you won, isn’t it?”
She flicked those eyelashes at me. “It is when we’re both holding weapons, big guy.”
Taking the rifle out of my hands, she settled it on her shoulder, just like a trained soldier.
Huh. There was definitely something she wasn’t telling me. She’d been in the military or had some kind of training. This wasn’t just a girl who took herself to a shooting range on weekends because it made her feel safe. I’d bet she’d even win in a shootout against Colton.
It bothered me that I didn’t know her full story, but I definitely would. I intended to find everything out about Natalie Shefield I could. Starting with how she sounded screaming in the shower.
I put the rifle away in the barn and then I tossed her over my shoulder because I knew my mate liked to be conquered and also because I couldn’t wait to touch her any longer.
Luckily, Colton and Marina were in Cooper Valley, so I didn’t have to kick them out of the house. Because I definitely would have. I was going to make my mate scream, and I didn’t want anything inhibiting her. I hadn’t been joking when I told her I didn’t share.
I kicked the front door shut behind us then carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and directly into the bathroom I’d remodeled myself.
She started stripping the moment I put her feet down, and I had to suppress the growl that came rocketing up my throat at every inch of bare skin she exposed.
Damn, she was hot.
So hot.
I turned the water on and yanked off my own t-shirt. Keeping my gaze glued to my mate, I quickly stripped. She grinned at me, fully naked and completely shameless and stepped into the shower.
It was hard to believe how lucky and unlucky I could be at the same time.
I had my mate here. Naked. Willing.
But she was human.
It went against nature that my wolf would choose her. An alpha wolf was always drawn to another alpha. The best of the breed. The strongest she-wolf who could produce future alphas for the pack.
Why in the fuck would my wolf pick her? It made no sense other than she met every one of my needs in bed… or the shower.
And yet, even as I questioned it, no part of me was disappointed in her. She was perfect. There was no question she was mine.
An alpha had to think about his pack. I had responsibilities that went far beyond what I wanted. I couldn’t make a choice that would stamp out or lose the Wolf line of alphas and end our pack’s autonomy.
I gave my head a hard shake. I didn’t want to think about that—I couldn’t. What guy would think about anything but the dripping wet naked woman in his shower? Right now, I needed to satisfy my mate. That was all that mattered.
I stepped into the shower after her and pounced.
14
WILLOW
If I’d thought Rob would be slow and tender in the shower, I would’ve been way off base. He was an animal. Even more feral than he’d been the first time. He claimed my mouth with urgency the moment he stepped under the spray, his lips suctioning over mine as his forearm scooped under my ass and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he rotated and stepped forward until my back hit the shimmering aqua glass mini tiles.
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bsp; I moaned into his mouth, kissing him back, my wet folds rubbing over the base of his cock. It was like TNT between us. Some kind of chemical formula that had two things coming together and forming an explosion. We were tame on our own—for the most part—but when Rob and I got together...
If ever a man had been worth my time, it was this one. He wasn’t a quickie or a one-night stand. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Wanting him. Hell, needing what only he could give me. Yeah, he was a drug to me, and I was going to get another hit, right now.
He pinned me against the shower wall and ground his erection into me, his root rubbing my clit as I writhed against him. My legs went about his waist, my ankles hooking at his low back trying to get as close as possible.
“Not yet, angel. I need to taste you first,” he rumbled, lowering my feet to the tile and sliding his palms down my slippery skin. He crouched in front of me, lifting one of my knees over his shoulder as he pinned my waist against the wall.
He gave a long lap over my slit as he looked up at me. “You wanna come fast or slow for your first time, angel?”
The sound of the waterfall shower was all that I could hear. But feel… I felt his tongue, his lips. His hands. I wanted his dick, too, but his mouth was wicked.
“Fast,” I gasped. Because I was already desperate. I cupped my breasts, trying to ease the ache in them.
“Mmm.” He nipped my nether lips. “I was just in this shower before you came,” he said and nipped me again. “Thinking about you. About this.” He made his tongue firm and penetrated me. “Jerking off to the memory of your glorious tits.”
The image of him pleasuring himself in here—and recently—had me so hot I got dizzy.
I rubbed my eager flesh over his mouth, trying to get more friction. More action. More satisfaction. He found my clit with his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, grazed his teeth. And then he suctioned his mouth over the little nubbin.
I screamed, pulling at his hair. He had a talented dick and a talented mouth. My orgasm was swift and blinding—running through me like a freight train. The heat from the shower made me dizzy, and the room spun. I would’ve fallen down if Rob wasn’t still holding me up, still sucking on my sensitive bud, but gently now.