Patrick still didn’t untangle Ginny from her bathrobe. However, he leaned down and bit her nipple that peaked up out of the fabric.
“Ahhh!” gasped Ginny. The combination of pain and pleasure sometimes just did it for Ginny. That was another thing that Patrick brought to their sex lives. Neither one worried about breaking the other. Their wolfish side played in bed as much as they did.
Patrick pulled out, flipped Ginny over and drove back into her. As they both started to shift, he undid the tie of her bathrobe. He’d learned quickly not to destroy clothes. Especially Ginny’s clothes. That had been a very expensive lesson. Fun, but costly.
Ginny wiggled out of the bathrobe as best she could because Patrick didn’t stop. He leaned over her and bit the back of her neck. It sent shivers down her spine and they shifted all the way. Forelegs braced against her back legs gave him the leverage he needed. They exploded in orgasm and collapsed to the bed. Curled up tight to accommodate the knot, they went to sleep as the sun began to fill the room.
*
Wolf curled up around his mate. “Soft one sleep, pups no sleep,” he thought as he watched her belly move. Wolf put his nose on her belly and the pups kicked harder. He jerked his head back in surprise and lay back down next to his mate. He watched the pups play under her skin until he fell back to sleep.
*
On the other side of the world, Sam was relaxing under an umbrella reading the latest Peter Bowen mystery. She smiled at the waiter that brought another iced tea and sat it next to her. She’d had a lovely time swimming in the ocean and walking around the various markets. She still couldn’t believe that she was here in Fiji. At that moment, her hat blew off and she ran to catch it. The bandanna wrapped around the brim had been Buster’s. Sam had almost caught it when a tall slim man picked it up.
“Hey! That’s my hat. Would you give it back please?” she asked as she ran up to him.
“Oh, Ever so sorry, I just saw the hat blowing,” the man said. He looked at the hat and turned it so that it would sit correctly on the woman’s head. Then he lightly placed it on her head. “There you go ma’am.”
“Thanks,” said Sam and she walked back to her book.
The man went to rub his nose and the scent from the hat hit him. “Buster?” he thought. He watched the woman walk back to a sun chair and made a note of the hotel it was sponsored by. This was an unexpected mystery he needed to follow up.
Sam sat eating her dinner under an awning watching the sun set. She had just finished her salad when she heard someone come up beside her.
“Would you mind if I sat with you?” he asked.
Sam looked up to see the man who had rescued her hat from the wind. He was nice looking, and about her age. There was also something familiar about him that she just couldn’t put her finger on.
“No, not at all. Please join me,” she said. “I’m Sam.”
“Lewis. Nice to meet you,” he said.
“Thank you again for rescuing my hat this afternoon. Have to admit though that the damned bandana means more to me than the hat,” she said.
“Oh?” asked Lewis as the waiter brought him a dinner salad.
“It belonged to a dear friend of mine who passed a few months ago,” Sam said.
“I understand,” said Lewis. “Bloody hell! The old man must have been nearly 120!” he thought. “A lover?”
“No, just a very dear man who was rather misunderstood,” said Sam.
“How was he misunderstood if you don’t mind me asking,” said Lewis.
“Well, I need to explain a few things first,” said Sam between bites of seafood pasta. “I run a B&B up in the mountains. One afternoon, this older gentleman showed up asking if he could have a long term agreement with me for a room. We talked and I agreed. You see, I think he expected he would die rather soon. He spent most his time up in the mountains and only came home late in the evenings,” said Sam.
“Okay, so what happened that changed things?” asked Lewis. He’d ordered his meal and the waiter had motioned that he’d be right back. He was listening very closely to what Sam was and wasn’t saying.
“Well, for one, he didn’t die. By then, I was use to his comings and goings and so I just continued to let him rent the ground floor room. Wasn’t like anyone was using it,” Sam explained. She had this feeling that she knew the man sitting across from her, but couldn’t shake it or explain it.
“That was nice of you,” said Lewis. “So this man became a friend and then what?”
“Well, I had a couple visiting and she fell and broke her nose and twisted her ankle. While she was convalescing, they got to know the old man who would sit with her when her mate… um husband couldn’t,” said Sam. “Shit!”
“That was nice of the old man. Why didn’t the couple just go home?” he asked. “And she just slipped up and now is frustrated with herself. Hmmm…” he thought.
“Well, their house was being worked on and there really wasn’t anywhere to go,” said Sam.
“And after this couple did go home? What happened then?” Lewis asked. He poured Sam another glass of wine from the carafe on the table. “Please don’t stop talking!”
“Well, he began to decline very rapidly and he died in my arms. The paramedics got all upset because I wouldn’t let them haul the old man off to the hospital. They made a real stink of things. The young couple who’d become friends came up to help me with all the details. They had really liked the old man. When we went through his stuff we discovered that he was a relative of the woman,” said Sam.
“Now that is extraordinary!” said Lewis. “I have cousins?!” he thought.
“Yes it was. It was a little rough after he died, what with the paramedics making such a fuss. The young couple and another couple who are friends of theirs helped me run the B&B. In fact, the second couple have gone in as partners with me,” said Sam.