I roll my eyes. “Bossy! I’m going, I’m going.” I spin on my heels and hustle to the bedroom to get my bag, feeling Tank’s gaze on my twitching ass the whole way. Not sure why my foxy bits get so wet when he tells me what to do, but whatevs.
Twenty minutes later, Tank helps me into his truck, and shoves my bag behind the seat. The mafia man is in the covered bed behind us, duct taped within an inch of his life.
“Sure he’ll be all right back there?”
Tank nods, and turns on the truck. It roars to life, huge and powerful, like its owner. Tank’s large hands turn the wheel. I get a thrill just watching him pull out of my driveway.
I bounce a little in my seat. “Road trip!”
Tank is silent. We head straight for the highway.
“Can we stop for snacks?”
“No.”
“Okay.” At least I have a water bottle. Although, I’d better save it for thirty minutes before we make a planned pit stop. I have a bladder the size of a pea.
I relate all this to Tank. His lips twitch, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the road or change expression.
“How about music?” I hold up my iPod. “I have a great playlist. Do you have a way I can plug-”
“No.”
“That’s okay, I have speakers in here somewhere-”
“No. No music.”
“Righty-ho, Big Daddy.”
“Don’t…” His thumb and finger touch his brows, and he briefly closes his eyes.
I grin at him, radiating cute vibes. They get me out of all sorts of trouble.
Tank sighs.
This is gonna be so fun.
~.~
Tank
A half hour into the journey, and I want to throttle her. Well, not really. I just want to shut that smart mouth up with my tongue. No, my cock. Actually, my dick wouldn’t mind thoroughly claiming other parts of her. Every available orifice. That would be about the only thing that could put a dent in my bad mood. And blue balls.
But as hot as I find Foxfire, as much as my wolf is into her, I can’t go all in with this girl. First of all, she’s a little nutty. Adorably nutty, but still. She’s the type my dad warned me about. He beat his variation of bros before hos into me so many times, I recognize the signs of getting swept away by a female.
Never put a female before pack, son. They’ll ruin everything for you.
I fear he’s right. I’m already making bad decisions because of her. Garrett is in crisis right now, and I’m his second in command. I should be holding down the fort, checking in on Eclipse, and standing by for orders. Instead, I’ve wrapped a thug up in a rug and loaded him in my truck, and I’m driving four hours to Flagstaff.
Because of a girl.
Granted, she’s a very hot, fascinating girl with the most fuckable mouth I’ve ever seen. But I can’t go there with her.
Humming to herself, Foxfire props her legs on my dashboard. They are a mile long and all delicious bare flesh because she’s still wearing those goddamn short shorts. I’m pretty sure if she keeps them up there, I will crash the truck trying to lean over and lick them.
“Legs off,” I order. I sound grumpier than I mean to.
It doesn’t affect her, except to turn it up a notch. “You got it, Big D.” She slips them under her, grinning as if she lives to get a rise out of me.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I warn her, but it’s myself I’m giving a talking to. “We’re going to get to Flagstaff, question this guy, and check on your mom.” And be back before my pack wonders where I’ve gone.
I left a message with Garrett, and tried Jared and Trey, but I’ve still heard nothing from them. It’s a little worrying. But they’re big wolves who can take care of themselves.
Meanwhile, I’m stuck on a road trip with Little Miss Sunshine. How did I get talked into this?
Oh yeah. Because my wolf won’t let her alone. I can’t stand a human male touching her, much less threatening her. And two humans already have in the past hour. A wolf shifter, even one from my pack? Forget about it.
“This is so exciting. My first road trip with a werewolf.” She dances in her seat. She’s taken off her hoodie, and her nipples press against the thin fabric of her shirt.
My cock wants to dance with her.
“Settle,” I growl. What was I thinking, agreeing to being alone with her for a four hour trip? She’s a beautiful foxy lady, and I’m a hot-blooded wolf. “We need to be careful. It’s not a good idea to rile my wolf up.”
“What? Why?”
“Full moon.”
“What happens then?” Her voice drops. “During your time of the month?”
I snort at her term for it. “We don’t have to shift, but we want to. Females usually go into heat.”
“Like get really horny?”
“Yeah.”
“I get it. You’re afraid you’ll jump me. So what’s the big deal?”
~.~
Foxfire
His hands clench the steering wheel so hard, he’s gonna leave imprints if he’s not careful. “That’s… not going to happen.”
“Yeah. I’m hearing you don’t want it to. What’s the big deal?” I thought he could give it as good as he got it back at my place.
He mutters something under his breath.
“Wait, do you have a wife stashed somewhere? Little Tank babies?” My voice is light, defying the shrieking pain clutching my heart.
“No.”
Relief. I try not to show it. I lean back with a smile.
“Look, this isn’t a date. You’re a shifter, and your mom’s in trouble. We could be walking into a dangerous situation. We both need to keep our heads on straight.” He looks at me like he’s not sure mine is ever on straight. It’s a look I’m used to receiving.