Bewitched (Betwixt & Between #2) - Darynda Jones Page 0,78
I’m sure you two need alone time. Can you guys drop me off at a hotel?” She turned to me. “A really cheap one?”
“We can actually. It’s called Ruthie Goode’s Broom and Boarding House.”
Ruthie was going to kill me for bringing home so many strays. First Samuel. Now Minerva. Next the entire population of the Franklin Park Zoo.
“Are you sure?” she asked, hesitant.
There was no way I was about to leave her alone. She was heartbroken and traumatized. Odds were, someone in Vogel’s family—maybe even Minerva’s jackhole parents—would get his house. I’d have to make sure to take her back so she could grab her things before the vultures descended, but for now, she needed rest. And maybe a manicure. “I’m positive. We’ll get you sorted, love. I just want you safe for now, okay?”
“Thank you.”
“Ms. Dayne,” Roane said when we got to his truck, looking exceptionally tasty in his hoodie.
“Mr. Wildes.”
He eyed me with a combination of lust and wicked intent. “Do you just start shit wherever you go?”
“’Parently.”
Back at the house, I smelled food the minute we walked inside. Before I got to any of the said food, however, Percy blocked my path. I grinned and waited as a vine covered in little black rosebuds slid around my wrist. I hugged it to me. “Thank you, Percy. This is Minerva.”
She watched him, mesmerized as he shrank back and let us through.
I kissed my dads—who wanted the whole story right now, missy, asking what the hell happened and why didn’t I call, then told me I was grounded forever and a day.
I told them that was a very long time. But that was fine, as long as I got to serve my punishment in bed with Roane.
After promising a show-and-tell of everything that had gone down, I took Minerva upstairs, grabbed some clothes for her, and showed her to a bedroom. “You’ll have to share a bathroom with my dads when they’re here, but they have amazing taste. You’ll love their shampoo.”
She laughed softly and promised to be down for something to eat after a shower.
I went back to my room. The suitcase I’d started to pack earlier still lay open on my bed. It’d been a while since I slept on that bed, what with the kitchen floor being so available and nearby. I was just starting to put my clothes away when a wolf knocked on my open door.
He stood at the threshold, arms crossed over the magnificent expanse of his chest. “I hope you were planning on saying goodbye this time.”
“What?” I couldn’t think while his biceps drew my attention away from the fact that I needed to breathe.
“If you’ve made up your mind to leave”—he stalked toward me, each step full of purpose, his powerful stare raking over every inch of me—“I’m going to fight tooth and nail to change it.”
He didn’t stop until he had me in his arms. He bent his head and kissed me but didn’t close his eyes. He kept them locked on mine, his olive-green irises like cut glass. He was so perfect. A perfect fit. A perfect face. A perfect body. If he weren’t mentally unstable, he’d be 100 percent. But how else could one explain his attraction to me? The man clearly needed to be medicated.
I pulled back when he pulled back. “That was fighting dirty.”
“We wolves do that.” His smirk cut straight to my nethers and rested there awhile. “We like to get dirty.” He ran a large hand over my ass and pulled me against his erection as his other hand sought out one of the girls. Brushing a thumb over my nipple, he deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
Sadly, after a moment, he stopped. “Is it working?”
At that point, everything was definitely working, and I was certain he could give me an orgasm just by talking to me, his voice smooth and rich and succulent like nectar And he smoldered. For the first time in my life, I had a man who actually smoldered. All those romance novels made so much more sense now.
He slid a hand around to the front of my jeans, but I stopped him. “No way. My turn.”
I ran my hand over the front of his kilt. The kilt. The glorious kilt. And the glorious what was underneath the kilt. The thin leather allowed my hand to mold to his erection. And mold it did.
He sucked in a soft breath and backed me against the bed.