Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,63

raw, man.”

It’s not an exaggeration. I feel the same way, and that’s even with my denial and fighting my coyote every step of the way. Lafe has been for her since the beginning, so his instincts are probably even more heightened than mine.

“Chill,” Penn tells him. “I’m not backing out. I’m telling you to wait because I think we should make Herrick go in first. Alone.” He looks over at me with a shit-eating smirk.

I glower at him. “Why just me?”

“Because you’re the one she’s mostly pissed at,” he says.

That’s...that’s accurate. Dammit.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, shaking my head as I steal looks over at the door to the pet shop. “She’s probably super pissed. And a female coming down from her heatwave is already volatile and shit.”

Penn’s grin widens. “You’re not scared, are you?” he taunts.

“Suck a dick.”

“Just grow a pair and hurry up! I want to see her,” Lafe says, pushing my arm. “And don’t fuck this up,” he adds.

I yank my arm away from his incessant pushing and glare at him over my shoulder. “Fine! But what the fuck am I supposed to say?”

Lafe shrugs. “You were an asshole about her animal. You made her and her duck feel unworthy. You have to fix that. Maybe use some duck-tape.” He laughs at his own joke, and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, I got that part, prick. I’m asking how. How do I fix it?”

Lafe’s lip twitches. “Just wing it.”

Fucking duck puns.

I move to slap him upside the head, but he laughs and dodges me.

“You’re not fucking helping!”

“Okay, okay!” he says, trying to stop laughing as he holds his hands up in surrender. “Just apologize. Grovel. Beg. Do whatever you need to do to make things right with our mate,” he says, emphasizing the last word. “Then convince her to give us another chance so that we can protect her from—” Lafe cuts off, his eyes caught on something out the window.

Penn and I swivel our heads to follow his gaze. My eyes instantly land on Addie coming out of the shop carrying a bag of garbage in her hands. She walks around the side of the building and tosses the bag in the dumpster at the end of the alleyway before turning around and walking back. Her hips swing with every step, and she looks so damn good, my dick instantly turns hard.

I curse under my breath. “What the fuck kind of uniform is that?”

Penn and Lafe are still staring at where she disappeared through the door, unable to answer me. Lafe is practically panting. I don’t blame him. She’s wearing a tight black skirt with suspenders over a white uniform shirt. The words, “I Love Doggie Style...Pet Shop” are printed on the front with the shop’s logo underneath.

For fuck’s sake. Not exactly subtle, is it?

“She has awesome tits,” Lafe finally says, sounding pained.

“And ass,” Penn adds.

I remember that ass bouncing on my dick during her heatwave. I remember those tits in my hands. “Dammit,” I mutter under my breath as my cock continues to swell inside my pants. I have to adjust myself, and the guys snigger. “How am I supposed to talk to her when she looks like that?”

Lafe and Penn just laugh at my expense.

“Just take a quack at it,” Lafe says.

This time, I do manage to smack him upside the head. It makes me feel a little better.

“Good luck, dude,” Penn offers.

I grumble more expletives at them as I get out. I have a feeling this isn’t going to go well, and having my ass handed to me while hard as a rock does not sound like a good time. I guess I deserve it.

Ten minutes later, I’m stomping back out to the car. My arms are full of stupid shit. I’m carrying three bags of merchandise, a dog bed, a kennel, and a huge fucking bag of kibble that I drop in the parking lot halfway to the car. I sigh when it explodes on the ground and kibble goes spilling out everywhere. Fuck it, the strays can have it.

I don’t say a word as I throw open the back door and toss everything inside where Lafe is sitting, before slamming the door shut and then yanking open the front passenger door and climbing in.

“What is all this?” Lafe asks, pushing all of the the bags off of him so that they fall to the floor at his feet. He eyes a package of dog bones. “Did you talk