Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,64

to her?”

“Yeah, sort of,” I deflect.

Penn frowns. “What does that mean? And you didn’t answer Lafe. What is all this shit?” he asks, eyeing the kennel.

“I don’t know, man!” I say, throwing up my arms. “One second, I’m trying to apologize and shit, and the next thing I know, she’s selling me chew toys and a fucking muzzle.”

Penn’s lips twitch. “But...we don’t have any pets,” he points out unhelpfully.

“I know! It was her tits. Her tits looked fucking awesome in that uniform. And she was still pissed at me, so she kept cutting me off. Wouldn’t let me talk. And then she just started selling me shit. Just kept piling it in my hands. Every time she bent over to pick something else up, I bought that shit too, because her ass also looked awesome. I couldn’t stop it, man. It happened so fast. She said if I was gonna act like a dog, I might as well have the merchandise for it.”

Lafe and Penn start howling with laughter.

“Shut the fuck up! I’d like to see one of you assholes try,” I grumble. “She wouldn’t listen to me. And she has a massive advantage with that uniform. Her suspenders stretched right over her nipples, for fuck’s sake. They were hard the whole time.”

“Obviously something else was hard, too,” Lafe laughs at my expense.

I try to adjust myself in my pants again, but it’s no use. I might as well have a fucking steel rod shoved down my pants. When she bent over that first time, I almost came right then and there.

Still laughing, Penn looks back at Lafe. “Alright, Lafe. You’re up. She likes you.”

But Lafe shakes his head. “No fucking way. I’m not fixing this for you. You guys were the assholes here, not me. You go in. Besides, if you’re forced to buy stuff from her too, it won’t make you go broke, Mister Money Bags. If I go in, she’ll probably sell me a stallion or some shit. And she’ll still be mad at you guys, so it’ll solve nothing. We should all go in together.”

Penn taps his hand against the steering wheel like he’s trying to gear himself up. “Okay, good point. We all go in then? United front.”

I quickly nod. “We should’ve done that from the start.”

Penn points at us, his face completely serious now. “No matter how great her tits and ass look, do not let her trick us into buying anymore shit.”

Lafe and I nod solemnly. Her body is a real problem.

We follow him out of the car, making our way across the parking lot. Kibble crunches under our shoes as we walk, and Lafe has to contain a snicker. “Glad you think it’s so funny.”

“I’m just thoroughly enjoying that our ducking mate just handed you your pred ass.” He looks way too happy about it.

Penn leads the way while Lafe and I follow behind. The door jingles when he swings it open, and we all pass through inside. The shop is small, but packed full of pet supplies, and smells assault us, mostly from the dog food and all the fish tanks. I’m embarrassed to admit that my coyote takes a longing look at the jerky strips by the counter.

“Addie, we need to talk—” Penn’s words cut off because we round the corner of the aisle and find that she’s bending over, her cute little ass pointed right at us.

She yelps and turns around, her hands flying to her butt as she yanks down her skirt. “Don’t sneak up on me!”

She might’ve fixed her skirt so it’s no longer riding up, but the damage has been done. She definitely wasn’t bending over that far while I was in here earlier. I probably would’ve bought the whole damn store if she had been.

“Are you...wearing panties that say, ‘Come here for a howling good time?’” Lafe asks, looking like this is the happiest moment of his life.

She blushes about ten shades of red and starts busying herself with hanging up more collars, looking anywhere but at us.

“Pretty sure that’s a coyote pun, babe,” Lafe says, looking downright giddy. “Is that a signal that you want us back?”

Her eyes flash to him. She has her hair braided, so her rainbow strands are mixing together with the blonde like an ice cream swirl. My coyote reminds me that he wants to lick her.

“Nope,” she says, crossing her arms. “Coyotes aren’t the only shifters that howl. In fact, I’ve heard that wolves do it better. I think