Blackstone Ranger Guardian - Alicia Montgomery Page 0,54

especially if he might not be in her bed tonight. He and Dutchy were adults, of course, but maybe she didn’t want her maiden aunt’s disapproving eye—or ears—on them.

“Hmm …” She kissed him, then tucked her hand into his arm as they strode up the walkway. Keys in hand, she slipped them into the door and pushed it open. “We should—” She froze and stopped halfway as voices streamed into the front hall. There was a shriek, followed by a low grunt.

“Aunt Angela!” Dutchy grew pale.

Krieger’s bear reared up, ready for any danger. “Stay here!” Pushing Dutchy behind him, he dashed to the kitchen where the sounds were coming from, claws out and ready to pounce. As he burst through the entryway, he stopped short, his brain short-circuited for a moment as it tried to process what he was seeing.

Angela was planted on the counter, head thrown back as a large, hulking man stood between her knees, pants down to his ankles, furiously pumping away as the female shrieked in what sounded like ecstasy and delight.

“Krieger!” Dutchy ran, stopping right behind him. “Is she okay—holy moly!”

Dutchy’s exclamation caught the lovers’ attention, and Angela’s vocalizations halted as her gaze dropped to them. “D-Dutchy! Y-You’re home.” Needless to say, her face turned redder than a tomato.

“Aunt Angela, what the—” Dutchy gasped when the man between her aunt’s legs turned his head, revealing none other than The Den’s owner himself. “Tim?”

Though he’d only met the polar bear shifter a few times, Krieger would have described him as stoic and unflappable. At this moment, however, the look of pure surprise on his face was incredibly comical. “Aww, fuck,” he cursed as he bent down to pull his pants up. “Uh … this ain’t … I’m not …” Securing his belt, he turned to face them. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

Angela gulped a lungful of air as she pushed her skirt down, then slipped off the counter. “Uh, how was your day, darling?”

Dutchy buried her face in her palms. “I need a moment here.” Turning on her heel, she walked out the door.

Krieger shifted uncomfortably. “So …” None of them could meet each other’s eyes. “I’ll … go check on Dutchy.”

He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Dutchy was pacing across the carpet, mumbling to herself. “You okay?”

“Oh God, I’m going to be scarred for life.”

He frowned, trying to figure out what would be appropriate to say at this moment.

“I mean,” she stopped and then scratched at her head. “Angela’s an adult, free to do what she wants. It’s just kinda … surprising. He’s not at all the type of guy that I pictured with her. Not that I think he’s not good enough. Though she’s my aunt and the sweetest person in the world, and no one’s good enough for her. However, I’m pretty sure they’d only ever met the night of the party, and that was the day before yesterday, and now they’re doing the nasty on the kitchen counter.” She continued her pacing.

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off.

“Good for her, though. I’m not shaming her for having some fun, if that’s what she wants. But he better not hurt her or take advantage of her. Of course, we all know Tim, and he’d cut his own hand before he hurt any woman, so there’s that.” Striding over to him, she patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks so much.”

“Thanks? For what?”

“For working that out with me. You’ve been a great help.”

God, she was so adorable and beautiful like this. Of course, he couldn’t blame her if she was having a mini stroke; he was going to be scarred for life, too, and he would never unsee the sight of Tim Grimes’s hairy ass thrusting away like a piston. He’d never be able to walk into The Den again and meet him in the eye. Might have to tell Damon to find another place to hang out.

“Dutchy?” Angela entered the living room, clothes and hair in place, her hands wringing together. “I-I’m sorry you had to see that.” Her complexion had yet to return to its normal color. “We, uh, weren’t expecting you.”

I bet, Krieger thought to himself. “We didn’t tell you when we left the other night,” he said instead. “Apologies, ma’am, if we caused you any worries.”

Angela smiled warmly at him. “I knew she was in safe hands.”

“And so were you, it seems like,” Dutchy guffawed, giving her aunt a hip bump and