in a soft orange glow. He set the food in front of her and said, “I think you’re a watcher, too.”
And she knew what he meant. She was doing good at seeing him. It felt like a compliment.
Quickdraw was quiet for a few moments as he made his own plate.
“Quickdraw? She asked, stirring the butter and cheese into her piping hot potato. “This looks amazing. This is a nice dinner and a lot of effort and you know how everyone had a different love language?”
“I think I heard something about love languages before,” he murmured, eyes dark in the flicker of the firelight.
“Well effort is my love language. I appreciate it. So…thank you very much for making me feel special with this.”
His lips curved up just at the corners with the most handsome smile. “That’s good to know. I think my love language is blow jobs.”
“Ha!” she belted out a single, surprised laugh. “You’re such a guy.”
He chuckled and sat across the table from her with his food. “If I’m honest, I went all out with the cooking for you tonight for a selfish reason.”
“You want sex?”
Quickdraw coughed, and his eyebrows disappeared into his baseball cap. “Good Lord, woman, what? I mean, yes, I would love sex with you, but that’s not what I was talking about.”
Oh. Pity. He looked really good tonight. And smelled good. And could cook. And she liked his deep voice and southern accent and beard and literally every single thing about him.
“Whoops,” she quipped.
“He stared off into the sunset behind the RV park for a few seconds.
Concerned with the blank look in his eyes, she asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinking of stuff that turns me off so I can get rid of my boner.”
She brayed a laugh and, yep, she looked under the table and, yep, that was a monster boner pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“Damn, Annabelle, I was sort of trying to be a gentleman,” he muttered.
Annabelle leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table. “Hey, you said blow job, and that’s not very gentlemanly. And besides, what if all we had was this weekend?”
He canted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“What if you find out something unbecoming about me and all we have is now? Why waste the time we have on being a gentleman?”
And that man seemed to consider it. He cracked his knuckles right in front of his wicked grin, and then smooth as anything, he reached under the table, grabbed her leg behind her knee, stretched her leg out straight, rested her foot right on his dick, and relaxed back again. “You can keep that there for the entirety of this meal if you’d like. We can time how long you keep my dick hard. New tradition. Every night before a big buck, I’ll make you a big dinner, we’ll eat it just us where it’s quiet, and you can fuck with me all you want.”
She lowered her chin and grinned. “That’s more like it. If I accept your proposition, I feel like I will have certain responsibilities.”
“Oh, yeah? I’ll take the bait. What do you think will be expected of you?”
“I’ll be the one to keep you calm before big bucks.”
“Oh, no, I need to fight. I’ll fight any man who even looks at me wrong before a buck.”
“Oh. Okay, so no keeping you calm. Do you need a good fucking before a bucking?”
“I actually love that you have a filthy little mind and mouth on you. And you’re fun.”
“And protective, like you. So maybe don’t start fights with people in front of me, or you’ll have to peel me off them.”
“That would be very bad.”
“Very bad. I would expose all werewolves, and I don’t think the world is quite ready to admit that we exist yet.”
Quickdraw shrugged. “Or it’s long overdue that they did know. If you were ever the one to get werewolves outed to the public? You wouldn’t have to worry about retaliation from the packs.” His eyes flashed with a humbling intensity. “You are safe. You can do anything you want now, Annabelle. You know who is standing at your back, watching everything around you. I would snuff any threat to you out of existence, and guess how much sleep I would lose over the carnage?”
“None,” she guessed around a bite of the venison steak.
“None,” he agreed. “Blood on my hands never bothered me.” Quickdraw looked at his phone. “Three minutes.”
She pressed her toes forward and wished she