Seducing The Wolf - By Marisa Chenery Page 0,2

more than just her brother, Billie stuck out her hand. "I'm Billie York, and this drunken sot over here is my brother Hayes." Reluctantly, he took her hand. When his large hand closed over hers, Billie felt a jolt of awareness zip through her body.

"I'm Royce Larrsson. Billie is it?"

"It's short for Wilhelmina."

"Nice to meet you, Billie. If you have things under control, I'll leave you to get your brother home."

Not wanting to let him get away that quickly, Billie turned to look at Hayes. He had gotten off the bar stool and now stood none too steadily on his feet watching them. Hayes was a big man, just a few inches shorter than Royce in height and just as muscled. Billie was strong, but she knew if Hayes took a header while she was helping him to the car there would be nothing she could do to stop him from pulling her down with him.

"Actually, if you don't mind, could you help me get Hayes out to the car? You look as if you're strong enough to sling him over your shoulder if it comes to it."

That way she could keep Royce around her for a little while longer. She didn't want him to leave until she tested the waters a little bit more. She wasn't the type of girl to just sit back and let the man come to her. If she met a man she liked, and he didn't seem to be moving fast enough for her liking, Billie had no problem taking matters into her own hands to let him know what she wanted, literally and metaphorically speaking. Sometimes her forwardness paid off, and sometimes it didn't, but she was willing to take that chance with Royce. The longer he stood beside her the more her body stood up and took notice.

Hayes snorted. "I'm not being hauled to my car over anybody's shoulder. I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own thank you very much."

Billie held her breath as Royce looked from her to her brother. He seemed reluctant to agree at first. It wasn't until Hayes tried to walk by her and ended up pushing her into Royce did he give a slight nod of his head in agreement. His arms wrapped around her waist as he steadied her against his larger body. Billie felt all the air rush out of her lungs in a whoosh as her hands came to rest on his hard chest. She could feel every inch of his well muscled body pressed against her own. Like quicksilver, desire rushed through her, making her nipples pebble beneath her sweat top. But what really had her almost panting was the feel of Royce's fully aroused cock nestled against her stomach.

Feeling as if all the moisture had left her mouth, Billie swallowed and lifted her head to look up at Royce. For a split second she could have sworn his eyes were glowing, but then it was gone before her brain could fully register that it had actually happened.

Royce's nostrils flared slightly as he leaned into her and took a deep breath in before he quickly released her. "I'll help you with your brother, then I have to leave."

A scowl settled into place on Billie's face as she watched Royce take Hayes by the arm and walk away as he headed for the club's entrance. She had to wonder what that was all about. She knew Royce was attracted to her, the hard-on he sported was still slightly noticeable by the bulge in his pants. But now he was acting as if she had the plague and he couldn't get away from her fast enough.

Following Royce out to the parking lot, Billie directed him over to where Hayes' car was parked. She unlocked the passenger door and held it open as Royce shoved Hayes into the car. Billie quickly slammed the door shut on her brother. She ignored Hayes as he yelled at her to watch what she was doing.

Billie knew she had the element of surprise on her side. Before Royce could walk away, Billie slammed her body into his, backed him up against the side of the car and kept pushing until he was practically lying on the trunk. With her fingers threaded through Royce's hair, she pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him for all she was worth.

"Not the car, Billie. I just had it washed," Hayes yelled through the closed window.

She waved Hayes' complaint away with a