Chapter 9 Dishonesty Is Important in a RelationshipSeconds ticked by, and Ian didn't move.“Ian,” I whispered, and reached out, gently pushing his hair back from his clammy forehead. I laid my hand against his neck. He had a pulse, and the relief of that nearly bowled me over. Of course, of course I'd have known if he was dead — the bond would have snapped, and possibly taken me out in the backlash. But it took me a minute to remember that, and to start to think clearly.And see clearly. At that moment, I saw Ian in a way I'd never seen him before. He was always wary, often scowling, constantly primed for action. Now he was more vulnerable than I could have imagined him: the thin skin around his eyes shadowed purple from exhaustion, the stubble on his cheeks and chin dark and rough against his waxy skin, his lips parted a little, mouth slack.I wanted to stroke his forehead again. I wanted to cradle his head in my lap and cry. I wanted him to wake up and hug me and tell me it was a
Chapter 10 Kiss It BetterIt felt like a long time before the shower shut off. I was drifting, the tears dribbling out of my eyes burning hot, and the puddles of saltwater in my ears and along my collarbones ice cold. It was even longer before the door opened, letting out a massive cloud of pine-scented steam.“Nate, look, I — what the fuck?” Heavy footsteps thudded across the room, vibrating the bed through the floorboards.I didn't even have the strength to move my eyeballs, let alone my head, so I glanced up at him with my peripheral vision alone. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest bare and gleaming with a few rivulets of water. Fuck, but his shoulders were big. And both of my hands would barely have wrapped around one of his biceps.Then he dropped the towel. My heartrate accelerated, ramping up from sleepy-slow to painful in two seconds. The jolt of adrenaline made my stomach lurch and my head pound, but it didn't give me any more energy, somehow.“What,” I gasp
Chapter 11 Getting the Last Word“Don't move,” I warned him. “I mean it.”Ian narrowed his eyes at me, but that glare didn't have quite as much of an effect when I was sitting on his hips with both of us totally naked.Strike that. It had at least as much of an effect, but it was different from the usual. I wasn't pissed, and I wasn't afraid. I wanted. I wanted to win this round, which was petty as hell, but even worse, I wanted him. Luckily I'd come so hard I wasn't nearly ready to get another erection, so I could pretend for a minute that he was the only one so worked up he could hardly think. Unless he could interpret the sound of my pounding heart. Hopefully he'd mistake it for anger.I kept eye contact as I shifted backwards, sliding down his thighs. He swallowed hard enough that I heard his throat click, and his body tensed under me. Carefully settling between his legs, I smoothed my hands up his thighs, tracing the rigid muscles there. His skin was still a little damp, from t
Chapter 12 Hope for the Best, But…“Look, this stuff isn't going to work,” I said for the millionth time.Maybe only the fifth or sixth time. But still. Ian and Matthew were both leveling identical glowers at me, their brows furrowed and their arms crossed over their broad chests. I turned a laugh into a cough, and they frowned in unison. I choked down another laugh and leaned back against the kitchen table of the pack house, taking a load off, since it looked like we'd be here arguing for a bit. My ass ached, and the boots I'd found in the pack house's hall closet to cover my stolen super-socks didn't fit quite right. I needed the boots, though, if only to keep Ian from ripping the socks off my feet. He’d actually growled when he saw them on me that morning.I was finally caffeinated enough to deal with it, though. Ian and I had slept all night tangled up in each other's arms, and he'd slipped out of bed at the crack of dawn, taken a shower, and set a hot cup of coffee down beside
Chapter 13 Out on the Town“I’m not actually a bad driver.” I jumped, startled out of my funk, as Ian spoke for the first time since we’d gotten in the car — I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Ten minutes ago.“What?”Ian pressed his lips together, hit the gas so hard I jolted back in my seat, and shifted gears with a force that would have cracked the shifter in a car that wasn’t as sturdily built as this one. Figured that Ian would have some muscle-car nightmare. He’d probably restored it himself, since he had more time than money.“You’re white-knuckling your seatbelt,” he said. “You don’t need to. I drive just fine. Matt drives like someone’s grandma. I mean, he drives a hybrid.” There was enough contempt dripping from that last word to qualify him for a bit part in a BBC costume drama.I started to laugh, and then I pictured Ian in a waistcoat and my brain shorted out for a minute.“Hello? Nate? Anybody home?” he asked irritably. I came back to reality again, a little dist
Chapter 14 On the RunI wiggled my hips, trying to hoist myself a little higher on Ian’s back. “Sorry, I keep slipping,” I muttered.“At least you stopped telling me to mush,” Ian shot back.“Only because I believed you when you said you’d drop me.”Ian snorted and tightened his grip around my thighs. It had taken all of half an hour of fighting our way through thorny bushes and tall weeds and mud, and more mud, before he’d rolled his eyes, stopped, and leaned over so I could climb on — and another thirty seconds before I pissed him off. But hey, in my defense? I honestly wasn’t trying to be a jackass. I thought maybe what we needed in this situation was a little humor, so sue me.Note to self: alphas had no sense of humor about dog jokes. To be fair, I probably should have been able to work that one out on my own.“You still not getting any signal?” he asked.I pressed the button on the side of Ian’s phone, where I had it awkwardly poised in my left hand. My right arm was wrapped a
Chapter 15 Out of the Frying Pan…“A cocktail lounge?” Whatever I’d been expecting when I stepped through Dor’s door, it wasn’t booths upholstered in blood-red velveteen, a long polished-wood bar, and a small stage set with a microphone and a chair. I would’ve just called it a bar — I mean, I didn’t have any pretentions to being Frank Sinatra — except that Ruby’s Cocktail Lounge was written on the wall over the bar in loopy gold script. “Seriously? And where are we?”The place was empty, as you’d think it would be in the middle of a Tuesday, with curtains pulled back from the front windows to let in natural light. But it had a seedy vibe all the same, like the ghosts of all the dicks sucked in the corners of the room were haunting the place even when the bar, sorry, lounge, was closed and the drunks were at work nursing their hangovers.Ian’s grip loosened a little, but he didn’t let me go or move from my side so much as an inch. “Kind of cliché, isn’t it? You know. The red velvet,
Chapter 16 …Plan for the WorstCharlie’s studio apartment was surprisingly dusty and plain for belonging to the same guy who thought red velvet and gold script were tasteful. At least it had a functioning bathroom, because the second I woke up, sprawled inelegantly across a faded old futon, I needed to get rid of about a gallon of coffee. The bathroom was obvious, so I staggered in there, took care of business, and staggered back out.Ian rolled over with a groan as I approached. They’d left him on the floor.I wasn’t sure if I was more annoyed or amused by that, but either way, I bit my tongue. He had a dust bunny stuck to his ear and his eyes weren’t quite focused. Poor guy didn’t need me laughing at him on top of it.Openly, anyway. I was definitely laughing on the inside.“Hey,” I said, crouching down next to him. “You okay?” Dor’s magical whammy seemed to have hit Ian harder than it hit me. I was fine, now that my bladder wasn’t about to explode.Ian blinked at me and sat up, b