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MISSY POV "I need coffee, I need clothes... Well, we need a ride," Larry mutters, and I roll my eyes at his pissiness. "I forgot I had the truck, okay. Geez," I mumble and Hank laughs. "Boyd, is that distracting, huh?" he says, and I blush red as the memories of last night fill my mind. "Shut up," I say, and Hank only laughs louder. Larry joins in after a few seconds and I know I am forgiven. Larry can't hold back from laughter for too long. He is just too happy a guy to hold a grudge. I smile at him in the mirror and then my mind jumps back to the sale. My stress about today's prices has consumed me since I woke up cradled against Boyd's chest. I want everything to go perfectly. I want the best steer for the lowest price and I want our partnership with Gray Ranch sealed. I want Boyd to respect me as a woman and as a business partner.... Shit! I forgot to take my medication. Spending the night in the truck and then rushing back to the hotel to get ready really screwed up my
BOYD POV I smile as I look down at the blonde sleeping in my arms. Last night, after making her scream my name again, I put the horses back into the round pen, and we had crawled into the backseat of her truck to talk. She had explained her insecurities about not feeling like she was enough growing up and I had given her all the details about my failed mating. I honestly don't remember which one of us fell asleep first, but I hope it wasn't me. I don't want her to think she bored me. I had been captivated by every word, but the exhaustion from sex and stress hit me hard. "Hey Cowgirl, the sale starts soon," I say as I attempt to brush her wild hair back away from her face. Her eyes slowly crack open and I smile when she realizes she is on top of me. "Morning... Sorry. I drooled on you," she says as she gets off me and wipes her mouth. I shake my head so she knows I don't care about the drool on my bare chest. I love knowing she felt comfortable sleeping on me. "I am g
MIKE POV My phone chimes again and I stop bouncing my son just long enough to slide the annoying piece of technology out of my pocket. I need to silence it because Parker just drifted off to sleep ten minutes ago and I refuse to spend another three hours standing here bouncing him.For some reason, my son only falls asleep fast when his mother puts him to bed, but with me, it takes hours. I unlock the home screen so I can silence my phone only to get distracted by what made it chime in the first place.Stan- You might want to check on Boyd.Stan- Something is up with him.. He said he is coming home and his phone is going to voicemail.Stan- Mike, Boyd might be in trouble. I smirk as I read the last text.Boyd's in trouble all right, but it isn't the kind of trouble we have come to expect.Mike- Relax. He is having lady problems that's all. Now stop texting me, because if you wake up Parker I am kicking your human ass. I send the text, mute my phone, and throw it in the rockin
MISSY POV"Go after him," Hank says in a low voice as I stare open-mouthed at the door that Boyd just stomped through. "What? Why did he leave like that? Is he mad," I ask before it dawns on me that I just said I would be staying in Davidson no matter what. Boyd and I didn't declare ourselves to each other last night, but I felt the connection. I felt his walls come down. He gave a part of himself to me, and then I undersold what happened between us to calm Larry down. "Shit, yeah okay," I say before I snatch the truck keys out of Larry's hand. I grab my boots and run from the room.I don't know how our relationship will unfold, but I do know I don't want it to end after one night. Maybe we could make a long-distance thing work for a while. We could see if we are actually good together, past just the physical, then I could talk to him about joining Davidson. I know a wolf's allegiance is rarely broken and I am not his mate. His inner animal will feel more connected to his home than
BOYD POV"We would like to go to bed now," someone says as loud knocks wake me from a deep sleep. "Shit! Shit! Get up. It's Larry and Hank. We fell asleep," Missy says as she scrambles from the bed and begins to pull on her discarded clothes. I sit up, still a little groggy, and follow her lead with a tired smirk on my face. I see no reason to rush. I'm not embarrassed by what we did. I am happy and satisfied, but I understand her panic. She is a human and these are her packmates. She is their boss within their pack. She probably thinks sleeping with me while they are traveling for pack business looks bad, but shifters can find their mates at any moment. We know sex can happen and we aren't shy about our packmates knowing about it. "Calm down. It will be okay," I say as I pull on my jeans. She shoots me a "are-you-crazy," kind of look and I chuckle. I pick up what's left of my shirt and smile. I don't care about it getting destroyed. I would rip all my shirts if it means I
MISSY POV I gasp as burning desire passes over my skin again. Everywhere that Boyd touches feels as if he is lighting my skin on fire. His big, rough hands against my flesh are absolute heaven, and I can't seem to catch my breath. "Beautiful," Boyd practically growls and I literally shiver with happiness before smiling at him. I can clearly see that his eyes are a blaze with desire for me as he looks over my body, but hearing him say it is so reassuring. "I wish I could see," I whisper and his eyes snap to mine before he rips his shirt from his body as if it were made of paper. "Whatever you desire, Missy. It is yours," he says in a gravely voice before his hand slides up my stomach to palm my breast again. A loud moan breaks past my lips and he smirks before kissing me. I reach for his pants and undo the button, but just before I can push down his zipper, his lips break from mine, and he hisses in pain. He leans away from me and tucks his injured arm back against his body








