He nodded. He’d definitely be paying the sheriff a visit. “If he did, he’d better pray the sheriff gets to him first. Understand?” She nodded, her shoulders relaxing in what looked suspiciously like relief. He cupped her cheek, his chest rumbling happily when she nuzzled into his hand. “I have to do my yoga before we go, and I’m thinking we could both use a shower. What would you like to eat?”
She tilted her head. “Yoga?” Her lips twitched. She looked both amused and intrigued.
This wouldn’t be the first time someone teased him over the yoga he did every day. “Don’t. Please. It helps more than you know.” If it wasn’t for the peaceful meditations he did each day, he probably would have killed someone by now.
“Does it hurt? I’ve seen some of the positions people get into and it looks massively uncomfy.”
He smiled, relieved. She wasn’t going to give him shit. “Not once you’re used to it, no. It’s a nice, slow stretch that helps to center me.”
She nodded. “Yoga, huh? That explains your truly epic ass.” She tilted her head and tried to sneak a peek.
He felt himself blushing. No one had ever called his ass epic before.
“Can I watch?”
He’d have felt more comfortable about it before the comment about his ass. “Sure.
Just do me a favor and keep quiet, especially after I put my music on, okay?”
She looked intrigued. “Sure. But afterwards I want bacon.”
He’d talk to Anderson once he got to the hospital. She might not want to give him the details on Gary, but he bet the Puma would be more than happy to fill him in.
“Not sausage?” He pointed to his groin and waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled. “Alex!”
“Fine.” He stood up and tugged her out of the bed. “Yoga, shower, then food.”
“Then work.”
He grinned. “You going to do some ink on me?”
She stumbled. One finger traced the Ursa Major stars on his lower back. “What kind?”
The heat in her voice had him nearly growling with need. “You’ll see.”
“I should hope so if I’m going to be tattooing you.” She settled back, ready to watch him stretch.
He unpacked his iPod and plugged it in, selecting the music he’d learned put him in the best frame of mind for his meditation. He settled into the routine, ignoring her start of surprise at his choice of music. Granted, not many of his friends were familiar with Loreena McKennitt, but the Celtic music soothed him, the woman’s voice and style calming the beast in him.
“Damn. Just…damn. I’m going to like mornings with you. Naked yoga doesn’t sound nearly so skuzzy now.”
He felt his cheeks flush again and glared at her. The lust on her face was making this difficult. Triangle pose was a real bitch with a hard-on. “Tabby,” he growled, moving to Proud Warrior, arms outstretched, legs wide, his weight evenly balanced between his straight back leg and his bent front one. His erection bobbed between his legs, shooting the calm he was aiming for all to hell.
“Sorry.” She headed into the bathroom to presumably take care of business. Once she was out of sight, he was able to concentrate on the movements of his body, allowing his muscles and mind to ease into his day. He slipped into the final pose, legs crossed, hands resting on knees, his eyes closed. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body. His slow breath cleansed his mind. He felt invigorated and completely at peace.
“You finally done, Gandhi? I have bacon to hunt down.”
He opened one eye. “You’re going to be a serious pain in my ass about this, aren’t you?”
She leaned against the doorjamb and smirked at him, showing fang. “What part of hungry carnivore did you not get?”
He shook his head and stood up. “Fine. You’re hungry and I smell bad. Shower first, remember?”
She waltzed into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush. She started to brush her teeth.
His stomach rumbled. Suddenly he was ravenous. “You know what? Hurry up, I want my strawberry pancakes.”
She made a face. “Ew.”
“What’s wrong with strawberries?”
“Real strawberries? Nothing. That syrupy crap they put on pancakes? Blech.” She shuddered delicately and handed him his toothbrush. “Here. You can join me in the shower when you’re done.”
“I can? Really? May I borrow my shampoo while I’m at it?”
She chuckled and stepped under the spray. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
He grinned and brushed his teeth. He stepped into the shower a few minutes later and thanked God he’d decided to stay in a nice hotel. No tiny little shower stall in this place. It had a full-size tub.
And that meant he could have some fun with his wet, naked mate.
Tabby squeaked when a large set of paws landed on her ass. “Behave, Alex.”
“Since when am I Alex?”
She was wondering when he’d ask that. She was the only one who called him that other than his brother. “Since I decided there was no way I could moan “Bunny”
while you’re fucking me.
His lips quivered. “Why, thank you, ma’am.” He leered down at her, his soapy palm skating across her nipple. “I aim to please.”
She tilted her head and decided to keep playing. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm before letting them go. “And these are
His hand stopped. His chin dropped down onto her shoulder. The leer had turned into a wide grin. “That’s because he smells something delicious.” He grabbed hold of her hand and dragged it back to his hard flesh. “Have I mentioned he loves to be petted?”
She curled her hand around his shaft, but refused to be coaxed closer to the head of his cock. “Are you sure it’s safe? He’s drooling an awful lot. Has he had his shots?”
She giggled madly when he picked her up and pinned her against the wall.
“Drooling?” He palmed her thighs, spreading her wide. She didn’t fight him. She wanted this just as much as he did. She wrapped her legs around his waist, let her heels rest on the top of his truly amazing ass. “I’ll show you drooling, you little witch.”
She wasn’t afraid of him. How could she be? He was smiling down at her, his hazel eyes gleaming with laughter and something else, something it was too soon to put a name to. At the most, she was willing to call it affection. It was a good start, one they could build on.
An even better start was when he began to kiss her, the minty taste of his toothpaste mingling with his own heady flavor. His palm slid down her body. His fingers paused at her nipple ring, twisted it until she was gasping into his mouth.
Tabby tightened her legs and tilted her hips, an invitation he accepted. His hand wandered south again, curled around her pussy until his fingers were stroking her clit in easy circles. He slid his cock between the wet folds of her pussy, teased her until she was damn near ready to beg. “Alex?”
“Tell me you want me.”
She gulped. His eyes were bleeding to brown, his fangs descending. The mark on her neck throbbed in time with her clit. “I want you, Alex.”
The head of his cock slid home, stretching her wide. His lips brushed against hers, kept them in an almost- there kiss. He ignored her attempts to deepen it, to bring him into her mouth the way he’d entered her body. He rocked them together with lazy motions, their gazes locked together. It was a coupling completely unlike what they’d done the night before. Last night had been about staking a primal claim on each other.
This was…something else. Something she hadn’t known was possible. The hurried fucking she’d done with
