Her eyes flit to me and I don’t miss the way her throat works as she swallows. She stands up and comes to me. “Mr. Dennison, I’m Hailey’s teacher, Brenna Jones.”
I look down at her hand and then back up at her. I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, or the pink blush that creeps up her cheeks. She feels the connection—I’ve always heard that humans don’t feel the pull that we do, but they feel something.
“I’m not their dad.” I turn to Ava and say, “Go get Axl and Butch.”
She shakes her head and lowers her hand, but I grab it. Warmth travels up my arm and my cock gets hard immediately. Hopefully my shirt is hiding it because I don’t want to scare the kids—of course their parents are shifters and nudity is just a part of our life, but that part they don’t need to know about until they’re older, much older. “I’m Slash.”
Fuck, her hand is so small in mine.
When the guys join us, Butch, Brenna and the other lady disappear into the kitchen. A part of me—the primal part, wants me to follow, which pisses me off. I didn’t want to find my mate. It’s some cosmic joke that my mate is tiny, and from the looks of it a goody two shoes. She’s a damn kindergarten teacher.
I feel eyes on me and turn to find my sister, staring at me with a big stupid grin on her face.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl at her and storm out of the house. Ava’s laughter follows me as I slam the door behind me.
“Get up and get out,” I tell Ginger. When I left Butch’s, I let my anger build in regard to finding my mate. I got back to the clubhouse, happy to see Ginger was here. I grabbed her and carried her back to my room.
No matter what she did I couldn’t get hard so I finally called it quits. She climbs out of my bed. “Is it something I did? Do you want me to grab another one of the girls?”
“No, just go.”
She walks out while flipping me off. I use my powers and with a swipe of my fingers the door slams shut and locks. I climb off of the bed and head into my bathroom so I can scrub evidence that Ginger touched me off of me.
I need to go find this girl and I need to make absolutely sure that she’s my mate. Of course deep inside my cat knows the truth and wants to mate her. Once I’m done with my shower I dry off and then get dressed in my normal uniform; a black thermal shirt, worn jeans, black motorcycle boots, and my cut.
I decide to take my truck instead of my bike. Before pulling away from the clubhouse I look up Brenna and see that she lives on the other side of town. On the way there I light a joint, blowing the sweet smoke out the window. This will only get me high for a couple of minutes before I metabolize it.
I pull up in front of a grey Craftsman style home—she’s even got a fucking porch swing. I hop out of my truck and march up to the front door. With my closed fist I pound on the door.
It feels like an eternity before I see her through the window. She opens the door just a crack. “Uh…hey, what are you doing here?”
“I realized I didn’t get to thank you for coming to check on the kids today.” What the fuck was that? God, I’m a fucking idiot.
“Oh well you’re welcome. That must be hard for him to have his wife walk away like that.” She opens the door and leans against the door frame.
“Meow.” I look down and find a grey cat strutting out of the house, even after her mom tries to stop her.
I bend down and scoop up the cat that begins to purr immediately. I scratch behind the cat’s ear swhile openly checking Brenna out. She’s in black leggings, giving me a hint of her legs. Up top she’s wearing a blue thermal shirt. It’s form fitting and I’m able to see she’s got a decent rack—they’re smaller than I like, but I bet they are perky.
Her hair is up in one of those…I don’t know what my sister calls them, a knot or bun, but it shows off her long graceful neck.
I hold out her cat to her, asking, “What’s the cat’s name?”
“M-Marley. She’s my baby.”
The moment she gets close the scent of strawberries hits me and my dick immediately gets hard as a rock. When she’s right in front of me I realize just how tiny she truly is. Brenna comes up to my chest and an overwhelming desire to protect her hits me like a Mack truck.
I lean forward, running my nose against her neck and inhale deeply. The scent of strawberries is so strong my mouth begins to water and my cock threatens to punch a hole through my denim.
Brenna sucks in a breath and then whispers, “D-did you just smell me?”
“I did. You smell like strawberries,” I whisper against her ear. “Come get a drink with me?”
“Y-You want to have a d-drink with me?” She pulls back enough to look up at me. Her face is so close to mine I can feel her breath against my lips. The desire to mark her, to fuck her takes over, but I push it back. This girl isn’t like the club whores who are more than willing to spread their legs for me.
I’m going to have to fucking woo her. “Yeah, baby, I want you to have a drink with me.”
Her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. My teeth ache to bite her, but I use all of my strength to hold still.
“O-Okay, sure. Um…come on in and let me get changed really quick.” She holds open her front door
