“Where’s Isabelle?” he asked Silke, who was at the front desk, looking over the booking schedule with Arlene.
“Evan needed a nap,” his sister said, not looking up from the computer screen. “I told her she can use room two-oh-four since it’s empty.”
“I’ll go check on them.” He took the stairs since it was only one flight up to the second floor, and headed to the room. The door was unlocked, so he padded in quietly.
Isabelle was on the bed watching over Evan as he slumbered. Sensing his presence, she looked up and smiled, then placed a pillow next to Evan as she slid off the bed.
“You’re back,” she whispered.
“And you’re beautiful.” He immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, breathing in her delicious, sweet scent. “How is he?”
“Good, just tuckered out after an exciting afternoon. I gave him a bottle, and he got milk drunk. It was so adorable; you should have seen it.”
“Mm-hmm.” He nuzzled her temple. “Is he sleeping soundly?”
“Yes, I—Ransom!”
He moved quickly, pulling her into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
“What are you doing?” she asked, hands on her hips.
“I missed you,” he stated.
“You were only gone four hours,” she said.
“Uh-huh …” He advanced toward her, maneuvering her right into the shower until her back hit the tiles. “So long ago …” Lifting a hand, he caressed her cheek, moving his fingers lower, down her neck and collarbone, then cupped her breast through her dress.
She let out a gasp and closed her eyes as he rubbed her nipple through the fabric. “Ransom …” The scent of her arousal mixed in with her sweet scent filled his nostrils. “Evan might wake up.”
“Only if you’re noisy.” Moving even closer, he pressed his hips to her, so she could feel his rapidly hardening cock. “Are you going to be noisy?”
She shook her head and arched into him.
“Good girl.” Lifting the hem of her dress to her waist, he yanked down her panties and plunged a finger into her. As he suspected, she was already wet. “Hold onto me … that’s it,” he praised when her hands clung to his shoulders. Unbuttoning his jeans, he pushed them and his boxers low on his hips and took his cock in one hand. Her hips lifted and a leg came around his waist as he slipped into her, smooth as a warm knife through butter. Bending his head down, he suckled at her neck, making her shiver.
“Ransom!” She moaned as he thrust into her. Her grip tightened around him, and he bit his lip to keep from coming right then and there. He wasn’t going to last very long, but they didn’t have much time. Anyone could walk in right then and there, though that added danger did bring a sweet edge to their fucking.
He slammed into her until she was panting with her orgasm. “One more time, princess,” he urged as his free hand cupped her breast and he continued to suck on the soft skin of her neck. She babbled incoherently as he continued to fuck into her, his cock sliding in and out of her easily thanks to her slickness.
“I’m coming,” she whimpered. “Oh God, Ransom, I’m coming!”
Her sweet pussy clamped around him so tight, he thought he was going to pass out, so he let go. His body shuddered with his orgasm, his balls draining until he felt fully spent and empty, groaning into her neck.
He held her up for a few more seconds until he slipped out. Grabbing one of the towels hanging from the rack above them, he cleaned her up, then himself and tucked his softening cock away.
“Really, Ransom?” she said as she pulled up her panties, but he could see the smile she was trying to hide. “You couldn’t wait until tonight?”
“Hmmm, why should I?” His eyes drew down to her plump ass and gave a squeeze, laughing as she yelped. “Besides, I needed you now. And from the way your pretty little pussy squeezed me so hard, you needed it too.”
Another blush swept across her face. “W-we should go check on Evan.”
Thankfully, he was still asleep when they stepped out into the room. Isabelle slipped back onto the bed next to him, and Ransom came to the other side, sitting on the edge of the mattress, content to look at his beautiful mate and pup. His wolf puffed up with pride, and he couldn’t help but feel the same.
A soft knock from the outside shook him out of his thoughts. “I’ll get it,” he said before Isabelle could get up. Padding over to the door, he opened it slowly. “Silke?” The tight smile on his sister’s face told him something had happened. “What’s wrong.”
“She’s back. Joanie, I mean.”
The mention of his mother always made Silke uneasy. Though he knew Joanie had never done anything bad to Silke, his mother never did anything to make her feel loved or at ease. He’d seen it all his life, and one time, he’d even talked to Pops about it. “Ransom,” he had said. “Some people have a finite amount of love. And your mother is one of those people. She has you, and that’s all she needs.” He’d always felt guilty because he thought he was the reason Joanie never warmed up to Silke.
“Where is she?” he asked.
“Back in her cabin. Hawk called me, saw her car pull into the property a while ago.” She paused and bit her lip. “What are you going to tell her?”
He met her emerald gaze head on. “The truth.” Knowing Joanie, he had no doubt she already knew anyway. “I’ll go over there and talk to her now.”
Silke gave him a sympathetic look. “Good luck,” she said before turning on her heel and walking away.
“Yeah.” He was being a fool if he thought he was going to delay this particular confrontation. And he would have
