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That got him the perfect sound—deep and wanton and right, one of her legs wrapping around his hip. He pinched her other nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving her more.
“Brett.” He could get used to the sound of his name like that—all need and growl.
“Mmmhmm.” He could make her so damn happy, could touch her forever.
One of his hands slipped down, stroking her belly before unfastening the drawstring at her waist. He pushed under the waistband, fingertips brushing the curls at the juncture of her legs.
“Please.” Wet and soft, her lips slipped against his fingers. She wanted him.
“I got you, baby. No worries.” Brett pushed two fingers inside her, working her good, his hand pressing against the fabric of the shorts.
He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes dragging along her body as she rode his hand. Smooth and sleek, strong and fine—Wendy made his eyes cross.
“You feel so good, baby. So wet. God, I’m glad you came here, let me find you.”
Her eyes went heavy-lidded and she moved, pushing closer. “Yeah? No regrets?”
“No. Not a bit.” He pushed the shorts down with his other hand, her hips smooth and curvy.
As soon as she had the shorts down far enough, she spread, the gold curls damp and dark with her need.
Brett licked his way down her belly, his chin rubbing a moment, finding a hot spot.
“Oh. Oh!” She bucked up, the motion pure sex.
He kissed his way down, lips on her lower belly, her scent making his head swim. He was going to love her into a puddle.
He spread her with his thumb, dropping a kiss to her clit before dragging his tongue over her, tasting her sweetness. The way she gasped for him made him want to smile, but he kept at her instead, licking, teasing.
Her sounds came faster, one hand reaching down, tangling in his hair.
She tugged, making his scalp sting, and he chuffed a laugh. So demanding. So sure of what she needed.
“Laughing at me.” She was grinning, though, finally at ease in his goddamn bed.
“Mmmph.” He wasn’t arguing. Wendy was just stunning, no matter what. He even liked her sense of humor. Liked her laugh, loved the way she tasted on his tongue.
Pushing deeper he searched for more of her flavor, one finger sliding into her cunt.
“Yes.” Wendy pushed down, slick walls gripping his finger. She was so amazing, so in tune with her body. He could just eat her up.
He lapped her clit, moving it faster, harder, and she started rocking, riding his touch. Her thigh muscles squeezed up around him and he knew she was close. So close.
Come on, baby, he willed. Come on, come for me.
He added a finger, pushing deep as he sucked on her sensitive clit.
She stiffened, fingers gripping his hair tight enough that his scalp tingled. Her shout was pure satisfaction. Her body fluttered around him, her heart pounding as she moaned.
Brett kept at her until she collapsed in a shivering heap. Then he pulled away and automatically checked her arm.
Swollen, but solid, still wrapped tight. He kissed her shoulder.
“You want a sausage biscuit, baby?” He was starving and he knew Kayla would bring food, but he could nuke them some Jimmy Dean. He was starving all of a sudden.
“Absolutely. I’ll take two.” That was his girl—not afraid to eat.
“Cool.” He pulled his clothes back into place on her body, grabbed his jeans and headed for the kitchen.
“It’s a shame to cover that ass up, you know.” Her voice chased him down the stairs.
He grinned. God, he was happy. Now the only hurdle he had to clear was getting her to quit work. Brett had a feeling that would be a hell of a fight.
He couldn’t wait.
Chapter Thirteen
“Wends.” Shane looked at her, stared her down with worried, sad eyes. “I need you, kiddo. We have a break on the Williams’ case.”
“Damn it.” She’d been lazy, healing for damn near a week, with Brett keeping her well fucked, well fed and imminently snuggled.
“I know, right?” He flattened his mouth into a thin line. “The LT has been perfectly clear. Take all the time you need. But I want you back at work. You have a good mind.”
She nodded. “Okay. Okay, yeah. Let me…” Christ. She’d been lazy, spoiled, hanging with Brett, loving on the man.
“Hey, Shane.” When she turned around to go inside, Brett was leaning in the front doorway, arms crossed, looking all lumberjack.
“Afternoon, Brett.” Shane puffed up a little and Wendy sighed.
“I have to run into Boulder for a bit. I’ve been in your hair enough.” She didn’t want to go, damn it. She’d never not wanted to go be a cop. It was fucking bizarre.
“I can take you in, baby. No need to bother Shane.” She could smell Brett, his aggression strong and musky.
“She’s going to work. She’s got a case to handle.”
“Yeah?” One of Brett’s eyebrows went up.
“Yeah. I have a caseload I’ve been neglecting.” Hanging out, being lazy.
“Can we talk about this?”
“What is there to talk about, man?” Shane rumbled and Wendy found herself snarling a little.
“Well, for one thing, she may be your cop partner, but she’s with me. Got it?” Brett seemed to grow an inch, all around.
She knew Shane wasn’t a wolf, but he was sure doing the manly thing.
“I don’t give a shit who she fucks. Never have. It can’t interfere with the job. Cop first, fuck buddy second.”
Things were about to go bad. Really bad. She could hear it deep in Brett’s chest, smell it in the acrid scent of rage. His hands clenched and he stepped forward.
“Hey.” She touched Brett’s arm, vocalizing softly. “Quit being an asshole, Shane. I don’t need this shit from you.”
Shane stared at her. “Wends…”
“I know. I know you have a big break in the case and I’d be happy to consult.” There. God, that was hard.
“What? You’re quitting?”
Was she? Did she want to? She was a cop, not a mother hen. Not a fucking den leader…
Brett smiled, though, not a bit triumphant or ugly, just tickled as shit, and yeah. Yeah, she was quitting.
“Wends? You can’t quit, girl. You can’t. We need you.”
“I’m sorry, Shane.” She was. In a way. She had a whole new purpose in life, which was bizarre, but there it was.
“She’s got a job here. With us.” Brett was almost vibrating, hand on the small of her back.
“Us?” Shane shook his head. “LT was all about that too. What are you, a cult?”
She chuckled. “Because I’m so cultlike. Asshat.”
“So? Are you knocked up?”
“Out. Get out.” Brett had taken all he could, she could tell. His voice was barely human.
She hoped to hell she could still be buddies with Shane when this all fell out, but this was her mate. Her pack, which she really wanted for the first time in her life, oddly enough. Shane was bitching all the way out the door and Wendy stood there, watching Brett puff and growl.
Brett came back to her, reaching for her. “You okay?”
“Yeah. You?” God, he smelled good. She shouldn’t be okay. She should be snarling and bitching.
“I’m just sorry he didn’t understand.” Now that Shane was gone, Brett was reasonable once more.
“How is he supposed to? One day I’m a committed cop, the next day I’m…whatever I am.”
“You’re my alpha female, baby.” Brett grinned, the pleasure in that statement perfectly evident.
“Am I?” She grinned back. “You’d better check with Kayla before you decide that.”
Not that she and Kayla hadn’t dealt with that shit together. Kayla was an amazing lady. Wendy liked her.
Snorting, Brett steered her toward the kitchen, where she knew lay leftover waffles. “I’ve seen Sam. I have a feeling Kay
la will be busy soon. I’m rarely wrong about that stuff.”
“Don’t you have work to do? Strange monsters to put in video games.” She frowned, chewed her lip. “I…it’s a little weird, love. To be here and have my things here. You even have my best friend here.”
Weird, but wonderful.
“I don’t want you to feel weird and I can work anytime. I’d much rather hang out until you feel more comfortable.” He tugged her in, kissed her hard. “I like having your things here, baby. I like having you here.”
She leaned in, laughing as Mongo pushed between them.
“I even like your mutt.”
“He’s not a mutt.” She leaned down, gave scritches. “His nose is better than yours.”
“Oh, now.” He tickled her, just making her squeal.
“I’m not knocked up, you know.” They rested together, laughter fading off.
“You sure about that?” Brett patted her belly. “We could work on that.”
She chuckled. “I’m all about practicing.”
“Makes perfect and all that.” He fixed them a plate before bumping hips. “Upstairs?”
“Butthead.” She dragged her finger through the syrup and licked. Mmm. Yummy. “Upstairs, Mate. Last one gets to lick the other one clean.”
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