I spent the first half of this holiday weekend working my butt off. Now I'm sitting and, well, working. I'm sore, sunburned, I have a broken toe (again, same toe), and behind, but here's y'all go.
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Jonah was very concerned with the survival of the Mexican gray wolf. Very. So much that he'd turned tracker and conservationist. He liked it even better now that radio collars were a thing of the past and the tiny chips were in. Radio collars could get an animal killed.
The wolf was in glorious shape, too -- healthy and solid, coat beautiful. Someone was keeping him well-fed.
Hell, someone was probably not too far away, considering that the little bastard had gone after people food. That steak had been almost perfect, too. Just seared on the outside.
Jonah grinned, making soothing noises deep in his throat. "Hush now, buddy. I won't keep you much longer. It's in my best interest for you to be running around free. It's good for me if people are used to wolves, huh?"
The wolf howled, straining at the cage, big body pushing hard.
"Goodnight, he does make a lot of noise." He'd know that voice anywhere, deep and husky, low and pure sensuality. Mariposa -- the curvy, amazing artist from the next plot over.
"He does. He's a glorious specimen, though. How are you, lady?" She made him want to howl. She smelled so damned good, and she had this mouth...
"I'm good. I've been out of town, at a craft show. Sold a lot of pieces. Came home and heard the ruckus and had to see what my favorite neighbor was up to." She smiled at him and sashayed closer, letting him smell her. She smelled of cinnamon and spice, of dark coffee and wild flowers. She was wearing a gauzy dress with nothing underneath, and a huge turquoise necklace that rested against her tanned skin.
Jonah's cock firmed right up, his nose working overtime. There was something lovely and untamed about her. Something he wanted.
"How've you been?" Her fingers trailed up along his chest, teasing.
"Good. Good. I just caught him today at lunch. Have you seen him around?"
Her eyes glanced down at the wolf, and she smiled. "I have. I see him a lot. I feed him. He's always hungry."
"I wondered. He seemed a little domestic. Tried to steal my steak." He put a hand over hers, holding it to his chest.
"He is a little thief." She chuckled. "Just like Jesus, si? Steals little bites."
Ah. Jesus -- her... boyfriend? Husband? Something.
Jonah took a step back. "So, where is Jesus?"
"On a wander. I think his nose got him in trouble again." She winked, smiled. "We have an... understanding, Jesus and I. Sometimes a woman needs and her mate is... unavailable."
Huh. He liked the sound of that, but some little voice told him it was too easy. Too good. "Yeah? You needing?"
"I am. It's been a long few days." She was liquid sex.
"Yeah?" He managed not to reach for her. Barely. "Tell me more."
"Lots of sun, tequila, wind. Lots of grabby old men and bitchy women, and I'm home.
"I like tequila." He laughed. She was just impossible to resist. She really was. He moved close again, reaching out to play with her hair.
"Mmmhmm." She stepped closer, her heavy breasts warm against his chest. "What else do you like, guapo?"
"I like how you look in that dress." His finger slid down the curl he held to land on the top swell of one breast.
"Yes?" Her nipple went hard, went tight for him. Begged for him.
"Mmmhmm. I like how you look naked in your camp shower, too." Not that he looked. That would be wrong.
"Do you? Have you been peeking?" Her breast pressed into his hand.
"I might have noticed while I was out tracking migration patterns." He squeezed a tiny bit.
She hummed for him, the sound oddly feral.
He lowered his voice, which seemed silly, but damned if the wolf didn't look to be listening. "I might have seen you and your man dancing naked, too."
"Mmm. He is lovely, isn't he? Dark and lean..."
"He is." They both were. He'd wanted, watched, but never been at a place where he could touch.
"You should have come to play."
Oh.
Oh, damn.
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61 pages / 11400 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-050-3
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Jonah is tracking Mexican wolves in the New Mexico desert when he meets Mariposa and Jesus. He thinks they're an amazingly hot couple, but thanks to tricky genetics he never suspects that they might be the same kind of wolf enthusiast he is. When he captures a wolf for tagging, though, Jonah learns that his new neighbors might have a lot more to them than just high sex-appeal. Can he convince gun-shy Mari that he has a lot to offer her and her mate?
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Author's Note: Heat level: 5 Flames ;-)
Jonah was very concerned with the survival of the Mexican gray wolf. Very. So much that he'd turned tracker and conservationist. He liked it even better now that radio collars were a thing of the past and the tiny chips were in. Radio collars could get an animal killed.
The wolf was in glorious shape, too -- healthy and solid, coat beautiful. Someone was keeping him well-fed.
Hell, someone was probably not too far away, considering that the little bastard had gone after people food. That steak had been almost perfect, too. Just seared on the outside.
Jonah grinned, making soothing noises deep in his throat. "Hush now, buddy. I won't keep you much longer. It's in my best interest for you to be running around free. It's good for me if people are used to wolves, huh?"
The wolf howled, straining at the cage, big body pushing hard.
"Goodnight, he does make a lot of noise." He'd know that voice anywhere, deep and husky, low and pure sensuality. Mariposa -- the curvy, amazing artist from the next plot over.
"He does. He's a glorious specimen, though. How are you, lady?" She made him want to howl. She smelled so damned good, and she had this mouth...
"I'm good. I've been out of town, at a craft show. Sold a lot of pieces. Came home and heard the ruckus and had to see what my favorite neighbor was up to." She smiled at him and sashayed closer, letting him smell her. She smelled of cinnamon and spice, of dark coffee and wild flowers. She was wearing a gauzy dress with nothing underneath, and a huge turquoise necklace that rested against her tanned skin.
Jonah's cock firmed right up, his nose working overtime. There was something lovely and untamed about her. Something he wanted.
"How've you been?" Her fingers trailed up along his chest, teasing.
"Good. Good. I just caught him today at lunch. Have you seen him around?"
Her eyes glanced down at the wolf, and she smiled. "I have. I see him a lot. I feed him. He's always hungry."
"I wondered. He seemed a little domestic. Tried to steal my steak." He put a hand over hers, holding it to his chest.
"He is a little thief." She chuckled. "Just like Jesus, si? Steals little bites."
Ah. Jesus -- her... boyfriend? Husband? Something.
Jonah took a step back. "So, where is Jesus?"
"On a wander. I think his nose got him in trouble again." She winked, smiled. "We have an... understanding, Jesus and I. Sometimes a woman needs and her mate is... unavailable."
Huh. He liked the sound of that, but some little voice told him it was too easy. Too good. "Yeah? You needing?"
"I am. It's been a long few days." She was liquid sex.
"Yeah?" He managed not to reach for her. Barely. "Tell me more."
"Lots of sun, tequila, wind. Lots of grabby old men and bitchy women, and I'm home.
"I like tequila." He laughed. She was just impossible to resist. She really was. He moved close again, reaching out to play with her hair.
"Mmmhmm." She stepped closer, her heavy breasts warm against his chest. "What else do you like, guapo?"
"I like how you look in that dress." His finger slid down the curl he held to land on the top swell of one breast.
"Yes?" Her nipple went hard, went tight for him. Begged for him.
"Mmmhmm. I like how you look naked in your camp shower, too." Not that he looked. That would be wrong.
"Do you? Have you been peeking?" Her breast pressed into his hand.
"I might have noticed while I was out tracking migration patterns." He squeezed a tiny bit.
She hummed for him, the sound oddly feral.
He lowered his voice, which seemed silly, but damned if the wolf didn't look to be listening. "I might have seen you and your man dancing naked, too."
"Mmm. He is lovely, isn't he? Dark and lean..."
"He is." They both were. He'd wanted, watched, but never been at a place where he could touch.
"You should have come to play."
Oh.
Oh, damn.
1 comment:
Well this looks like a fun little romp.
ARGH sorry about your toe :((((
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