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.
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.
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