Cougar's Luck (Pacific Northwest Cougars Book 2) by Moxie North Page A

before they completed their bond.
    His mission was simple, license, Elvis, fucking. His goals were clear and no one was going to delay him in getting what he wanted while fulfilling his mate’s wishes.
    Grabbing the purple bag, he turned towards the assembled group.
    “Russell, Grace, goodnight.” Giving the group a head nod then turning towards the door.
    Layla caught her sister giving her two thumbs up as she balanced her kid against her chest. William stuck his tongue out and Micah still looked befuddled.
    In a flash they were out the door. Looking around, Everett realized he didn’t drive here.
    “Over there, the red Mercedes.” Layla pointed to the car parked in the back.
    “Wow, that’s a chick’s car,” Everett remarked, striding towards it.
    “She’s beautiful, I love her. Her name is Sabrina and she loves me back,” Layla sniffed at him.
    “Well, who wouldn’t,” he remarked like it was obvious.
    Well, damn, he was too cute for words. Layla felt safe and happy being carried around by her mate. She wondered if she could convince him to always carry her. It would cut down on the wear and tear on her shoes. Those babies weren’t cheap.
    Layla dug into her purse and found her keys, beeping the locks. Everett didn’t even put her down to open the door. He maneuvered enough to grab the handle and pull it open. He set her gently into the seat, then pulled the seatbelt across her and buckled her in.
    Raising and eyebrow at him, he just smiled and held out his hand. She gave him the keys and he shut her door, walking around to the driver’s side.
    He got in, adjusted all her mirrors and her seat. She should be pissed, but it just wasn’t manifesting. It’s like her bitch meter was broken or something.
    “You know, I don’t just let anyone drive my car.”
    “The valets drive your car,” he guessed.
    “Sure, but them I know. They know if they even get a scratch on my baby I’ll scratch their eyes out.”
    “Shifters?” he asked.
    “Not all of them, the same punishment regardless,” she explained.
    “The Duchess will have their heads huh?” he laughed.
    “They will roll,” she said seriously. This for some reason was hysterically funny to Everett. His laughter was infectious. She started giggling then was holding her stomach as the tears rolled down her face.
    The next few hours involved Layla and Everett making out at the county clerk’s office while waiting for their license. Making out on the steps in front of the Marriage License Bureau. Making out in the parking lot of a fast food joint after Layla convinced him to stop for burgers. Then a quick drive over to a sweet little chapel with an in-house Elvis.
    They opted for the deluxe package that included a keepsake bouquet, music of their choice, and four pictures commemorating the event. They chose the traditional vows deciding they would speak their own later.
    They were so wrapped up in their own happiness, they both failed to notice the silver sedan that had been following them from Layla’s house.

Chapter 18
    A fter the ceremony and a kiss that even had Elvis saying, “Whoa baby,” Layla made a few calls and was swiping the card through the lock on the honeymoon suite at a hotel down the strip from The Platinum. Everett was biting and nibbling on her neck. When the green light flashed, Layla found herself scooped up into Everett’s arms.
    “We got married before consummating our relationship. I’m not going to skip carrying you over the threshold,” he explained.
    “Whatever floats your boat, baby,” she said with a laugh.
    “You float my boat, Duchess.”
    Damn that was nice to hear, she thought.
    Walking into the room, Everett burst out laughing. The room was one giant space complete with a king size bed covered in rose petals. There was a giant bouquet of Mylar balloons in the corner with Congratulations! And Newlywed! on them. A bucket of champagne was chilling on the table along with a heart shaped box of what could