fact Curly Sue. But it won’t do any good. He won’t understand — can’t understand — and I’m not ready to lose him yet.
Yet.
The thought chills me and I shudder once again.
As if trying to warm me to my soul, Gun wraps his massive arm around my middle and draws me closer. Bitter tears well in my eyes. I don’t cry. I don’t fucking cry.
But my tears make a liar of me and slip soundlessly out.
I’ll never have this. A man who loves me. Children to love unconditionally. The warmth of a supportive soulmate until I take my dying breath.
I’m destined to be alone.
Every shifter I’ve encountered is in some way a loner. Becoming a part of Luca’s pack will probably be the closest thing to a family I’ll ever get.
His breaths even out with sleep and I let out a garbled sob. Cutie Pie senses my despondency and snuggles closer to me. Despite my joking about the dog, I like him. He knows what it feels like to be left all alone.
But at the end of the day, he’s even luckier than I am.
At the end of the day he’s in Gun’s bed.
Not me.
“Earth to Frankie.”
I blink my eyes open and jerk my head over to Casey. Her arms are crossed over her small chest and she arches a blonde brow up in question.
“What?”
“You were thinking about him , weren’t you?”
My skin heats at the thought of Gun. Every solid muscle. Each crooked grin he’s flashed me. Every single orgasm he drew from me last night. How I slept with him over and over again all night long and once in my truck, all without a condom. The way his back muscles rippled with movement as he made me breakfast this morning.
He’s too beautiful.
And fucking perfect.
And it pisses me off.
“He’s annoying,” I spit out.
Her giggle is cute and infectious. Even she knows that was a lie. “Oh, Frankie. You sure have it bad. Does this mean Luca is free to date?”
I snap my attention to her feigning ignorance yet again. It makes me wonder just how innocent she is behind that disarming schoolgirl smile.
“Luca is off limits. He’s—He’s—He’s… ” I trail off before finding a suitable reason. “He’s too rough for you.”
I’m not going to tell her it’s because she’s a human and he’s a fucking Wolf shifter. Humans and shifters simply don’t mix.
Except Gun and I.
I swallow down the double standard and snatch a rag to go clean some surface — anything to get away from her pouting. This evening, the crowd is starting to pick up and I’m thankful for the reprieve. At least Otis is taking care of Suzie tonight and I can focus on work.
But my thoughts drift to Gun at every free moment.
I’ve worked myself into such a heated frenzy about him that I don’t even hear the door open, letting more patrons in.
A bunch of guys start barking and howling, jerking my attention to the door. Luca and his pack fill the doorway with their massive frames and knowing smirks.
“What?” I demand.
Winston, a Tiger shifter, is the first to speak. “Our girl got it good last night.”
My eyes dart over to Luca in confusion and he shrugs, a smile quirking up one side of his lips. “We’re a pack, remember? We sense when you’re in danger,” he says with a chuckle, “and when you’re in passion. And when you’re sad. And when you’re happy. And Frankie, you were most of those last night. The boys and I felt every orgasm.”
I gape at them in horror. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”
The dumbasses start howling and acting like goddamned lunatics. Tell me I did not just get inducted into the Brainless Horny Idiot pack.
“Lighten up, Frankie,” Luca assures me, “You’ll get used to it. You might even be able to block us from some of that. You’re still fresh meat in our pack so we get to feel everything just like you do.”
My blood boils with rage and I start swatting each motherfucker upside the head with my wet rag. “I. Hate. All. Of. You,” I seethe.
“I was up all night whacking off,” Bob
Yet.
The thought chills me and I shudder once again.
As if trying to warm me to my soul, Gun wraps his massive arm around my middle and draws me closer. Bitter tears well in my eyes. I don’t cry. I don’t fucking cry.
But my tears make a liar of me and slip soundlessly out.
I’ll never have this. A man who loves me. Children to love unconditionally. The warmth of a supportive soulmate until I take my dying breath.
I’m destined to be alone.
Every shifter I’ve encountered is in some way a loner. Becoming a part of Luca’s pack will probably be the closest thing to a family I’ll ever get.
His breaths even out with sleep and I let out a garbled sob. Cutie Pie senses my despondency and snuggles closer to me. Despite my joking about the dog, I like him. He knows what it feels like to be left all alone.
But at the end of the day, he’s even luckier than I am.
At the end of the day he’s in Gun’s bed.
Not me.
“Earth to Frankie.”
I blink my eyes open and jerk my head over to Casey. Her arms are crossed over her small chest and she arches a blonde brow up in question.
“What?”
“You were thinking about him , weren’t you?”
My skin heats at the thought of Gun. Every solid muscle. Each crooked grin he’s flashed me. Every single orgasm he drew from me last night. How I slept with him over and over again all night long and once in my truck, all without a condom. The way his back muscles rippled with movement as he made me breakfast this morning.
He’s too beautiful.
And fucking perfect.
And it pisses me off.
“He’s annoying,” I spit out.
Her giggle is cute and infectious. Even she knows that was a lie. “Oh, Frankie. You sure have it bad. Does this mean Luca is free to date?”
I snap my attention to her feigning ignorance yet again. It makes me wonder just how innocent she is behind that disarming schoolgirl smile.
“Luca is off limits. He’s—He’s—He’s… ” I trail off before finding a suitable reason. “He’s too rough for you.”
I’m not going to tell her it’s because she’s a human and he’s a fucking Wolf shifter. Humans and shifters simply don’t mix.
Except Gun and I.
I swallow down the double standard and snatch a rag to go clean some surface — anything to get away from her pouting. This evening, the crowd is starting to pick up and I’m thankful for the reprieve. At least Otis is taking care of Suzie tonight and I can focus on work.
But my thoughts drift to Gun at every free moment.
I’ve worked myself into such a heated frenzy about him that I don’t even hear the door open, letting more patrons in.
A bunch of guys start barking and howling, jerking my attention to the door. Luca and his pack fill the doorway with their massive frames and knowing smirks.
“What?” I demand.
Winston, a Tiger shifter, is the first to speak. “Our girl got it good last night.”
My eyes dart over to Luca in confusion and he shrugs, a smile quirking up one side of his lips. “We’re a pack, remember? We sense when you’re in danger,” he says with a chuckle, “and when you’re in passion. And when you’re sad. And when you’re happy. And Frankie, you were most of those last night. The boys and I felt every orgasm.”
I gape at them in horror. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”
The dumbasses start howling and acting like goddamned lunatics. Tell me I did not just get inducted into the Brainless Horny Idiot pack.
“Lighten up, Frankie,” Luca assures me, “You’ll get used to it. You might even be able to block us from some of that. You’re still fresh meat in our pack so we get to feel everything just like you do.”
My blood boils with rage and I start swatting each motherfucker upside the head with my wet rag. “I. Hate. All. Of. You,” I seethe.
“I was up all night whacking off,” Bob
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