Serial Love: Saints Protection & Investigation by Maryann Jordan Page A
Authors: Maryann Jordan
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t-shirt that had also seen better days showcased her breasts. Her makeup-free face, porcelain complexion, and blue eyes completed the picture he had been unable to forget for weeks. For a second he faltered, Do I take this chance? Then he saw the fire in her eyes and knew exactly what he wanted.
Unable to hold back the grin, he stalked toward her grabbing her hand as he walked by, turning her so that she had to follow him. Across the room. Down the stairs. To the porch.
Chapter 9
A s Bethany allowed herself to be led to the porch, she had missed that he had two long-neck beers in the other hand, one of which he gave to her after she plopped down in the chair. Her thoughts whirled once again, which seemed to be her normal state of mind when he was around. She had never been around an alpha before, always considering caveman behavior to be boorish. After all, she was a modern woman. So why do I need to clench my legs together to quell the desire for him to take me? Or want him to kiss me until the thoughts stop flying at me?
Finding no answer to the questions in her mind, she stayed in the chair, crossed her legs…tightly…and then took a long drink from her beer. Looking up, she saw him smiling at her, as though he knew everything she was thinking. Damn!
Jack settled into a chair after moving it to a slight angle. He wanted to enjoy the view—both the evening sky and the woman sitting near him. Finding his dick was already answering the call of the wild, he shifted in his seat, searching for a more comfortable position.
After a few minutes of quiet, the crickets and bullfrogs mixed with the distant sounds of families settling their children for the night, she asked the question that she had already discerned the answer to. “You have this place watched, don’t you?”
He looked over, seeing her calm face. No more anger, but the tension rolled off of her.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Isn’t that illegal?” she bit out.
He glanced at her, his eyebrow lifted and answered with nothing more than a cocky grin.
“I see.” She paused, recognizing that whatever world he functioned in, playing by the rules did not seem to matter. “You don’t consider those cameras to be an invasion of privacy?” her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Nope.”
Her gaze darted to his as she was unable to hide the incredulous expression on her face. “Nope? Nope?” she asked, her wide eyes locked onto his.
He twisted in his chair to face her as he answered, “First time I saw you, I knew you were special. Anyone who’d come crashing into the midst of a group of men with weapons to save your grandmother was someone I wanted to know. Then, I’m not ashamed to admit, when your body was held against mine, I felt something and I’m not just talking about my dick wanting to know you as well.”
At this, her blue eyes grew even wider, but her only reaction was to take another drink of her beer.
“I came over here and saw how you and Ann lived. Saw how you work to keep something for your grandmother alive even though her mind can’t really process it now.” At this he saw those blue eyes that he had been staring into blink rapidly holding back the immediate reaction of tears, so he plunged on.
“I looked into this place when I bought my property three years ago, knew a widow owned it, but never knew you had come along to take over. But after meeting the two of you and acknowledging what I felt, I gave you the bracelet for her because I wanted to take something off of your plate, even if it was worry. And I also knew that two women living alone, running a business where a constant change of strangers practically camp right outside where you sleep, put you at a daily risk. So I had a few cameras installed just so we could keep an eye out. You may want to rail and protest, but doll, today proved that it was the right move.”
“You could have asked,” she bit out.
“Would you have accepted?” he bit back.
Pursing her lips in
Unable to hold back the grin, he stalked toward her grabbing her hand as he walked by, turning her so that she had to follow him. Across the room. Down the stairs. To the porch.
Chapter 9
A s Bethany allowed herself to be led to the porch, she had missed that he had two long-neck beers in the other hand, one of which he gave to her after she plopped down in the chair. Her thoughts whirled once again, which seemed to be her normal state of mind when he was around. She had never been around an alpha before, always considering caveman behavior to be boorish. After all, she was a modern woman. So why do I need to clench my legs together to quell the desire for him to take me? Or want him to kiss me until the thoughts stop flying at me?
Finding no answer to the questions in her mind, she stayed in the chair, crossed her legs…tightly…and then took a long drink from her beer. Looking up, she saw him smiling at her, as though he knew everything she was thinking. Damn!
Jack settled into a chair after moving it to a slight angle. He wanted to enjoy the view—both the evening sky and the woman sitting near him. Finding his dick was already answering the call of the wild, he shifted in his seat, searching for a more comfortable position.
After a few minutes of quiet, the crickets and bullfrogs mixed with the distant sounds of families settling their children for the night, she asked the question that she had already discerned the answer to. “You have this place watched, don’t you?”
He looked over, seeing her calm face. No more anger, but the tension rolled off of her.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Isn’t that illegal?” she bit out.
He glanced at her, his eyebrow lifted and answered with nothing more than a cocky grin.
“I see.” She paused, recognizing that whatever world he functioned in, playing by the rules did not seem to matter. “You don’t consider those cameras to be an invasion of privacy?” her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Nope.”
Her gaze darted to his as she was unable to hide the incredulous expression on her face. “Nope? Nope?” she asked, her wide eyes locked onto his.
He twisted in his chair to face her as he answered, “First time I saw you, I knew you were special. Anyone who’d come crashing into the midst of a group of men with weapons to save your grandmother was someone I wanted to know. Then, I’m not ashamed to admit, when your body was held against mine, I felt something and I’m not just talking about my dick wanting to know you as well.”
At this, her blue eyes grew even wider, but her only reaction was to take another drink of her beer.
“I came over here and saw how you and Ann lived. Saw how you work to keep something for your grandmother alive even though her mind can’t really process it now.” At this he saw those blue eyes that he had been staring into blink rapidly holding back the immediate reaction of tears, so he plunged on.
“I looked into this place when I bought my property three years ago, knew a widow owned it, but never knew you had come along to take over. But after meeting the two of you and acknowledging what I felt, I gave you the bracelet for her because I wanted to take something off of your plate, even if it was worry. And I also knew that two women living alone, running a business where a constant change of strangers practically camp right outside where you sleep, put you at a daily risk. So I had a few cameras installed just so we could keep an eye out. You may want to rail and protest, but doll, today proved that it was the right move.”
“You could have asked,” she bit out.
“Would you have accepted?” he bit back.
Pursing her lips in
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