Sold To The Werewolf: A Wolf Shifter Biker Romantic Suspense by Summer Cooper Page B

Charlie. The boy might be young but he was sensible and he’d matured a lot with his illness. Charlie often shocked her with his wisdom and she wondered how much of that was just Charlie and how much was the trauma of the last year.
    Jane realized then she’d almost made up her mind. Her parents’ deaths and Charlie’s illness had taught her one thing, at least. You’re never promised tomorrow and life was meant for living. Not running away from it.

11
    “ J ane ! Jane wake up! Zare’s here! We’re going home!” Charlie bounced on Jane’s bed the next morning in happiness but Jane had spent a restless night and buried her head under the covers.
    “Go back to bed, child. Sissy needs her beauty rest.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow.
    “No, come on. Let’s pack and go home. Hurry!” Charlie tickled Jane’s ribs and she couldn’t resist him anymore.
    She pulled the boy to her and hugged him close.
    “You’re a terror, do you know that?” She kissed his head as she spoke, covering his face until he giggled and pulled away.
    “I know but I want to go home now, Jane. It’s nice enough here but I miss Zare and Louisiana. I want to go home.” He settled in her arms and looked up at the ceiling.
    “That’s what you really want?” She inquired, suddenly serious.
    “Yes. When I get better I want to explore the swamp and learn to go out crawfishing, and to paint. I want to learn to paint the Bayou and the wildlife. And I want to do all of that with you and Zare.” He looked into his sister’s eyes, so like his own, and smiled sadly at her. “And you need Zare, Jane. He makes you smile so much. You haven’t smiled like you smile when he’s around since we left Louisiana. You need to smile like that more often and only Zare can do that.”
    Jane thought about his words for a moment then pushed him away.
    “Alright then, sport, go get your things packed. Let me get dressed and then we’ll get ready to go home.”
    Jane talked with Zare and they made plans to leave. They left the house around midday after Jane called the landlord and they packed up the cars. Zare promised her car would be brought back to Louisiana, along with the things she wanted to bring back that were too big or bulky to get on the plane. Then they were on the plane, speeding back to their home. Jane hoped it was the beginning of a new life. One that would have to be hidden for a little while but hopefully not for long. She needed more than a hidden life and Charlie deserved more than that. Looking over at Zare she hoped he kept his promise to keep them safe.
    Jane fell asleep on the plane, somehow slept through Zare carrying her out of the plane and to the car, through the car ride home, and then into the house stealthily. It was late and the house was quiet. Jane only woke up when she felt Zare letting her down onto the bed. Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him close, the sensation of his body pressed to hers far too tempting.
    “No, you need to be sure about that, Jane. You’re still asleep.” He murmured the words against her ear, his voice shaking as he spoke.
    “No, stay.” She urged, wrapping her legs around his waist as she moved her head to capture his lips.
    She felt him relax against her body as her tongue prodded his lips and her hands pulled at the buttoned shirt he wore. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to feel his skin and when she found his warm flesh she moaned into his now open mouth. Their tongues tangled as he pressed into her, making her crave him even more.
    With a sudden fierceness Zare moved, pulling her pants away as he slid his hand between her thighs, needing to touch her, to be inside of her even if it was only his fingers that got that privilege. They moved together as his fingers fucked her, his tongue teasing hers in a copycat rhythm of his fingers buried in her hot depths.
    Jane broke away, her panting breaths now evident as she begged for more. Zare moved away