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“Drive you out of your mind until you decide to run me off.”

“I was thinking more immediate action, baby.” He reminded
her what they were doing by pressing his hips forward, his cock rubbing along
her palm.

“Ah. Important distinction.” She was fearless, fingers
touching every part of his cock, fingertips nudging his balls on the
downstroke.

Brett went up on tiptoe. “It is. I don’t think about years
from now when we’re like this.” Not that he would ever run her off.

“Mmm.” She was nibbling and biting his shoulders, almost as
tall as he was.

“Come on, baby.” He was challenging her and he knew it. He
was tough, though. He could take it.

“Isn’t that my line?” Her teeth stung him, digging in enough
to burn before she moved in front of him, still in his clothes, her hair piled
up on her head.

“Nope. This is all about showing me what you can do.” He
grinned, meeting her eyes, which flashed a feral gold.

“Is it now?” She licked her lips, hand grabbing his cock
again, firm, sure, unashamed.

His balls drew up, his cock aching. “Oh, baby, I can’t
wait.”

“You have to.” She tugged him over toward the bed and sat.
“I have to improvise. My good hand won’t work.”

She pulled his cock away from his body, toward her lips.

Brett held his breath until she took his cock between her
lips. Soft, hot, wet, her mouth felt heavenly. She licked a lazy circle around
the tip, lapping at the head. When she lifted his balls, rolling the sac in a
slow circle at the base of his cock, he barked out a shout of pleasure.

“Mmm.” Her eyes flashed up at him and she took him in,
swallowing around his prick.

Goddamn. She’d taken up his challenge and then some. He
steadied her when she almost tipped over, careful of her bad arm.

She trusted him too, letting him balance her while she
lapped at him, working his prick as if he was a Popsicle. He moved hard, back
and forth, knowing he was taking his own pleasure in a damn selfish way, but
completely unable to care. She was so damn hot, so giving. So hungry for him,
sucking and rumbling around his cock, one hand working his balls like a master.

She pushed him higher and higher, making him shake. Making
him crazy. “Gonna come, baby.”

Her fingers pushed behind his sac, nails scraping that
sensitive strip of skin. Oh fuck. That was all she wrote. He blew like the
north wind, coming so hard he bit the inside of his cheek.

She was cleaning his prick with her tongue, kissing the
too-sensitive tip when the pleasure eased.

Shaking, he staggered away from her, then around to flop on
the bed next to her. “What do you want, baby?” He wasn’t about to leave her
hanging.

“Touch me.” She pushed closer, and fuck, he could smell how
she needed him. It made him growl.

“I love to touch you.” He put a hand on her belly, fingers
stroking.

“Good.” She settled back, propped that poor arm on a pillow,
her free hand reaching for him.

Sweet woman.” He bent to kiss her mouth before licking a
path to her throat.

Fuck, her lips tasted like him and she smelled heavenly. He
pushed his sweater up, baring her full, pale breasts. She was so tough, but so
soft and warm too. It would never stop fascinating him.

He blew a stream of air over one nipple, watching it perk up
and tighten for him. His mouth started to water and he moaned, tongue flicking
out to taste it. She was cherry bright and perfect.

“Tease.” Her thighs rubbed together, legs sliding.

“I am so not teasing, lady.”

She growled softly, arched and pressed that hard bit of
flesh in his lips. Ah. She needed a firmer touch. Brett bit down just enough to
sting.

That got him the perfect sound—deep and wanton and right,
one of her legs wrapping around his hip. He pinched her other nipple between
thumb and forefinger, giving her more.

“Brett.” He could get used to the sound of his name like
that—all need and growl.

“Mmmhmm.” He could make her so damn happy, could touch her
forever.

One of his hands slipped down, stroking her belly before
unfastening the drawstring at her waist. He pushed under the waistband,
fingertips brushing the curls at the juncture of her legs.

“Please.” Wet and soft, her lips slipped against his
fingers. She wanted him.

“I got you, baby. No worries.” Brett pushed two fingers
inside her, working her good, his hand pressing against the fabric of the
shorts.

He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes dragging along her
body as she rode his hand. Smooth and sleek, strong and fine—Wendy made his
eyes cross.

“You feel so good, baby. So wet. God, I’m glad you came
here, let me find you.”

Her eyes went heavy-lidded and she moved, pushing closer.
“Yeah? No regrets?”

“No. Not a bit.” He pushed the shorts down with his other
hand, her hips smooth and curvy.

As soon as she had the shorts down far enough, she spread,
the gold curls damp and dark with her need.

Brett licked his way down her belly, his chin rubbing a
moment, finding a hot spot.

“Oh. Oh!” She bucked up, the motion pure sex.

He kissed his way down, lips on her lower belly, her scent
making his head swim. He was going to love her into a puddle.

He spread her with his thumb, dropping a kiss to her clit
before dragging his tongue over her, tasting her sweetness. The way she gasped
for him made him want to smile, but he kept at her instead, licking, teasing.

Her sounds came faster, one hand reaching down, tangling in
his hair.

She tugged, making his scalp sting, and he chuffed a laugh.
So demanding. So sure of what she needed.

“Laughing at me.” She was grinning, though, finally at ease
in his goddamn bed.

“Mmmph.” He wasn’t arguing. Wendy was just stunning, no
matter what. He even liked her sense of humor. Liked her laugh, loved the way
she tasted on his tongue.

Pushing deeper he searched for more of her flavor, one
finger sliding into her cunt.

“Yes.” Wendy pushed down, slick walls gripping his finger.
She was so amazing, so in tune with her body. He could just eat her up.

He lapped her clit, moving it faster, harder, and she
started rocking, riding 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.

“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. Asshat.”

“So? Are you knocked up?”

“Out. Get out.” Brett had taken all he could, she could
tell. His voice was barely human.

She hoped to hell she could still be buddies with Shane when
this all fell out, but this was her mate. Her pack, which she really wanted for
the first time in her life, oddly enough. Shane was bitching all the way out
the door and Wendy stood there, watching Brett puff and growl.

Brett came back to her, reaching for her. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You?” God, he smelled good. She shouldn’t be okay.
She should be snarling and bitching.

“I’m just sorry he didn’t understand.” Now that Shane was
gone, Brett was reasonable once more.

“How is he supposed to? One day I’m a committed cop, the next
day I’m…whatever I am.”

“You’re my alpha female, baby.” Brett grinned, the pleasure
in that statement perfectly evident.

“Am I?” She grinned back. “You’d better check with Kayla
before you decide that.”

Not that she and Kayla hadn’t dealt with that shit together.
Kayla was an amazing lady. Wendy liked her.

Snorting, Brett steered her toward the kitchen, where she
knew lay leftover waffles. “I’ve seen Sam. I have a feeling Kayla will be busy
soon. I’m rarely wrong about that stuff.”

“Don’t you have work to do? Strange monsters to put in video
games.” She frowned, chewed her lip. “I…it’s a little weird, love. To be here
and have my things here. You even have my best friend here.”

Weird, but wonderful.

“I don’t want you to feel weird and I can work anytime. I’d
much rather hang out until you feel more comfortable.” He tugged her in, kissed
her hard. “I like having your things here, baby. I like having you here.”

She leaned in, laughing as Mongo pushed between them.

“I even like your mutt.”

“He’s not a mutt.” She leaned down, gave scritches. “His
nose is better than yours.”

“Oh, now.” He tickled her, just making her squeal.

“I’m not knocked up, you know.” They rested together,
laughter fading off.

“You sure about that?” Brett patted her belly. “We could
work on that.”

She chuckled. “I’m all about practicing.”

“Makes perfect and all that.” He fixed them a plate before
bumping hips. “Upstairs?”

“Butthead.” She dragged her finger through the syrup and
licked. Mmm. Yummy. “Upstairs, Mate. Last one gets to lick the other one
clean.”

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