Page 41 of Nanny For Biker Wolf Daddy

“I agree. How was your ride?”

“It was good for the most part,” he said.

“For the most part?”

“We were about halfway up Raton Pass when we noticed that we were being followed. It seemed that the Silver Fangs decided that they were going to act like some kind of thug street gang. They said that we were riding in their territory. Then, their leader, a fool who goes by the name Blackjack, swung at Sebastian.”

“I imagine that didn’t turn out so well.”

“No. Sebastian never even threw a punch. He ducked, and then swept the man’s legs out from under him, and then pinned him to the ground.”

“Oooh, not good for the ego,” Savvy said.

“No. I imagine that we haven’t seen the last of them. The others bowed up like they wanted to fight, but decided that the odds were against them. They gave us a cheesy warning like watch your back or something stupid like that.”

“So, they are twelve, huh?”

“Something like that,” Rory said. “I made a stop on the way home. I ordered a couple of motorcycles for Drake and Cat.”

“Uh-oh,” she said. “I guess I’d better call my friend and have her make a ton of that healing salve.”

“The bikes are small and they don’t go very fast. They’ll have helmets, elbow and knee pads, and little boots to protect them. They can’t get hurt too badly.”

Savvy giggled and shook her head. “They’re children. Besides, look at me. I’m slow and low to the ground. I’ve tripped over air and banged myself up pretty good.”

There was something about her smile and sparkling blue eyes that drew him in.

“You are just so damned adorable,” he said.

“Aw, shucks. Thank you,” she said, making a heart-shaped sign with her hands under her face. “I practice in the mirror.”

He grinned. The chemistry between the two of them was thick.

Just then, the dragonfly flew off of Savvy’s shoulder and buzzed right by his ear. He watched the beautiful insect head out of the library.

“I hope she doesn’t get stuck in the house and starve to death.” He paused. “You know, I don’t remember seeing dragonflies in the area before,” Rory said.

“Maybe you haven’t looked in the right places,” Savvy suggested. “You know, dragonflies and bats are great to have around. Dragonflies eat up to a hundred mosquitoes a day. Bats will eat up to a thousand of them bloodsucking pests.”

“Maybe I should put up some bat houses and whatever attracts dragonflies,” Rory said.

“That sounds like a terrific idea,” she said. “I, for one, am not a fan of mosquitoes.”

“I don’t think anyone is except for dragonflies and bats,” he said.

She grinned. Her smile seemed to light up the room. He looked at her, stretched out on the couch, wearing a long, white T-shirt and what he figured was a pair of shorts. Rory remembered spreading those legs, bending them at the knees, and then pushing the knees to her chest while her silky walls massaged his shaft.

He groaned as he felt himself start to harden at the thought. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him as though she knew what he was thinking.

She folded her book and stood up. “Those young’uns are going to be up early. I better get some rest.”

Savvy touched his arm when she left and flashed him another grin. “Sweet dreams.”

The pressure in his pants increased, and he watched her ass twitch as she walked out the door. He wanted so badly to go after her, throw her down on her bed, and bury himself deep inside of her.

Cold shower, big boy. Hands off the nanny.

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