Page 21 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Oh, I’m sure you boys had a great time,” Gwen says. “It’s been such fun, hasn’t it, introducing our packs to one another’s way of life? Sort of like a foreign exchange program for shifters. I’m just glad we have the opportunity to meet you.”

“Us too,” Jack agrees. “And thanks again for having us over. Dinner is delicious.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble,” Richard says. “It’s not every day we have the chance to meet our niece’s intended, and it’s so nice to have a house full of people. We’ve missed having a full table.”

At the word “intended,” I nearly choke on my water. Jack gives me a look, and I clear my throat. “Sorry. Water went down the wrong pipe.”

Jane smirks at me from across the table, and I duck my head down, concentrating on the mountain of meat on my plate.

After dinner, Gwen suggests we all sit down and watch a movie together. She and Richard have a huge collection of DVDs, filled with lots of old movies from the ‘70s and ‘80s. They’re both huge fans of Clint Eastwood, and they’ve got almost every film he’s ever made.

“What’s your favorite Clint Eastwood movie?” Richard asks me as he and Gwen search through the rows of cases.

“Mine’sDirty Harry,” I say, and he grins.

“That’s a good one,” he agrees. “But mine’sThe Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Have you seen it?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“You haven’t?” he gasps, and I shake my head. “Well, we’ll have to fix that. Here, let’s watch this one.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jack says.

Gwen pops the disc in, and she and Richard settle next to Jack on the couch. I take a seat in the chair, and Jane plops down on my lap, throwing her arms around my neck.

“You’re in my seat,” she teases.

“You’re sitting on me,” I tease back, and she laughs.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seenThe Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” she says. “It’s a classic.”

“I’m not really a movie person.”

“Yeah, but it’s Clint Eastwood. How can you not be a fan?”

“Oh, I am. I just haven’t seen this one.”

She shakes her head. “Well, you’re in for a treat. It’s one of his best.”

The movie starts, and I try to pay attention, I really do, but I’m distracted by Jane’s weight in my lap. Every time she moves, I get a whiff of her hair, and it’s driving me crazy. Her scent is so sweet, so intoxicating, and I can’t resist the urge to lean in and inhale.

She shifts in my lap, and I grip her hips, steadying her.

“Sorry,” she whispers, and I grunt in response.

“It’s okay,” I say, and I’m surprised by the gruffness in my voice.

The hem of her skirt is riding up, and if I wasn’t wearing pants, her creamy thighs would be pressing against my bare skin. My cock is rock-hard, and I’m pretty sure she can feel it.

“Are you okay?” she asks, and I nod.

“Yeah,” I say, clearing my throat. “Why?”

“You’re really tense,” she says.

“I’m fine,” I reply, and she arches a brow at me. “Really, I am.”

“Okay,” she says, and she turns her attention back to the TV.

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