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"No." He chuffed a laugh. "You don't understand. I've been waiting for you. Now that I've found you, I'd wait forever if that's what it takes."

"Waiting, as in you're still a virgin?"

"No …" He trailed off, and I heard the telltale scraping sound again, of him sliding back up the wall to his feet. "I can't wait that long to pee, though. I'll go see if they have a public bathroom somewhere."

"No, here." I unlatched the bathroom door and pushed it open.

Connor stared at the tattoos on my chest before gazing at my slicked back hair. He whistled. "Wow."

"You're pretty wow, yourself," I said.

He grinned. "You got to see it all when I shifted back. Want to return the favor?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not tonight. I, we, need sleep."

He wiggle-danced on his toes and planted his hands at his fly. "I need to pee first."

I grabbed my clothes and hygiene kit off the toilet lid and returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. A few moments later, I heard water running in the tub. I switched my suit pants for pajama bottoms and hopped into the soft queen bed. Before, I would have sworn I wouldn't have been able to sleep in the same bed with Connor, but he wasn't in bed yet. The longer he took, the more impatient I became.

8

CONNOR

Shit.There was only one bed, and Ben was already in it. I'd wanted to talk to him about the sleeping arrangements, especially after our conversation about consent. I could have shifted and slept on the floor in my wolf form, but I craved stretching out as a human after the day's stressful activity.

"Aren't you ready for bed yet?" Ben sat up and stared at me with a vacant look.

"Are you still asleep?"

He lay down and closed his eyes, patting the bed beside the curve of his ass. "Come on."

"Okay," I said, "but I meant what I said. I won't do anything until you tell me."

"Good," he huffed. "I'm telling you to get in this giant bed and cuddle me so I can sleep."

How could I resist?

Five hours later, I wished I had slept elsewhere. Ben smelled like strawberry shampoo and mint toothpaste. He was tucked so tightly against me that my morning wood slid against his crack with his every move.

He moaned, and I froze. I tried to pull my arm away, but he pulled me against him, leaving no space between his back andmy front. He let my arm drop, and my thumb brushed his pert nipple.

"Fuck, yes." He bucked against me, and I groaned. My cock was so hard and ready to blow after the night's half-remembered erotic dreams.

He clenched his cheeks, squeezing my cock just right. "Oh, Connor."

I dropped my forehead to his shoulder and hung on, gripping him tight as I made a mess in my shorts. I hadn't come so hard since I was a teenager.

"Connor?" Ben's voice was much clearer now, and a little alarmed. "What's … what are we doing?"

"I'm so sorry!" The words came out as a jumble as I rolled toward the open side of the bed to hide my burgeoning knot. Forgetting the peaked ceiling, I knocked my head against the rafter when I tried to sit up. Whining, I rolled the rest of the way off the bed and crawled to the bathroom on all fours.

It was my turn to lock myself inside while I assessed the damage. This was my only pair of shorts, thanks to that thief, Shen. He'd taken my other pair, and I was pretty sure he lifted my wallet from my pants before abandoning us at the motel.

I should have known better. Any friend of Hank's was probably a swindler just like Hank. Well, it served him right. The only money I had on me was from our business account, and I'd almost emptied it with the first-class tickets.

He could probably get that money back from the airline because our last flight had been canceled. I sighed. Even when I tried to screw Hank over, I couldn't win.

Then I remembered the plane Shen had crashed due to his negligence. In the moment, it had been scary as fuck, but now, looking back, Shen would have to explain to Hank how he'd forgotten to refuel. Knowing Shen, he wouldn't mention it.

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