Page 34 of His Cowboy Heart

“Fuck,” Flynn moaned as he took over and moved his hand on his own. Unfortunately, he placed it on my stomach instead of my aching dick. “Hold that thought, baby,” he said. “They’re here.”

I was so turned on that I couldn’t make sense of his words. I didn’t want to hold that thought. “Damn it, touch me,” I demanded.

Instead of covering my dick with his hand, he slid it up my body until it was gently wrapped around my throat. I turned my head just in time for him to slant his mouth over mine. I kissed him hungrily. He was in complete control of me, of my body, and I loved it. I’d always bottomed, so I was used to men sometimes getting rougher than I would have liked, but nothing about Flynn’s grip on my throat scared me. Even with his other arm wrapped tightly enough around my waist to pull me back until his own dick was pressed against my ass, it wasn’t enough.

“I’ll make it worth the wait,” Flynn promised after tearing his mouth from mine. His hold on my body eased bit by bit, bringing me back from the edge slowly. I was panting by the time Flynn removed his hand from my throat. If I’d had more oxygen in my lungs, I would have told him nothing could be worth waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to me. Instead, I had to settle for him still keeping his arm around my waist as he fished through his bag with the other hand. When he produced a pair of binoculars, I suddenly remembered what he’d said just seconds earlier.

They’re here.

They.

Who the fuck wastheyand what part of their anatomy did I need to rip from their body to get rid of them so Flynn could finish what he’d started?

ChapterEleven

FLYNN

“Oh my God,”Jules whispered, his eyes glued to the binoculars. “They’re so beautiful.”

Thankfully, that meant he couldn’t see my smile of satisfaction. Moments earlier, he’d been so tense that I was certain he was going to lay into me for both starting and stopping the passionate encounter. I hadn’t planned for things to get out of hand or to even get started when we’d reached the spot I’d picked out for us to sit. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized my mistake with the seating arrangements until Jules’s slim body had been pressed against mine. I’d managed to remain in control up until Jules had brought up the men who’d fucked him in the past. At that point, I’d snapped. The need to prove to him and myself that he was mine had been too powerful to keep under wraps.

Luckily, I’d maintained a shred of sanity and remembered the reason I’d brought Jules to the very spot we were sitting in now. I was glad I’d managed it because watching his reactions to what he was seeing was worth the hard-on that would likely leave permanent zipper marks imprinted on my dick.

Jules gasped and then removed the binoculars so he could shoot me a look of disbelief. I wasn’t surprised when he quickly snapped his head back around and began searching out his quarry through the lenses.

“Five,” he said in a hushed voice. “Five babies.”

“Pups,” I responded.

I was rewarded with a soft slap to my ribs. I chuckled. “Okay, I’ll postpone the ‘how to talk western style’ lesson. The father is the black one and the mother is the white one.”

“I thought wolves were gray or brown.”

“Timber wolves usually are but every once in a while, you’ll see a black or white one. I’ve never seen a black and white alpha pair before.”

Jules kept his voice low but there was no missing the wonderment he was experiencing. I knew the feeling well, but today it wasn’t because of the wolves. I could still smell the perfume on him. Between his soft, smooth skin and the mixture of his natural scent and the perfume, I couldn’t stop touching him. Jules might have thought I was whispering into his ear as I talked about the wolves, but the gorgeous creatures had absolutely nothing to do with it.

“Is it just them or are there more wolves? I thought they moved in packs.”

“They do. The alpha pair are the male and female leaders and they’re usually the only ones who mate in the pack. The rest of the wolves are scattered around that ridge. They tend to sleep during the day. The pack protects the alphas and their pups.”

Jules jerked his head around, smacking me in the chin. “Are we safe? I mean, can’t they smell us or something, even from that far away?”

“We’re safe. We’re downwind of them. BJ will let us know if any of them are nearby. I have this”—I lifted the rifle slightly—“just in case.”

“You don’t shoot them, do you? Like hunt them?”

Seconds earlier he’d been concerned for our safety, but now Jules was looking at me accusingly. I couldn’t help but brush a soft kiss over his frowning lips.

“No. Even though timber wolves are no longer a protected species, Curtis doesn’t allow hunting them on his land and since he owns most of it up here, they’re safe. One of my jobs is to make sure none of them get too close to the ranch, so I monitor their hunting patterns. There’s enough wild game in this area that they’ve got no reason to go after any of the livestock on the ranch. Since humans are pretty much their only predator, they avoid them at all costs.”

Jules nodded in approval. Instead of turning back around, though, his eyes dropped to my lips. My entire body instantly reacted.

To a mere look.

I could feel Jules trembling. Since he was wearing my coat, I doubted he was cold.

With his eyes still on my mouth, Jules asked, “Is it true wolves mate for life?”

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