Page 33 of Property of Prowler
Prowler growled.
A rumble she felt in her bones.
When their lips finally parted, they were both left panting.
“You’re mine, Taylor,” he growled in a voice that didn’t seem to belong to him. “Do you hear me? You’re mine.”
Too dumbfounded to speak, she nodded. Prowler felt different somehow. Everything about him seemed, well, different is the only word to come to mind. His voice, his posture, his … eyes. Yes, even his eyes—the way he looked at her was new.
Taylor marked it down to the kiss and the date creating a giddy atmosphere. Their relationship was changing, so of course she’d see it through a different lens. She kept pushing the doubts down. She wanted to believe his declaration without hesitation. It wasn’t easy, not with her history, but she would try.
With an extra spring in her step, she headed for the door. “Hurry up, I don’t want to miss the opening band. You’re going to love Radio Cowboy.”
Once outside, Prowler handed her a helmet as he waved across the street. “Keep your eyes open, Kansas.”
Following his line of sight, she could barely make out one of his brothers in the shadows by the front of his house. Prowler must have better than 20/20 vision to see that far.
Or he’s a wolf, and shifters are real.
That was another thing she pushed aside, trying to puzzle out the mystery Cass planted in her head. Just for the night. There would be time enough for that later.
As she donned her helmet, she faintly heard. “Will do,Riley.” That was the first time she’d ever heard any of them use his name. It was usually Prez this and Prowler that. Never Riley.
Her suspicions were confirmed when Prowler’s response was issued. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Worth it, Prez. Totally worth it. You kids have fun tonight.”
It finally registered in her brain the drawn-out, feminine way he’d saidRiley.
“Oh my god.” She slapped Prowler’s shoulder as he mounted the bike in front of her. “He heard me.”
Embarrassment shot through her even before Prowler confirmed her suspicion.
“Don’t worry, babe. He’ll pay for it.” He fired up the engine and tapped his helmet, opening the comm since the bike was too loud to shout over. “No one gets to have any of you but me. That includes your cries of pleasure.”
So much was wrong with that statement, but at the same time, so much was right with it too.
“How …” was all she could manage. She’d known she was loud, but that loud? That seemed like quite a stretch even for her vocal range.
“He’s a natural with excellent hearing even in sk—from far away.”
A natural what? A natural at hearing? That made no sense. And far away had not been what he had started to say. Taylor would bet money on it.
Her mind was turning over the last week, even as she told herself to leave it alone for the night. All the little things that had her questioning, well, everything. From Cass’s suspicions about her dad, to Travis coming at her at work the way he did, to Prowler’syou’re mineproclamation.
She was going to have to sit down with a bottle of wine and her thoughts. Get them all together and see what picture the broader strokes made, other than Prowler’s a wolf, and Travis was plotting something bad. She was also going to have to call Terry and find out what Travis had on him that caused him to sell her out to the pathetic excuse of a man they shared DNA with.
Prowler parked a block away from the venue, but the music was already pulsing and soothing her soul. Hopping off the bike, she handed her helmet to Prowler and started power walking toward the entrance.
“Come on, they’ve already started.”
“Damn, already so demanding.” He looked at his wrist where a watch should be.
“Twenty minutes into being mine,” he said with humor, and he caught up to her, wrapping his strong arms around her. He’d pushed up his sleeves and some ink was showing.
“So sexy,” she said as she ran her hand along his forearm that was still wrapped around her waist as they approached the security guy.
“Yes, you fucking are.” He kissed the side of her head before releasing her and grabbing his wallet.
