Page 13 of Memphis Heat
“Why would cops…”
Regan raised one eyebrow.“You gonna tell anyone you’ve just seen two werewolf packs rip each other to shreds?”
“Fuck no.”He stared at her pensively.“They… did something to us.Turned us, didn’t they?”
She nodded.“Pretty sure I remember looking down at my paws right before I passed out.”
Yeah, that was the part he was trying to avoid.“Who the hell would I tell?”He looked around the room again, the pieces coming together, despite the way he wished they wouldn’t.“We’d end up… here.”
She tossed him the towel.“Water’s hot.Helps get your head wrapped around being upright again.”
The towel was damp, and it smelled like her.Wasn’t the first time he’d noticed her scent.She always smelled sweet and pungent, like fresh flowers, and something more.Something decidedly her.He buried his face in the towel and pulled in a deep breath.He’d noticed, but not like this.Not like his whole body was alive with the smell.His cock rose to full attention, and he realized belatedly he was standing there naked.Not that he cared all that much.A lot of things that used to matter didn’t seem so important now.“Damn, you smell good.”
“Good thing one of us does.You smell like wet, muddy dog.”
Butch wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the bathroom.He stopped in the doorway.“Where’d you find those sweats?I’m going to need something to put on after…”
Regan’s expression had gone feral.Lord, he’d had no idea the woman could strip that fast.And how the hell had she managed to get that close without him hearing her move?“We’ll worry about clothes later.”
“Yeah?”He swallowed hard.“You sure about that?”
She shoved at his shoulders, as if to knock him backwards out of the doorway.“Anyone ever told you, you have a gorgeous body, Butch?”
“Yeah, in the showers at Camp Pendleton, right before I broke his face.”
Regan’s laugh was low and sexy.“Well, I’m not a guy, and somehow I don’t think you’re gonna break my face.Be a shame.”She tugged on the towel, and it dropped to the floor.“A hard-on like that would be a terrible thing to waste.”
Damn it, there were rules.“I’m your training officer.”
“I noticed.”
She nipped the point of his chin, and he stifled a groan.“I’m not allowed --”
“To use your position and power to influence me?”
Her bare breasts raked his chest, and his cock slapped his belly.“Something like that.”
“I don’t recall anything in the rookie handbook about werewolves.I think this kind of changes all the rules.”She sprang at him like a cat, and he had to catch her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, or let her slide down, far lower than he wanted her to go.
His cock smashed between them, the head pinned against what felt like an inferno.“God, you’re hot.”He lifted her ass a little higher, rubbing that delicious heat against the ridge of his cock head, moving slowly, his hips flexing to drag himself over her wet folds.“Are you trying to take advantage of me?”
“I might be.But you still stink.”She lowered her face to bump his head to the side, pointing him at the shower.“That way.Unless you want to put me down.I can walk.”
“This is a lot more fun.”
Butch hefted Regan up a little and walked them both the few feet to the walk-in shower.Somewhere between the sick malaise of waking up and the tip of his cock centered on his partner’s pussy, his equilibrium had managed to level out just fine.In fact, he couldn’t remember ever feeling better.He felt stronger, more alive than he had in years.“What a rush.I haven’t felt like this since I got out of boot camp.”
Regan laughed against his neck as she nibbled her way down.“Like fucking a woman in the shower?”
“Like I could do one-handed handstands again, or run twenty-five miles without getting winded.Or fuck the most beautiful woman God ever put on this earth for hours.Maybe all three at once.”
If he’d called her beautiful a week ago, Regan would have argued with him, even though she’d wanted him to hit on her.Near-death experiences had that effect on her.Now she grinned, flashing sharp, white teeth at him.“Put me down.You need your hands free.”
To prove her point, she ground her nipples against his chest.The soft scrape of skin on skin sent shivers down his spine.He let her slide down to the shower floor, taking his time, enjoying the slow travel of heat everywhere their bodies touched.She turned to get the water, dragging her ass across his cock, and a groan escaped, despite his best attempt to hold it in.“Oh, fuck me,” he muttered.“I am so fucking fucked.”
“Eloquent,” Regan managed, sputtering with laughter.“That’s pretty damned near poetic, for a Marine.”
“Woman, do you have any idea how hard I’ve been, trying not to stare at that ass for the last three months?”
