Page 19 of Memphis Heat
“Only because I didn’t want you thinking I was an asshole.All I really wanted to do was tell her to go fuck herself.”
Regan sat back up, gripping his head between her hands and tilting his face up to hers.“I know what kind of man you are, Butch.You’re the kind of man I want, and I will not let you go.No matter what.We’re in this together.”
Then she kissed him.He gripped her ass with bruising pressure, urging her to move faster.Regan might have started the whole foray, but Butch took over now, obviously impatient with her slow, steady grind.He flipped them, nearly taking them both to the floor because the damned hospital bed was so fucking narrow.Somehow, he managed to keep them on the mattress and then began a driving rhythm that left Regan breathless.
If he was going to shift, she sensed it would be now.She had to keep him talking.Had to keep him focused.“I love the way you fuck me, Butch.Love the way your body moves in me.You feel so good…”
“Damn right I do.”His laughter was more like a yip, but human eyes still looked down at her.“You want every day, I can do every day.Twice a day, even.Maybe more.I feel like I could fuck you forever.Nothing has ever felt as right as my cock feels right now.”
“That’s because you’re mine.And I’ll go all wolfy on any woman who tries to say otherwise.”
“Mine,” he repeated, though whether it was in agreement, she didn’t care to figure out right now.“My woman.My mate.”He kissed her until she couldn’t catch her breath, and fucked her until she thought she’d never get him out of her.Which was perfectly fine with her.She loved the way his body molded with hers, the way his muscles felt under her fingers.
She loved every single thing about Butch.She even loved it when people referred to them as Butch and Sundance because it meant they thought of them as a team, though she’d never admit that part to a soul.His lovemaking only enhanced the idea they were a pair.A team.An Alpha and his mate.
Regan’s orgasm overtook her with the force of a tidal wave.She screamed as she rode the waves higher and higher, trusting Butch to catch her.His own hoarse cry filled the room as he found his release deep inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, needing to keep every drop of his seed inside her.She wanted his scent, his brand on her.Needed it.Craved it.
“Mine!”they cried out, together.
When the sensations died down and both of them were breathing hard, Butch rolled them over, slipping out of her with ease this time.Regan couldn’t help but be a little disappointed at that.She rather liked the intimacy of knowing they were tied together for a while.Apparently if they didn’t shift, they didn’t knot.Worth remembering.
Unashamedly, she clung to him, loving his body wrapped around hers.To her surprise, he seemed as reluctant to let her go as she was to let him go.He smiled down at her, smoothing the hair out of her face.“So, we’ve established you’re not letting my ex-wife have me back.What do we do now?”
She laughed, though she really wanted to swat him one for that, especially when he showed her that lopsided grin.“We’ve also decided I’d fuck you until you couldn’t remember why we shouldn’t be fucking.”
“Yeah, I seem to remember something about that.Kinda fuzzy though.”
She did punch him then before sighing and sobering, looking him in the eyes.She was sure he’d had the same thoughts she’d had.“Now, we find out who’s turning good cops into werewolves, and put a stop to it.”
“And kick some major ass,” he agreed.
But first they had to find a way out of this hospital.Or whatever it was.
* * *
“Where the hell have you two been?”The lieutenant didn’t look all that pleased to see them.
“We called in,” Butch offered off-handedly.And he had, as soon as they’d escaped.Though mostly to see if they still had jobs.He gave a ragged cough.“Must have picked something up working the south side.”No use trying to explain they’d been bitten by werewolves and locked up in some abandoned industrial park med facility.They’d end up in the local psych ward.
“Well, the colonel wants to see you.Now.”
“Yes, sir.”Damn, it was going to be hard not biting any of his co-workers.
Looking worried, Regan hurried along at his side, almost running to keep up.“How much trouble do you think we’re in?”
He’d been wondering the same thing himself.“Well, we left a patrol car in the middle of the street, and we’re missing our guns and badges, so I’m thinking they think we walked off the job.”
“Damn, I wish I could remember what happened.”
“You and me both.”He’d give three months’ extra alimony to fill in those missing hours.“But it won’t do any good overthinking it.Just answer his questions, and stick as close to the truth as you can.”Without, you know, mentioning the part about werewolves.Or fucking each other senseless.He smiled at that part.They’d definitely have to do that again sometime real soon.
Butch raised his hand to knock on the colonel’s door, but it swung open before he could get to it.Snorrasan, a big Swede Butch had seen leaving the colonel’s office more than once in the past, brushed by them, his un-handsome face marred by a vicious snarl as he recognized them and turned to go back in.Regan squashed herself against Butch’s side, either to take up less space, or seeking his protection.Butch bristled, snarling back at the big blond.No one threatened his mate.
“Carson!O’Malley!Get in here.”
Butch shouldered through the door, holding it open for Regan, who was less than a step behind him.
“Close the Goddamn door and sit down.”
