Page 51 of Big Bad Bully
Sure enough, Jake, Vance, and Sully are sitting in the back of the helicopter. I climb into the front passenger seat and put on the headset.
I twist and give them a salute. “Going for a run?”
“Hell, yeah.” Jake rolls his stacked shoulders. “There’s only so much tension you can work out in the gym.”
Sully nods his agreement.
“Where the fuck were you all day?” Vance demands.
I turn back to face front to give them my back and end the conversation. “Working from home.”
“Why?” Vance won’t let it drop.
I don’t answer.
“Are you fucking her?” Sully’s voice is flat.
I want to kill him. As our pack enforcer, he makes everyone’s business his business. He’s not just the muscle, he’s a full security firm packed into one guy.
“You sure you want to go there? I doubt you want me to dig into your sex life.”
Sully is a sadist who frequents BDSM clubs. If he weren’t our enforcer, I would consider his sex habits a pack vulnerability considering how many different females he’s played with over the years. But he’s careful, and he understands his job is to eliminate all liabilities from the pack and Moon Co.
He chuckles at my rejoinder. “So you are. I was just taking a wild guess when I saw her in the elevator, and you didn’t come in.”
I remember the taste of her on my tongue. The way she threw her head back and gasped as she came. She’s the reason I need to shift to wolf form and run tonight. There’s too much power and potency vibrating through my cells right now. I need to tear something apart. Run until my paws ache. Fuck.
I can’t do the latter tonight, but tomorrow she’ll be back in my penthouse. I can’t fucking wait.
“Brick ordered me to liaise with Madi’s human contingent for the wedding. That’s what I’m doing.”
“What kind of liaising are we talking about?” Jake joked.
“I’m serving my alpha,” I growl.
All three of them chuckle, and I want to throw them out of the helicopter one by one.
“Sounds to me like you’re serving a human. Or is she serving you?” Vance pokes.
My wolf tears to the surface. I lunge through the seats to punch Vance in the nose. I’m too fast for him to block, and he roars in protest as the bones crack.
The pilot shouts, “Hey!” but something in my face must tell him to mind his own fucking business because he turns his attention back to the windshield.
Vance straightens his nose. He’s a healthy shifter–it will heal by morning. I made a point, no more.
“Fuck,” Jake mutters. “There’s really something going on here.”
I want to snarl, “No, there’s not!” but I know it would just make me sound weak.
Make it seem true.
It’s not true.
Of course, it’s not fucking true.
She’s a human. A nobody. She hates my kind. I have no use for her kind. We’re incompatible in every way.
Okay, I need to put this to bed right now.
