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  “I ’preciate you makin’ the time, babe.” I rolled her to her back and kissed my way down to the thatch of silky hair at the junction of her thighs. I sat up, grabbed her knees and spread her. “Beautiful pussy.” It was, all pink and wet and waiting for me to taste. I settled between her legs.

  I heard her breath catch when I licked between her folds. Her muscles twitched when I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, but it was the gasping moan when I thrust my tongue into her channel that got me so hard I thought I might shoot my wad right then. I pushed into the heat and away again, teasing—or tormenting if her protests were to be believed. Her pulse thundered against my tongue.

  Her thighs pressed against my shoulders and her hips danced beneath me. I had to use a forearm across her belly to keep her still so I could continue to eat her out. Damn but she tasted good. I’d never stop hungering for her. She pushed against me, feet on the bed now so she could arch higher as a scream broke from between her lips and she melted beneath, panting and quivering as I pushed three fingers in as I used my mouth on her clit.

  “Again,” I ordered, pushing her to the quivering edge a second time. “Again, babe.”

  She shook her head, hair tangled across the pillow and she fought. Her hands loosened their grip on the sheets and found my hair. She tugged and jerked, trying to force my mouth away from her cunt. Wasn’t happening. She screamed this time and I could all but see her fly off into space. Her breaths came in little wheezing sobs as I sat up and rolled away. “My work here is done.”

  “The hell you say!” She snarled at me and as quick as a snake, she had me pushed down on the bed. I admit I let her because I was curious. Would she suck me off or would she ride me?

  Stretching out, I tucked my hands behind my head and watched her.

  “Whatcha’ gonna do, babe?”

  “This,” she hissed, straddling me. My dick was as hard as granite and precum leaked from its tip. She rubbed her wet pussy up the length of my dick as she leaned forward. Planting her hands on either side of my head, she stared at my mouth.

  “Kiss me,” I ordered. I wanted her to taste herself on me. When she resisted, I fisted one hand in her hair and pressed her head down. I took her mouth, feasted on it just like I had her pussy. Damn but I loved the taste of her. Would never be satisfied. I broke the kiss.

  Leigh rested her forehead against mine, panting. “You have two choices, babe. Fuck me or suck me.”

  Her head jerked up and she glared. “You’re so romantic.”

  Sarcasm. I liked it. My dick twitched against her, reminding her of what was waiting for her. “You think?”

  She wormed her way down my body and settled on her knees between my thighs. Staring at my dick, she licked her lips. I groaned and she smiled. Dipping down, she flicked her tongue over the head of my dick and it twitched against her lips. She grabbed it with one hand and treated it like an ice cream cone. Oh hell yeah. The way her lips and tongue glided over me? She could spend hours…fuck, she could spend days sucking me off. Her mouth was gawddamned magic.

  She worked me—mouth, hands—and it was all I could do not to grab her head, hold her still, and fuck her mouth. Would she swallow when I came? That wasn’t a question with the sweet butts who hung around the clubhouse. They swallowed or else. But this was Leigh. I was keeping her. We’d negotiate the finer points when my dick wasn’t throbbing

  I froze. My brain finally caught up with the rest of me and my wolf. Keeping her? Mate? What the fuck? I sucked in a breath. The damn gods were fuckin’ with me. The arsonist and the arson investigator. We were a fucking match made in hell.

  Leigh moaned around my dick and her hand went between her legs. Fuckin’ A. She was getting turned on by suckin’ me off. Maybe the gods weren’t so crazy after all. I pulled out of her mouth and she made a little mewling sound in protest. Gripping her biceps, I lifted her and set her down straddling me.

  “Ride me, Leigh.”

  She wrapped her fingers around me and pressed the head of my dick against her opening. She was so freaking hot and slick that I slid right in and she took me. All of me. She stared at me for about thirty seconds and then she started to move.

  Holy. Hell.

  When I came, I thought I’d blown the top off my dick. My cum pumped into her as I shuddered beneath her. She was leaning, her hands braced on my chest, her whole body quivering. I wasn’t sure either of us was breathing. I wasn’t capable of it in that moment. I managed two words.

  “Fuck, babe.”

  Leigh sucked in air, expanding her chest. Her tits were right there so I cupped them, causing her breath to quicken. Her skin was sheened with perspiration and heat radiated from her. Laughing, she climbed off me and flopped onto her back. She smirked at me but managed to look prim at the same time.

  “That ought to do it.”

  She looked so damn proud. Too fucking cute for words.

  Leigh

  I’M NOT A RELIGIOUS person but if that wasn’t Nirvana, there was no such thing. No man should be hung the well, have that kind of staying power and taste so good. I’ve never been a BJ kinda gal but Smoke could have me rethinking that in a heartbeat.

  Lying there catching my breath, I pretended to be all cocky and self-assured like I had mind-blowing sex every day. Yeah. Right. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had several guys in my life and enjoyed the sexy times. But Smoke? He took sex to a whole other level. This was a man who knew what made a woman tick. Boy did he! I remembered to inhale and heard him chuckle.

  “You ready for round…” He held up his hand and started counting on his fingers. Not fair. I’d lost count of the climaxes he’d given me.

  “No. We’re done. I have work.”

  “No. We aren’t done and today is Saturday. You aren’t on the duty roster.”

  How did he know that? “How do you know?”

  “I called and asked. You aren’t even on call.”

  He rolled over on top of me, pushing his hips between my thighs. His cock was still hard! How was that even possible? I winced as it rubbed against my hyper-sensitized clit. He immediately raised his hips, breaking contact.

  “Shit, babe. I didn’t stop to think. Are you sore?”

  Come to think of it, I was a tad tender down there. Before I could respond, he was up and padding to the bathroom. Poets would write sonnets in praise of his ass. Me? I just wanted to hug it and pet it and call it George. I might even throw in some kisses. He returned with a warm washcloth and very tenderly cleaned me. Though slightly embarrassed, it was still quite erotic but sweet as all get out. I was done for. This guy was all wrong for me but I had no choice in the matter. I’d fallen and fallen hard. And I’d be praying to the God I wasn’t sure existed in that I wasn’t making a horrible mistake.

  Chapter 7

  Smoke

  THE LAST THING I needed was to get swept up in the mating heat. There’s a reason Wolves say we’re “moonstruck.” I didn’t have time for all that bullshit. The Russian expected me to do my job and no one disappointed the Russian—well, no one had survived who did. Since I didn’t have a death wish, I needed to get my job done. Then I could figure out what the hell to do with Leigh—besides fucking us both blind every chance I got.

  By Sunday, I’d moved in with her—which meant I grabbed my saddlebags from a spare room at the Dallas chapter’s clubhouse and draped it over a chair in Leigh’s bedroom. But now it was Friday and time to get on with my job. The Dallas chapter had a bunch of human hang-arounds, far more than any other chapter. I wasn’t too sure about them. Same went for the chapter president, Boner. Hardy, our national VP, wanted to know if they passed the sniff test. They didn’t. The Russian and our national board would have to deal with Boner sooner or later.

  Boner was a bastard and there was history—bad history. I didn’t know the whole story but why the man was still president was beyond me. He was the one pulling in the human hang-arounds and wanting to make them prospects. The rank and file Wolves were none too happ
y about that situation. I’d picked up grumbles before I met Leigh.

  As much as I wanted to spend all my time with her, I couldn’t. Some nights, I didn’t get back until she was sound asleep. Some nights I got home and she as gone—called out to a fire scene to investigate. So far, there’d been no more suspicious fires that concerned me. That wouldn’t last.

  We’d been together just over a week and she hadn’t questioned my absences. Yet. I couldn’t decide if she didn’t care or was too nervous to ask. I caught occasional wafts of scalded milk which indicated she was a little nervous. Hell, I was as nervous as a coon walking past a pack of hounds. The irony of the two of us being mates was something that smacked me in the face every time she got a call out.

  I rolled up to the space assigned to her and parked in front of her SUV. She had two spaces with her condo. Leigh had been nice enough to back the Highlander out a little so I could leave my bike in front of it. Her POS FD sedan squatted in the second slot. I opened the front door and paused. Leigh was in the living area and the stench of burnt toast filled my nose. She glanced my direction, ignored me.

  I watched her. Back and forth. Back and forth, her gait not quite a march. The odor didn’t dissipate. She was totally pissed. I folded my arms across my chest, leaned a shoulder against the door jamb and waited for her anger to cool. When it didn’t, I jumped in. “Ah, Leigh?”

  “What!”

  Okay. That was a snarling demand, not a question. I was feeling brave so, in a low-pitched voice, I asked, “Wanna tell me why you’re pissed?”

  “No!”

  “Wanna stop pacing?”

  “I can’t stop!”

  Well, okay then. “Why not?”

  “I’m too pissed.”

  “Uh-huh.” Back to square one. “Wanna tell me why?”

  “No!”

  “Babe.”

  “Stop that.”

  “Babe.”

  Leigh threw her hands in the air but she stopped right in front of me. “My sister.”

  Yeah, family could make even the best of us nuts. “Okay. Wanna tell me about your sister?”

  “Oh hell no!”

  “Babe.”

  “ARGH!”

  A moment later, she stopped in front of me. Leaning forward, she bumped her forehead against my chest. I settled my arms around her and walked her backwards so I could close the door. I kicked it shut and kept walking her toward the couch. Now that she was relaxing, I’d get the whole story. I didn’t have to wait long.

  “She wants me to meet her for dinner tonight,” she said to my chest.

  That explained nothing. I made a noncommittal uh-huh sound.

  “Her and her fiancé.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “He’s…he’s…” She pushed off my chest, shrugged out of my hug, and started pacing again.

  “An asshole?”

  “Yes. A handsome, rich, obnoxious asshole.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Shut up, Smoke. You do the same thing with that word as you do with—”

  “Babe.” Laughing, I dodged as a heavy glass bowl sailed at my head. I snatched it out of the air and set it out of her reach. “I don’t see the problem.”

  “That’s because you’re a man. Lindsay is my younger sister. She’s beautiful. Talented. And she’s engaged to one of the most eligible men in Dallas.”

  “Still not seein’ the problem, babe. You’re beautiful. Intelligent. And you’ve got me.”

  “You are not Justin. Wait…you think I’m beautiful?”

  “Babe.” I grabbed her before she could walk away and held her against my chest. “Yes. You’re gorgeous but it isn’t just your hot body that has me hard.” I snagged her hand and pressed it against my dick. Damn that felt fucking amazing. “Maybe you should think about staying home instead.”

  She sighed softly and melted. “I wish. She wants to talk about her wedding. I’m maid of honor.”

  “Where and when?”

  “Huh?”

  “Dinner. Where and when, babe? I’ll go with you.”

  “Oh…no, no, no.”

  I quirked an eyebrow. “You embarrassed to be seen with me?” I tried levity to keep from snarling.

  She rocked back. I think I caught her off guard. “You’d actually go?”

  “Sure.”

  An evil grin spread across her face. “Dressed like—” She waved her hands in my direction.

  I looked down. Leather biker boots. Black jeans. Black tee shirt. My cut. “Uh…yeah.” It’s not like I even owned a suit and tie.

  “Awesome!” She danced around the room, fist pumping, then cupped my face and laid a kiss on me. “Lindsay will be totally scandalized.”

  Shit. I’d just been played. I smiled. Evilly. Payback would be hell.

  Leigh

  I DIDN’T HATE my sister. In fact, I loved her. I just didn’t like her very much. Lindsay was two years younger and her life had been charmed from the moment she cried the first time. My older brother had that same luck. He failed at nothing. Me? I’m the middle child and I packed all the middle-child baggage I could carry.

  Standing outside of Bellamy’s, the five-star restaurant, with Smoke, I almost turned tail and ran. What seemed like an amazing idea two hours ago now felt like it was going to reach up and bite me in the ass. I’d forgotten how hoity-toity this place was and I felt bad for Smoke. He didn’t deserve this.

  His palm rested warm and comforting against the small of my back. I glanced up and he didn’t seem concerned at all. I ground my teeth as the maître d’ approached, a disapproving frown on his face.

  “Do you have reservations?” he asked, his tone sharp and snippy.

  “We’re meeting a party here…Dr. Justin White?”

  The man sniffed, obviously finding us unworthy. He glanced at Smoke, his brows scrunched together, lips pursed. I watched his eyes widen and an emotion that looked a lot like fear flashed across his expression.

  “Y-yes. Of course. Right this way please.”

  If the man had been a dog, his tail would be between his legs. I seriously thought he might crumple to the floor and go belly up. I glanced sharply at Smoke but he looked like he always looked—cocky and slightly amused by the world around him. I spotted Lindsay and Justin occupying a prime table overlooking the enclosed gardens half a story below the wall of windows at the back of the restaurant. My sister was cooing at her fiancé and I rolled my eyes. Justin saw me first and his eyes squinted with disdain. Then he got a look at Smoke. I almost laughed.

  We cut quite a swath through the place. The women were all but drooling. The men? Now their reactions were interesting—and revealing. I was a trained investigator. I knew all about body language, physical cues, et cetera. But the men? Half of them looked like they wanted to piss themselves and the other half looked like they wanted to kill Smoke on the spot. Justin was staring daggers so I put him in the kill column.

  Lindsay finally realized that she’d lost Justin’s attention. I knew the moment she recognized the situation. I’d been prepared so my expression didn’t change. Justin rose and with his feet planted shoulder-width apart, awaited our arrival at the table. The maître d’ scurried off, leaving me to pull out my chair. My hand landed on the back of it to do just that when Smoke’s hand covered mine. Without a word, he held the chair, helped scoot it closer to the table, all the while staring at Justin. I could almost smell the testosterone.

  “Who’s this?” Lindsay demanded, her voice shading to the shrill side.

  “Smoke Jenner,” he said, beating me to it—a good thing since I didn’t even know his last name. How crazy was that? The guy was practically living with me and I’d never bothered to ask his last name. “You must be Lindsay.”

  I had to bite my lips. Smoke sounded perfectly nice but there was just enough intonation to imply she was somehow…inferior.

  “Dr. Justin White.” The jerk made no attempt to shake hands.

  “Huh.” Smoke sat beside me with no fur
ther comment. Talk about dismissing someone! Was I a terrible sister for hoping Smoke would still be in my life when the wedding rolled around? Of course, if he was, Lindsay might disown me and I’d be off the hook. Yippee. I hated weddings. I especially hated society weddings.

  Dinner went downhill from there. Justin ordered a pretentiously expensive bottle of wine and went through the whole wine sniffing and testing routine with the sommelier. I noticed the look Smoke exchanged with the man and after Justin pronounced the wine perfect, Smoke ordered a second bottle of something else.

  Justin glowered while Smoke said to put it on a separate tab. With a knowing smile, the sommelier poured Justin’s wine into our glasses then hurried off. I’d just taken my first swallow and working hard to keep from making a “bitter beer face” when the man was back with the second bottle. He uncorked it and started the whole process over.

  “I just need the cork please,” Smoke said. The man handed it to him and Smoke sniffed. “I’ll pour, thank you.” Wow, look at him being all polite. I was a tad shocked. He took the bottle from the sommelier as a busboy arrived with fresh wine glasses. Smoke poured wine into my glass and smiled. “This will suit your palate better, babe.”

  I wasn’t a big wine drinker to begin with and if that stuff I’d just swallowed was any indication, I wasn’t missing much. I took a hesitant sip. It tasted like sunshine and running barefoot in green grass. I wasn’t sure my eyes didn’t roll back in my head as the flavor burst on my tongue.

  Smoke laughed and shared another long look with the sommelier. “I think she likes it.”

  “Not surprising, sir. You have excellent tastes.”

  Of course he did, my big, bad, scary biker. Sadly, as good as the wine and food tasted, the evening was a disaster. Justin acted like a total dick. Oh wait. He was a total dick. Lindsay acted like the spoiled princess and I realized those two deserved each other. I happily basked in the sexy glow that was all things Smoke.

  During a long silence, Lindsay studied Smoke. “So tell me, Smoke. What do you do for a living?”