Chapter 17
***Ethan***
She’s mad. Why is she mad? I thought women wanted men to do
the whole romance thing? I button my shirt, re-adjust my seat, and pull back onto
the road. That kiss was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. She
tastes even better than I thought she would. No woman I’ve ever been with could
hold a candle to Casey… and there have been quite a few. The Council has been
riding me for the last couple of years about finding a mate, and they’ve been
throwing women at me left, right, and center. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoyed
everything they offered and left them satisfied, but none of them lasted more
than a night. They weren’t right, but she is. I know it. My wolf knows
it. I can’t afford to mess this up.
She pouts, muttering directions along the way. When I pull
into her driveway, I kill the engine and turn to her.
“Casey—”
I look cautiously toward the house as movement at her front
door catches my attention.
“That’s my neighbor, Mrs. Johnson. She and her husband keep
an eye on my dad when I’m not here.”
Relaxing, I turn back to her. “Look—”
“It’s okay,” she interrupts me again. “You’re a take-it-slow
kinda guy, right?”
“Not really. I just want to take it slow with you.”
“Too bad.”
“Too bad?”
“I’m not in a take-it-slow frame of mind right now. You seem
like a nice guy, but I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I see.”
I have never heard those words come out of a woman’s mouth
before. Where did she come from? I’ve never encountered anyone like her
in my entire existence. And I’ve been around for a while.
“And you got me all hot and bothered. I just might have to call
on Roman tonight.”
She gives me a sly smile and reaches for the door handle.
Who the fuck is Roman? Whoever he is, he’s dead. I
grab her hand, pulling her back.
“Who’s Roman?”
“Why, Sheriff? Are you jealous?”
Goddamn right. You’re mine. “Who’s Roman?” I
repeat.
She giggles and slides closer, curling her index finger at
me, and I lean in. Her voice, barely above a whisper, washes over me.
“My vibrator.” Fuck. She smiles at my dumbfounded state and
leans closer to my lips. “I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.”
She plants a soft kiss on my lips and hops out of the truck
with a giggle. I watch her as she walks inside. Images of her pleasuring
herself flash across my mind… pleasuring herself while thinking of me. My dick,
which I thought couldn’t get any harder, just did.
I have to have her. She will be mine.
I don’t even know how long I sat there before the Johnsons
passed me on their way home and asked me if I was okay. I start the truck and
pull out of her driveway while reaching for my phone.
“What’s up, boss?” Charlie answers.
“Call a council meeting. Tonight.”