Chapter 11
Pulling into the garage, I sigh in relief at being home.
Beretta snorts awake when she feels the car shift into park. She lets out a big yawn and sits up, stretching her neck and plopping her big head on my shoulder. I absentmindedly reach up and stroke the side of her face.
“Betta, this was a weird weekend.”
She gives my cheek a little lick, as if to let me know she is in agreement.
Finally mustering the energy to get out of the car, I get to work unloading everything.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep tonight if I don’t unpack everything.
I lug in my bag, and everything else that I brought.
While I mutter to myself about why the hell I had packed so much, Beretta goes straight to find Indy, who is probably sleeping somewhere.
For being a cat and dog, they are really cute together.
My first destination is the kitchen to put all the food and drinks away before they go bad.
I can’t stand being wasteful. Getting everything sorted into its correct spot, I’m about to walk out of the kitchen when Indy brushes up against my leg.
The touch startles me so much I let out a squeal.
I’m not proud of it, but after the weekend I’ve had, I’m allowed to be jumpy.
“Oh, Jesus, Indy you scared the crap out of me.”
He just looks up at me like I’m insane, and honestly I probably am going a little crazy. The highs and lows within the last three days were really astonishing and I’m struggling a little to work my way through it.
I’m ecstatic that fate led me to meet Don, and holy hell that man can fuck like a God. Just thinking about all the ways he made me cum, makes me shiver. I’m still sore in the most pleasant of ways. I can’t even really remember the last time I had sex. Has it really been more than a year?
God-like sex aside, potentially dealing with a stalker wigged me out to no end. But that really isn’t likely. Right?
I’m sure it’s just some dumb ass local that gets his rocks off scaring people. I do appreciate the attention to detail the guys had shown when searching the area around the house, and their insistence that I didn’t stay at the house alone. Especially after the nightmare I had.
God, they are really getting weirder and weirder lately.Maybe I should see someone about that. Do they even have people to see for weird, traumatizing dreams?
That thought has my mother’s voice creeping into my mind. Her sickly sweet voice always put me on edge, especially when she was criticizing me. “We don’t show people our weaknesses Kinley; that’s just not what we do. You suck up your issues and get over them.”
I have to be losing it to have her hateful, toxic words slithering into my mind. I need to unwind before I spiral into a dark place.
Ugh, and I’m also worried about Megan. Todd hasn’t passed yet. It seemed imminent when I talked to Megan earlier. His physician stated it would most likely happen in the next few days.
Normally, I would tell Megan everything, but I don’t want to burden her further.
So, I absolutely don’t tell her about the incident Sunday night with the unknown stranger trying to get into the house.
Nor do I mention waking up with Don, or the mind blowing sex that followed.
I know she will give me hell about that later, but it definitely isn’t the time to parade around how many orgasms I received. Not after she had to leave.
I will tell her later, when the time is right.I take a deep breath to calm and center myself. Look at me being all zen and shit.
I’m going to run myself a bath with a big scoop of epsom salt for my very sore bits. Then, I will either read a book off of my very long Tbr list, or catch up on a Netflix show.
And not to forget the unprotected sex, I need to take that pill I picked up on the way home. There is no use dwelling on things I can’t control. I learned the hard way a long time ago that I couldn’t. I need to give myself a little mental reset before work tomorrow.
I even have some new bath bombs I’ve been meaning to use, and now feels like the perfect time.
The steam from the bathtub is pleasantly fragranced from the bath bomb, and I’m submerged as far as I can get into the hot water.
That is one thing that sold me on this house, the tub.
I have a new monster romance loaded on my Kindle app, and am just about ready to start reading when my phone pings with a text notification.
A giddy grin spreads across my face.
Don: Hey…you make it home ok?
Me: Yes I did
Don: Would it be weird if I said I miss you already?
Oh my god…this man is perfect.
Me: It might be…guess we are weird together…
Don: You missing me too, baby?
Me: Well you did kind of play into my damsel in distress fantasy this weekend, so I can’t help it, and you left a lasting impression on me this morning.
Don: I’m here to serve… , how are you feeling otherwise?
Me: You served me well, lol…I’m good, just relaxing and trying to get in the right headspace for work tomorrow.
Don: lol I would like to “serve” you again…is it too soon to ask when I can see you again?
God damn, I am going to orgasm again just thinking about all the ways he serviced me.
Me: No…I’ve been wondering the same thing. What is your work schedule like?
Don: Well, I don’t have any big cases right now, so I’m usually off Friday thru Sunday. Want to get together this weekend?
I am such a sucker for a man that takes initiative…
Me: Not to sound too eager, but yes, I would really like that. Did you make it back ok?
Don: Yeah I got the guys dropped off and made it home in pretty good time, just relaxing now. What are you up to?
Oh man, should I tell him I’m taking a bath…yep gonna do it…he made me all hot and bothered this weekend…it’s only fair to return the favor…
With a naughty smirk I text back.
Me: Oh just relaxing in the bathtub. Was about to start a book I’ve been looking forward to.
My grin spreads further as the call screen pops up. I guess he’s still a little on edge, too. I quickly accept the call and shiver as I hear his gravelly voice over the line.
“Are you sore, baby?”
Oh fucking hell, I’m a goner.
Trying desperately to play it cool. “Well, a lot happened this weekend, ya know with going out on the lake, a potential stalker trying to break in…”
“And…”
“And it could also be from your huge cock.”
A surprised bark of laughter answers me.
“Woman, you’re going to get me all riled up if you keep talking like that.”
I can’t help but snort. “Like you weren’t already.”
“You’re right, I have been since I left you this morning. So when can I see you?”
“Friday?”
“You got it. I can pick you up, if that works for you.”
“Yeah, that works.”
“Perfect, we will iron out the details during the week. Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to give you an update on what they guys got around the house last night.”
“Did they find anything?”
“Not exactly, but they found some clues that they are still trying to iron out. Aiden and Cam wanted me to ask you if you or Megan had any previous run-ins with any of the locals? They didn’t find a vehicle, so we all were under the impression that they would have had to walk in.”
“Not that I can think of. Whenever Megan and I are up there we usually keep to ourselves. Do you think it might be someone I know?”
“It is highly possible, but right now we are just being overly cautious. Kinley, I don’t want you to worry; we are just covering all avenues.”
“Ok, I appreciate all the work that you are all doing. It’s like I was meant to run into you guys this weekend.”
“You have no idea how thankful I am of that as well. I’ll let you get back to soaking.”
I can hear the grin on his face. “Don’t wear out your hand, big guy.”
“You’re a sassy little thing. Goodnight, baby. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I have a few things I need to get done tonight.”
“Goodnight, Don.”
The call disconnects, and I start thinking that it is going to be a long week.
I end the call with Kinley, rubbing my chest to soothe the ache that just won’t seem to go away since I met her.
A rumble deep within me lets me know that my beast is just as enamored with her as I am.
This has never happened before, not even my exes instilled this much need.
I’m very much at a loss for what to do. I need to talk with the guys; there has to be something deeper going on.
Sitting down at my desk, I pull up the video chat app and call the other three.
Aiden is the first to sign on and Brent and Cam shortly follow.
It helps that we frequently video chat, conferencing with each other whenever we have cases or Clan matters that need each other’s expertise, so they are quick to respond when they get the app notification.
“Hey, big man, you miss us already?” Brent grins, and I flip him off.
“This is serious. I can’t get the idea out of my mind that the situation with Kinley isn’t the ordinary type of issue.”
They all visibly straighten.
Aiden is the first to respond. “What do you mean, Don?”
“You met her. She’s calling a little too strongly to my inner self for me to think she is just another human woman.”
“Now that I really think about it, I definitely got some vibes from Megan, but I didn’t feel anything from Kinley. Especially with that ward, I think Megan is more likely the one to have put it up,” Cam chimes in.
“Could the whole intruder situation be linked to Megan instead? I mean, it is her cabin. Maybe it was a coincidence, and Kinley just happened to be there and they took notice,” Brent ponders.
“That could be, but I don’t think Kinley is human. You guys didn’t see how much she drew my beast right to the edge…”
Brent chuckles, “Goddess, I fucking wish I had, especially since you walked out smelling so fucking sweet. And the noises.”
He groans and my beast rumbles.
“What I wouldn’t have given to have gotten a close up of that.”
A growl slips out, my canines lengthening.
I’m helpless to my beast’s reaction as I bare my teeth at him through the screen.
Brent, the fucker, just grins as he leans back in his chair linking his hands behind his head and purposefully flexes his muscles.
I know he’s provoking me on purpose, but I can’t help but rise to the challenge.
“Goddess, you have it fucking bad, man.”His eyes shine with mirth, and all I want to do is reach through the screen and smack the shit out of him.
“That’s what I’m trying to fucking say. A normal human shouldn’t be able to affect me this much.”
Aiden taps his chin in thought. “I don’t know, Don. She is too old to not be putting off more magic if she was Clan. Maybe she’s a half breed, or some distant relative of hers was. It happens sometimes when we go outside the clan.”
“What’s her last name? I could dig a little and see if anything pops up of interest,” Cam adds as he reaches over to switch on an additional monitor.
I sigh, frustrated with all the uncertainty. “Munro, but I don’t know of any Clans with that last name.”
“You never know, but if she’s somehow linked, I will probably find it. You know she could also be a fledgling witch, or any other type of magical creature.” Cam is already typing away on his keyboard.
“So, Don…when are you seeing sweet Kinley again?” Brent asks, not bothering to diminish his shit eating grin. I almost don’t want to tell him.
“Friday.”
Aiden grins, “You fuckers owe me $100!”
Brent and Cam protest.
“Did you shits seriously bet on me going out with her again?”
“Of course we did. Just so you know, I was the only one who had faith in you,” Aiden states proudly like I should be thanking him for believing in me.
“You are all fucked up for that.”
Brent gets a mischievous glint in his eye.
“So, Don, if she is Clan, can I get in on that action too?”
A growl rumbles through my chest and bubbles out of my mouth. My muscles tense as I hold back my beast.
“Come on, all the times we shared before it was fucking epic, and you’re the only one out of these fuckers that can keep up with my moves.”
“Shut the hell up, Brent. Your limp dick could never,” Cam mutters while he busily types in whatever program he’s in. Brent scoffs in outrage and Aiden and I laugh.
“Well, that’s my cue to go. If any of you find anything of interest, let me know. Aiden, I’ll see you tomorrow. Brent, are you going on any jobs soon?”
He unlinks his hands and leans closer to the screen. “Ummm, I might have one or two potentials. Do you need me to hang out? I can always pass them over to someone else.”
“If you could. I just have this gut feeling something is up that might need all of us.”
“Yeah man, sure, you know I got your back.”
“Thanks, I’m gonna hit the rack.”
We all sign off, but I sit for a minute while my computer powers down. They all might think it’s Megan, but there are just as many clues pointing away from that idea. One thing I can wholeheartedly agree on is this is not a non-magical problem.