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  “Shower, sweetheart.” I looked up at him and nodded. He pulled me up so we could walk up the stairs. A question rolling through my mind while we walked was, would we be getting dirty in the shower at all? I hoped so. I could use some good cock pounding.

  “Cock pounding?” Jake choked and looked at me. Oh God, I said that part out loud didn’t I? Kill me now. Well, no going back now, I had to own it.

  “Yep, I was just thinking how I could use some good cock pounding. Know anyone up for the job?” I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I could feel the fuck me vibes coming from the silent man standing behind me now. It was buzzing over my skin, lighting the fires within.

  “I might know a guy.” His voice was husky and low. So hot. I think I needed some dirty talk from him. Jake was wild and I was one hundred percent in love with that. I didn’t want the tame and reserved sex. I wanted the can’t control anything, teeth clashing, back scratching, body slamming fuck. What we did last night was amazing, sweet and slow, and perfect. Every girl needs that every once in a while. But right now? Nope. Nada.

  I peeled out of my clothes and looked behind me to see his eyes were zeroing in on my ass. I did a little wiggle and purred.

  “Would you mind going and getting him, then?” I loved our banter. We both were playing a game, obviously not taking each other seriously. It was fun.

  “I’ll get on that. Until he gets here, mind if I fill you?” He took a step closer and shrugged his shirt off. Fill me? Uh, hells to the yeah! I scanned over his tan chest and down his sculpted abs to that sweet V I was going to lick. I moved my eyes back up to his.

  “You’ll do.” I winked and jumped into the water. I didn’t have to wait long until his body joined mine under the water’s spray. Thank God for his large shower, otherwise this would have been a little snug.

  “Vixen,” he whispered against my ear. Shivers down my body? Check.

  My nipples hardened just before his hands cupped them, kneading me softly. Nothing like someone rubbing your boobs to make all the stress in your life melt away. I arched into him, enjoying his attention. But after a few more seconds of his slow teasing moves, I craved the heat. I turned in his arms and my hand went straight for his erect cock. Yeah, I was going gung ho right now. I caressed him, running my thumb over the head gently.

  A hiss came up his throat; his eyes closed briefly from the pleasure. Then they opened, and I had accomplished what I wanted to do— I unleashed the beast. My body hummed with excitement about what was about to go down. Poke the beast a little, and he would attack. A sexy, out of the world orgasmic attack was in my very near future. His lips crashed against mine as I was pressed up against the glass behind me.

  His hands wrapped around the back of my thighs, lifting me up and right onto his cock. I was so ready for him, and he knew it. My head rolled back onto the glass. Heaven.

  “You’re mine, sweetheart. Full of my cock, this pussy knows who it belongs to. No one else can give you what I can,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. I ground myself against him, needing him to move.

  “I’m yours,” I groaned.

  “Want me to move, sweetheart? Fuck your sweet heat?” I nodded with my lip between my teeth. I so wanted that.

  “Touch your tits, play with those rosy pink tips. I know you like that,” he ordered and started to lift my hips, then bring me back onto him. I did as he said and pinched my nips, kneading them. I loved playing with my boobs.

  “Best tits I’ve ever seen.” His hips started pounding me against the glass. I hoped it didn’t break from the forced of being nailed to it. With every thrust, I was getting closer and closer. Jake was true to his words and had been ever since I met him. He knew exactly what I wanted and needed. He was my alpha. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. His mouth went straight for my neck, ravishing me.

  “I…” I tried to form the words to let him know I was close but they didn’t come out.

  “I know, you’re clenching me, beginning to quiver around my cock. Your soft walls are begging me to push you over the edge. Make you fall. Hard.” His words ran along the lines of my neck, through my ears, and straight down to my core. I was so done for.

  “That’s right, sweetheart.” He switched up his pace to slow and hard. Every time he pushed back in, his pelvis ground against my clit.

  I shattered.

  I had been close but that little move took me there in seconds, with Jake on my heels. He bit my neck and growled, something I would be looking forward to every time we came together like this.

  “I love you.” My head rolled forward to look at him.

  “I love you.” He lifted me up and off him, gently setting me down. I felt something running down my leg and was struck with a thought.

  “We didn’t use any condoms the past couple times.” I looked into his eyes and saw nothing. No panic, just nothing.

  “Okay,” he shrugged, grabbing the bar of soap like it wasn’t a big deal.

  “What if I have herpes?” I mean, honestly. He gave me the look that called bullshit. Granted, he had been on a first name basis with my lady bits for a few days now.

  “Then I guess we need to get married. We can be one happy herpes family,” he smiled, teasing me. I shook my head. I was staring at him like he was crazy. He decided to finally take my stare seriously, and started rubbing the soap over his body.

  “You clean?” he asked.

  “Yes.” No hesitation in my answer.

  “You on birth control?”

  “Of course.” Once again, no delay on my answer.

  “Then we have nothing to stress over. I’m clean, you’re clean. No babies anytime soon, although I would like to see you grow with my child inside you. But there’s no rush.” My mouth dropped and he kept on washing himself. Once he was done, he looked me over and saw I was still in my shocked state. Taking initiative, he poured some of my body wash in his hands and started cleaning my body.

  Not one to fight about getting washed by a sexy man, I let him continue doing what he was doing. I took the opportunity to stare at him and run his words over through my head. He wants to have a baby with me. Dear Lord. Something about the way he said it made me want to jump back on him and ride him until it happened. I wanted a family and my clock was ticking, but I didn’t think I wanted it that soon.

  After we were clean, dried, and dressed, we curled into bed.

  “Because I know you’ve been going crazy in that head of yours over what I said, remember the part where I said no rush. We have all the time in the world, sweetheart. I still need to convince you to move in with me, take my name, and then we can work on babies.” I didn’t know what to think about that statement. It both frightened me and excited me. I wanted to tell him that I was moving in with him tomorrow, never going back, that we could get married and start that life. But I wasn’t ready for all of that just yet. I wanted it, but I needed a wee bit more time to wrap my head around it. I gave him a kiss, and then snuggled against his naked chest. I listened to his heartbeat and lulled myself to sleep. I didn’t want to think anymore, so dreaming was my next option.

  I woke up in the middle of the night when Jake was getting back into bed.

  “Sorry, go back to sleep. I just had to check on Casey,” he whispered and pulled me close. I tried to go back to sleep but my bladder started screaming at me.

  “I have to pee.” I rolled out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom. It was dark, and I didn’t want to turn on the lights to blind my eyes, but thankfully, I could still somewhat see where the toilet was. I pulled down my shorts and sat down. I heard a splash in the water beneath me, which, had I not been still very sleepy, would have clued me in that something was up. Instead I just sat there, trying to figure out what made that noise, and then something smacked into my ass.

  I screamed.

  I screamed my head off.

  Falling off the toilet, I scrambled away with my bare ass hanging out, tearing out of the ba
throom as fast as I could.

  “What’s wrong?” Jake was up and helping me get off the floor.

  “Something just smacked my ass in the toilet!!” I screamed. I was assaulted, for Christ’s sake.

  “Oh shit, it was probably a toilet frog.” Jake held me, rubbing my back while my shorts were around my ankles.

  “What the fuck is a toilet frog?” My voice was starting to return to its normal octave. I felt a little chuckle escape his lips but I managed to refrain from smacking him.

  “Every once in a while, a frog will get in through the vent and hang out in the toilet, like it’s his own personal pool. Never bothered me. It’s gone by now, if you still need to go.” He was holding back more laughter. I untangled myself from him, and pulled up my shorts.

  I didn’t answer him. Instead, I walked out of the bedroom and to the other bathroom and did my business. After checking for creatures in the toilet. I was tired, and feeling a little pissy, so when I made it back to the bed, I stretched out and went back to sleep, not caring if Jake was still laughing or trying to cuddle me. I needed my sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  The next time I woke up it was to the ringing of my phone. Nonstop ringing.

  “Somebody better be dead,” I grumbled and answered it, saying exactly that.

  “Cammy, it’s Mary. We have a situation at the salon. Someone spray-painted the word ‘whore’ on the door. It’s bright red and huge.” I jackknifed up and screamed.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I was livid. Someone defaced my baby. Looking over at the clock, which said it was 7:30 a.m., I knew I had to get over there to handle it.

  “It’s crazy. What do we need to do?” She was panicking. I took a few calm breaths and spoke.

  “I’ll be there shortly. We’ll find someone to get it cleaned off stat, and I’ll check through the security cameras to find out who did it. For now, just open the door and make it look like we are letting some of the morning air in for any people walking by. Act like everything is normal. I’ll see you soon.” I hung up and jumped into action. I got dressed in a blue sundress, threw on some light makeup and put some mousse in my hair. I would be rocking the “bed head but works” look today. I grabbed my purse and put on some cute wedges to complete my look.

  I found Jake downstairs finishing up breakfast, with Casey playing around his feet.

  “I have to go. There’s been some vandalism at my salon,” I huffed. This was so not how I wanted to spend my day. Especially my last day at the rescue. Now it was back to reality.

  “Vandalism?” He looked at me with shock. Yeah, tell me about it.

  “Yep, someone spray-painted the word ‘whore’ on the door. Bright red. I have to go take care of it. Not sure when I’ll be done.” I kind of felt like this was farewell to the rescue. Not forever, but I wasn’t sure when I would be able to come back. I had a business to run.

  “Okay, I’ll take you over since Bambi is at Rayne’s. If you need anything, give me a call. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re big kids, we’ve got this.” He walked over to give me one hell of a toe-curling kiss, then let me go. I gave him a smile and bent down to scratch Casey behind the ears. Her paw came out to get my hand but I yanked back before she could get me. Stinker.

  With my purse in my hand, Jake drove me to my side of the world, and dropped me off with a sweet kiss. I so didn’t want to adult today.

  Hours later, the paint was off my door. Business was still going strong and no one had any issues. I looked over the cameras that were outside the door but whoever did it was covered in all black, like a ninja. Couldn’t tell anything. I filed a police report and gave them what I could, which was pretty much nothing. And with me now dating one of the hottest eligible bachelors in the city, I was probably going to have a bunch of jealous bitches out to get me.

  Which sucked, but, oh well. I wasn’t giving him up because of this. I would fight on. I spent the day holed up in my office, going over things that I had missed from being away for a week. Nothing important. Papers to sign, plans to review, orders to confirm, payrolls to check, the life of a business owner. I was tired, and my girls were constantly coming in to check on me, but my mind was just racing. By the time I looked at the clock, it was almost six.

  The salon would be closing soon, so I left the office and helped the girls close up. Rayne had brought me Bambi at some point so I could get back to my apartment without needing to call anyone.

  As soon as I stepped foot in my home, I felt like I was in a stranger’s apartment. I sat down on my pretty brown couch and called Jake.

  “Sweetheart,” he answered, which made me smile.

  “I’ve had a day from hell,” I groaned.

  “I know a few ways I could make it better.” I could see his smirk in my head.

  “I know you could,” I confirmed, but I didn’t want to drive all the way out to the rescue right now, then come back in the morning. I was just too mentally wiped out.

  “It’ll be all right. I want to go take a bath, though. Call you later?” I was not in the socializing mood. I just wanted to take a bath and curl up in bed. Preferably with Jake, but that wasn’t happening tonight.

  “Of course.”

  “I love you.” I stood up and walked into my bathroom.

  “Love you, sweetheart.” I sighed from the feeling in my chest. Him loving me was amazing.

  “Talk to you later.” We said goodbye and I got the makings for my bath.

  The bath was wonderful, as expected. My sweet pomegranate bubbles surrounded me while I sat there and tried to empty my mind. When I say I tried, I meant I tried for five minutes. My mind kept wandering back to Jake, Casey, and the rescue. Suddenly my bath just didn’t feel as good, so I hopped out and dried off. Once I was in my unicorn onesie that I reserved for bad days, I made myself a sandwich and sat on the couch. Alone.

  I missed the sounds of the rescue. The lions roaring, the wolves howling. I missed it all. I looked around my apartment, feeling alone like never before. I couldn’t have imagined that in just a week, my life would take such a huge turn. But it did. I wished I could do so many things to help the rescue.

  Light bulb!

  I got so excited thinking about the idea that just hit me. I could organize a block fundraiser on St.Armand’s. All the businesses were pretty cool. I could host a get-together, get the community involved. Do discounted services and accept donations. My mind started running through all the things I could do, and before I knew it, I was calling Jake to let him know my idea. Which he approved of. He told me I would need to do a couple of things first, but otherwise he would help. He would bring all kinds of merchandise. We could totally set up some stuff in the middle of the circle where there was a pretty grass area with statues. After I was done talking over everything with Jake, I turned on Netflix and settled into bed. I had something to look forward to and I was excited. It was like I had a purpose for something bigger than myself.

  Three weeks had passed since our week on the rescue and I was a busy bee. I’d been to Jake’s every two days to stay the night. We’d spend our time in an orgasmic coma, making up for the lost nights together. I was also there when they moved Casey to her own little habitat. She was so happy to be free to run around, and pretend hunt in her own space. I would sometimes stop over to just talk to her, let her know how things were coming, and that the big fundraiser was going to happen soon. I made her fun little enrichment toys to play with as well; she liked those.

  I was also able to take part in the release of the arrow bobcat back into the wild. The poor thing was nervous and scared to turn its back to us, but once we kind of hid in the shade it took off. Hopefully to live a happy life, arrow free.

  All in all, my life was pretty good. Jake kept asking me to move out of my apartment and live with him at the rescue, but I wasn’t quite there yet. Yes, my apartment was lonely and I missed them. But I wasn’t ready to leave that life. Driving back and forth to my salon from the rescue every day would
get old, and for now I didn’t know what to do about that. I loved my salon, but maybe I was starting to want more in my life than that. I tried not to think of it too much as I got to work for the big block shindig.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Most of the businesses were excited to participate, and were offering up all sorts of goods in an auction, as well as willing to donate a percentage of their profits. I had face painters ready to go, and Autumn and Helen brought over a truckload of goods to sell. They were supposed to take a ton of pictures and live tweet from the party. We hadn’t really gotten along any better since I claimed Jake in front of them, but today they were my bitches. Or minions, whichever you wanted to call them. People started filling up the streets, and in no time the fundraiser was a huge success. I walked through my salon and saw everyone was smiling and having a ball. I went into my office to grab a painting that Jake had sent with the girls. Casey had done it, and I was trying to figure out where I should put it.

  “Cammy?” Mary’s voice asked softly from my door. I turned towards her to see her glancing back out towards her hair station.

  “What’s up?” I inquired, setting the painting down.

  “There’s a chick here who keeps asking about you. She’s being all shady.” My feet swiftly moved over to where she was and peeked out to her spot. I wanted to laugh at what I saw.

  Marlene Debarue. That little skank.

  She was sitting in the chair in a black designer trench coat, and black sunglasses on. I would recognize her hair and facial structure anywhere.

  “What has she been asking?” I was curious as hell. Jake warned her to stay away from me. She obviously wasn’t ready to give up, but was trying to sneak around in her little disguise.

  “She asked if this was Cammy’s salon. If you were dating Jake, and did I like my job. I told her yes to the first one and excused myself to the bathroom. She is wanting a conditioning treatment to help bring out the shine in her blonde hair, and will probably keep digging. What do you want me to do?”