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“Well, you’ve ruined most of it. So you won’t get the full Cammy effect now.” I mean, honestly. I was deflated now. He messed with my mojo.

  “Would it help if you pissed on my leg again?” A blush grew on my face, but I was starting to feel feisty again. His banter was working.

  “Those children needed to be put in their place.” I did the little attitude head shake. I was getting back into my flow.

  “I didn’t mind.” He relaxed back, his body stretched out on those steps. Why did he look so hot just sitting there?

  “Cammy.” My attention that was roaming his body moved up to his face.

  “Focus, you were about to lay it on me. Thick, I believe.” Fuck, he was right. I needed to get it together.

  “Damn straight. Wisdom. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed yet, but I am an interesting bird. I’m dramatic. I don’t take shit from people, and I am a blunt girl. So this whole you’re not ready yet thing isn’t going to work for me. You have something to say, you say it. I don’t have to like it, but I want the same thing from you. Give it to me straight. Ain’t nobody got time to worry about what’s going on in your head.” That spiel was shorter than what I was thinking in my head. No dramatic flair. He really did deflate me!

  “One hour.” Huh?

  “One hour what?” I was confused.

  “I figured it would only take you one hour to come at me about that.” He pointed to the clock that was on the house by the door behind him.

  “You knew I would say something?” What was happening here? This was not going how I imagined. My arms crossed over my chest.

  “I knew the moment we met that you were going to be a handful. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Well, damn. That statement, in its own way, was kind of sweet.

  “You’re okay with that? My brand of crazy?” I could occasionally be a little much for some people. I had to keep my freak flag folded up during some interactions with people. Rayne got it. That’s why she was my best friend. But the other men I’ve dated tried to rein me in. Impossible.

  “It definitely keeps things interesting.” He stood and wrapped his arms around me again. This time I didn’t put up a fight.

  “I was trying to be nice and not rush you. But I want to be straight with you, so you’ll continue to be straight with me.” I looked into his eyes as he spoke. This moment was going to be something. I just knew it.

  “I knew you were more than a quick fuck. When the alpha in me saw the alpha in you, he saw his mate. The second half of his soul. His equal. Seeing you in my bed, in my home, around my animals, I’m not just fighting to keep your body. I’m fighting to win your heart. To prove that I am the man you need. Your forever.”

  BOOM.HEADSHOT. There it was. There it fucking was.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “I’m not sure this life is what I need,” I admitted to him softly. It was honest. Jake seemed to be a great guy but I wasn’t sure he was THE guy for me. But the real question I needed to ask myself was, could I wait and see? Maybe he was, and all I had to do was give it a real chance.

  “I’ve got a week. We’ll see what happens.”

  “Ok, I’ll give it a shot.” I should be open to the opportunity of something big. This felt like it had the makings for that. Something great.

  “I think we should try that whole claiming thing over again. I need your scent on me more,” he teased and I started giggling. Crisis averted, for now.

  “As long as you aren’t going to hold back the D from me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Withholding the D was going to be a deal breaker for me.

  “My sweetheart wants the D?” he leaned down and purred against my lips.

  “No, she needs it.” I kissed him and damn, did his sexy lips take over and demand I give into him. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but I sure as hell would be feeling his lips on me the rest of the day.

  “Let’s get some lunch. Then it’s time to get you to work.” He winked as he walked with me, hand-in-hand, to make some sandwiches in the kitchen.

  Lunch was uneventful. I was actually pretty damn hungry, so we both mauled our food silently. After I went to the bathroom to freshen up my face and hair a little, we got back on the ATV and went to the kitchen. And by kitchen, he wasn’t talking about the kitchen at the house. He meant the kitchen where all the animals’ food was prepared.

  “Oh good Lord, no.” I tried to walk right back out the door we’d just come in, but Jake just wheeled me back around.

  “You seriously can’t expect me to touch anything in this room. Nope. I can’t.” There was bloody meat everywhere.

  Not really, but that’s what it felt like. The area was chilled and clean, with lots of counters everywhere. There was a person placing chicken legs into a bucket; we exchanged hellos, but then they went back to their work. I also saw a chart with the words whole rabbits and rats written on it. I knew that some of the animals ate meat and they ate it raw, but I just preferred not to think of it. I loved to eat meat. But in my head, it just came naturally at the grocery store, packaged in foam trays and plastic wrap. Not slaughtered and cut up!

  “I’m going to vomit.” I hacked a little but I wasn’t really going to blow chunks everywhere.

  “What if I offer you an incentive plan this week? For each thing you do that is gross, I will owe you an earth-shattering orgasm. Deal?” I looked at him in disgust. How could he tease me with orgasms like this? Do dirty and gross things receive an orgasm. Was I a big enough slut that I could be bought with orgasms?

  “Deal.”

  Yes, yes I was.

  Despite him probably wanting to laugh hysterically, Jake just gave me a sexy smile and walked over to a large deep freezer to open it. He pulled out a bag with a dead rabbit inside.

  “Nothing less than earth-shattering orgasms, or I feed you to a tiger, capisce?”

  “Understood.” He nodded me over. Gross. I walked over to where he was and looked in the freezer. Dead woodland creatures, and a shit-ton of meat. Thankfully, it looked like it came from the grocery store and not road kill.

  “Twice a week the cats get whole prey. Don’t make that face. They were humanely killed and we get them from a very reputable supplier.” Still gross.

  “Koda, the bear, gets fish, fruits, nuts, mice, and some berries. In the fridge is a ton of veggies and fruits along with milk creations for the babies, like Casey. And the meat mixtures for the cats, depending on the size. Every day there are interns, and employees go on their assigned routes and tend to the animals in the morning. Some animals get fed a couple times a day. For the wolves we stick to twenty pounds of meat per wolf.” Goodness, this was a lot of information. I felt like I should be writing this down or something.

  “We won’t be feeding anything today. I have something else in mind to pop your rescue cherry.”

  Famous last words before I rubbed him in hand lotion and fed him to the wallaby.

  There lies Jake, the man that died at the hands of his creatures, after making his very beautiful redheaded-lover scoop shit.

  After we spent time in the kitchen we walked over to the habitats to clean.

  I was currently cleaning shit.

  I was going to need at least five orgasms to make up for what he was making me do.

  Cleaning the cat cages. He was at home doing this dirty work. Raking, cleaning out their habitat, scooping up some poo to toss in a bag that was in a bucket. But I, on the other hand, hated cleaning my own apartment, let alone this. Alas, I was no quitter, so I ventured on. It was interesting to learn that each habitat fence had a few guillotine doors, one led to an indoor and outdoor feeding and sleeping area, the other was a part of a maze that led to different play areas depending on the animal. The bigger animals had big concrete enclosures that they call home sometimes as well.

  My arms were getting kind of tired from the work we had been doing for a few hours, and I might have gotten a little sunburned. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but being tired, sweaty, and dirty was what I should have
thought would happen to me. We did manual labor until dinnertime—mostly cleaning, and preparing enrichment toys for tomorrow.

  I was somewhat excited to watch the animals play with my little creations. At least I had something to look forward to tomorrow. Jake made us hamburgers and fries for dinner and I was so hungry I felt like one of the damn beasts outside. I made a mental note to shove a snack bar in my pants every couple of hours.

  “I’ve got to go take care of a few more things. Go take a shower and relax. I’ll be back soon.” Jake leaned in and kissed my forehead. It was such an intimate gesture that I felt deep inside my chest. It was strange having someone show their feelings to you while you resisted soaking it in. I wasn’t willing to give into any emotions right now. Sexual stuff I could do. But emotions? I wasn’t ready for that.

  “Okay. I’m pretty beat. I haven’t worked this hard since Rayne made me go to one of her aerial yoga classes.” That was something I would never do again. God, the woman did it pregnant, for Christ’s sake, and I was like a bug tangled in a web.

  “You did yoga?” His eyebrow went up, questioning me. I shrugged.

  “I know it’s good for you, but I just wanted to breathe and get a smoothie afterwards. Not sweat! It’s hard! If I wanted to sweat that much, I’d go have sex.” Except, I hadn’t been with many guys that have made me sweat like that. Which brought me back to thinking about sex with Jake.

  “Can we fuck like wild monkeys tonight?” What? It was a fair question.

  “You look pretty beat; we will see when I get back.” He opened the door and smiled at me. Jerk.

  “Maybe I’ll just love myself a little, then go to bed. How do you like them apples?” I did my head shake with attitude.

  “That’s my girl. Warm her up for me a little.” He winked and walked out the door. I scoffed. I didn’t need to warm my vagina up. She was already a freaking sauna down there. Deciding a shower sounded amazing, I walked up the stairs, discarded my dirty clothes and hopped in. It was pure heaven. God, I ached. He needed to get a massage therapist on staff here. I bet everyone would appreciate that.

  After my shower, I grabbed one of his T-shirts and put on a pair of cute, light blue shorts, then went back downstairs to rest on the couch.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Apparently, I was beat, because I passed out on the couch and didn’t wake up until the morning. At 6a.m., with Jake wrapped around me in his bed.

  “I hate your alarm,” I grumbled and tried to roll over, but Jake’s steel-like arms kept me against his body.

  “Wake up, sweetheart.” I groaned at his hot, sleepy voice.

  “I’ll marry you. Just let me sleep in every day.” I was grasping at straws and feeling his body silently shaking with laughter behind me, I knew I had lost this battle.

  “Deal.” He laughed and I untangled myself from him in a huff of frustration. I wasn’t marrying him and he called my bluff. I stormed off into the bathroom to do my business and when I was done he was up and putting on his shirt.

  “We didn’t have sex last night.” I pouted; I was really looking forward to it.

  “You mean you don’t remember?” He turned to me and looked dead serious. Oh shit. I was pretty tired, but I don’t remember getting from the couch to the bed. I wiggled a little bit to see if I was sore at all and came back with nothing. Asshole. If we had sex, my lady bits would have been deliciously sore from that giant slinging hammer he had between his legs.

  “I do, I’m just trying to forget. Hoping it was just beginners’ nerves. Next time should be better. Maybe you..” And he was on me, pinning me to the bed.

  “Surprisingly, when you run your mouth like that it turns me on to no end.” He kissed me and pressed that hammer against my thigh. I lifted my hips toward it like a magnet. God, I really was turning into a horny alley cat around him. In the blink of an eye, I reached my hand down underneath his waistband and wrapped my hand around his cock.

  The world would try to collapse around us, but I was going to touch him, dammit!

  His body shuddered a little and that spurred me on even more. I needed to touch, taste, and please him. I wanted those growls. I wanted to know what noises he made when he came. In a hurry, I pushed down the boxers he wore to sleep and released him. He was so hard, and yet silky smooth at the same time.

  I felt so at ease touching him. It was like destiny. His penis literally belonged in my hands. Pulling my lips from his, I mumbled for him to roll over, which he did, but took me with him. I liked that he was so strong. I’d never been with a guy that could maneuver me like that; it was hot.

  There was no need for words between us. Despite not knowing each other’s middle names, he knew so much about me. My character. He knew exactly what I wanted and what I was going to do. I had a reputation to uphold, after all—sucking dick like a pro.

  “Shirt. Off,” I demanded. I was going to taste every single muscle of his torso. No ab left behind, my new motto. Why was he even wearing a shirt to begin with? He shucked off his shirt and laid back down as I sat up to eye fuck him. He really was something. All that hard labor has done his body good. I bet he doesn’t even need to go to the gym.

  When our eyes connected I felt something stir inside me. This man was something different. Something strong and undeniable. Not wanting to think about anything else, especially his feelings or what this could be, I got to work on my new motto. A soft growl bubbled up from his chest at the first contact of my lips to his warm skin. Hell, I groaned a little. His body was pure sin, my soon to be addiction. I nibbled, sucked, licked every part I could, down to the part of him I had been dying to have some one on one time with.

  My eyes said hello to his cock and I gently wrapped the length of him with my hand, running teasing strokes up and down. I brought my lips to the tip and proceeded to rub it against my lips like I was putting on lipstick. A small bead of precum coated my lips, making me lick it off. I moaned at the taste. Salty mixed with Jake Wild.

  “Suck my cock, sweetheart. Let your alpha out to play.” His demand struck at my need to please him, and even his little alpha animal analogies that he kept making were starting to make me hot. I was a fucking alpha bitch. I could handle this man like I owned every part of him, because right now I did. The crazy cavewoman came out after thinking like that. I gripped him and growled mine against him before shoving my mouth over his silky head. I didn’t relent. I wanted him begging me. Gripping me. Growling at me.

  His hands went to my hair and his hips thrust upward, meeting me with every bob of my head. Thrilled with his reaction, I swirled my tongue, sucked faster, then switched directions of my head. I sat up and quickly moved between his legs. I wanted to get lost in his eyes as he came down my throat. The sight before me made me almost come. His tensed abs, the neck muscles slightly strained, parted lips, and labored breaths. I fucking owned this man.

  His blue eyes met with mine and together we watched as he melted beneath my touch. My mouth hugged his engorged member, along with my hand for what my lips couldn’t touch. I pleasured him in sync until his jaw fell slack, stomach tensed, hips thrust upwards, and that growl I wanted came from his parted lips, then turned into a groan. I sucked down his release and never took my eyes off his. Watching him orgasm was an aphrodisiac. I wanted to do it again and again. Rayne’s mother, the sex therapist, always told me the man you are meant to be with is the man who you not only want to give a blowjob to, but you craved it.

  I craved Jake. Feeling the need to escape my thoughts, I sat up and blurted out something random.

  “What’s your middle name?”

  He shook his head and curled his finger for me to come closer. Even though I was feeling vulnerable, I crawled up to him.

  “You know that you can keep fighting it, but I’m not giving up, right?” I knew this, so I nodded. I was starting to lose my mind in this whole ordeal.

  “Cole. What’s yours?”

  “Jake Cole Wild. Simple. Mine is Renee. Cammy Renee Jennings.” I li
ked my name as a whole. My parents did well in choosing my given name.

  “Perfect,” he purred and pulled me in for a kiss.

  “Uh, don’t you want me to brush my teeth or something first?” Not that I made it a habit of swallowing, but the ones I had did not want to taste their own love juice on my tongue. His answer was to kiss the doubts right out of me. Jake was not a weak man. He was exactly what he had been telling me, an alpha. And this alpha couldn’t have given two shits about me having a dirty mouth; in fact, he was devouring that mouth with a passion.

  When his hand started to creep towards my sweetness, I did something I never thought I would ever do.

  “Rain check? I’m feeling pretty powerful right now. Let me have this moment, okay?” I was turning down an orgasm.

  I pulled back to look at him and saw a look on his face that I couldn’t figure out.

  “You can make it up to me throughout the day if you really feel like it.” I kissed him on the lips with a big smack and hopped off the bed. Feeling revitalized, I got to work on my beautification process for the day. Even though I knew it would probably be ruined, I was still not going to do this without a fight.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Both of us fully dressed and ready for the day, I grabbed a pop tart out of his pantry and we headed towards the dead animal kitchen. After putting on some thick gloves, I helped Jake and a few of the other workers put together the buckets of meat. After we put together –no joke– like a thousand pounds of meat, I was starting to wonder how the hell they paid for all of this. Donations? Gifts? This rescue was probably a huge money-sucker.

  The business woman in me wanted to have a look at everything and figure out the numbers. I was pretty good with numbers, and my business had been successful since I started it at age twenty-three.

  “So much meat,” I groaned as I helped put the buckets into the carts that the interns and employees pulled to all of the cages. Another round of people grabbed their buckets for cleaning and grabbing poop. Every person who worked there was wearing a shirt with Wild Rescue on the front, but there were three colors: white, green, and blue. I asked one of the men who was wearing a green shirt, and he said the color indicated what level of employee they were. Green shirts took care of the big animals. Blue the level under that, and so on. Interesting concept, but it looked like it worked.