“No!Please!”Peyton held up his hands.“I beg of you, don’t drag it out any longer.I can’t sleep.I can barely eat.And I’m about to—” He remembered where he was and dropped his voice.“I’m about to rip my goddamned cock off,” he whispered.
Badger waggled a finger at him.“Four.Not a minute earlier.”
Beck leaned back against the counter.“Ooookaaay, why do you look like you’re immensely amused about torturing him, Badger.”
Badger grinned.“Because it’s the only way I can finally get ’im back fer eatin’ the last two pieces of my birthday cake I was savin’!”
Peyton’s jaw dropped.“Badger, I wastenfricking years old!”
Badger’s smile widened.“And revenge is a dish best served cold, lad.Yer mum made the best red velvet cake in the pack an’ ye damned well knew it!”
“Fuck me,” Peyton muttered while Beck cackled.
Six
Gillian
Friday afternoon, Gillian had just left her last class of the day when she received a text from Badger.
Ye workin’ tonight?I’m feelin’ a might peckish.
She quickly responded.
Yes, heading there now.I’m on until nine.
He sent her a thumbs-up in reply.
Good, maybe she’d get another great tip.
But by six o’clock she’d completely forgotten the text exchange.They were busier than usual, even for a Friday night.
At 6:14 she carried a very heavy tray full of entrees she was delivering to a party of eight when a scent slapped her in the nose so hard her ancestors smelled it.Hell, just the friction of her shorts and panties against her clit suddenly felt so intense she thought her ancestors might have actually climaxed, too.
It was by sheer strength of will—and wolf shifter strength—that she didn’t drop the load of food right there and start sniffing the air to figure out who the fuck smelled so damned orgasmic—
Oh!Fuuuuckkk!
Mate!
Somehow, she also resisted the urge to frisbee the fuck out of all the plates to clear them off her tray and onto the table.Fuck the customers, fuck the tip—
She wanted—NEEDED—to be fucked.
Right.
NOW.
She’d just emptied the tray and was about to begin searching the dining room when the cook rang the bell.“Gillian!Order up!”
“Goddammit!”she hissed, forcing her legs to return her to the pass-through window to collect the food.
Peyton
“Do I pass inspection?”
Peyton stood there while Badger literally circled him.He’d opted for khakis, loafers he rarely wore anymore, and a button-up dress shirt with a tie.
“Aye, ye’ll do.”He pulled out his phone and texted Peyton.“There ye are.”
