Snickering, I set my coffee down and bent over to kiss Chuck’s lips. What started out as a light, chaste press of my lips to his promptly spiraled out of control as he eased me down to straddle his thighs, my towel giving up and falling away to leave me naked in his lap.
“Mmm,” Chuck murmured in my ear, nipping at the lobe as he palmed my bare ass. “That’s a huge improvement.”
Before I could agree, his leg began to vibrate against my butt, making me laugh. “Unless you run on c cells, I’m thinking you’re gonna have to put off the cold pizza convo for a bit.”
Swearing under his breath, Chuck held me in place with one hand and dug his cell phone out of his pocket with the other.
“What do you want? I’m busy,” he growled in lieu of a greeting. “Oh, fine. I’ll be right there.”
Tossing the phone onto the bed, Chuck pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’m sorry but I have to go.”
“Duty calls?” I teased, tightening my arms in a quick hug before sliding off his lap and reaching for my coffee cup again.
“Something like that,” Chuck agreed, rolling his eyes. “Kade isn’t quite sure what’s going on but apparently some of the werewolves are freaking out.” Chuck sighed and rose slowly, pressing one more kiss to my lips.
“Anything I can do?” I offered, ignoring the internal snicker at the thought of confused werewolves.
“Dunno,” Chuck sighed, starting for the door. “If you want, you can come by my office after you eat and I should know more?”
“Will do,” I agreed, shaking my head as the door closed behind him before turning my conversation inward. “And you need to behave,” I scolded lightly, even though there was no reason to talk out loud.
Hell, there wasn’t any reason to talk at all. If there was one thing I knew, it was that the silly beastie was going to do exactly as he liked, warnings be damned. All I could do was try and keep him trapped inside.
ChapterEleven
Chuck
“You want to run that by me again?” I asked, staring at the small, neatly organized pile of weapons taking up the center of my desk.
“You heard the man,” Kade prompted from his spot by the door, humor lilting his voice.
Across the desk from me, Fang failed to stifle a sigh before he started talking.
“My men were doing exactly what we were told,” he said firmly, “following the intruders without engaging. They never even knew we were there.”
“Okay.”
“But then the humans stopped looking in windows and started going into the outbuildings and snooping through things.”
“That’s weird,” I mumbled, glancing up at the silent group standing at ease behind Fang. “Did they take anything?”
Fang shook his head. “No, but several of the crew heard similar conversations, they were searching for something they thought was hidden here.”
“Did they say what?”
“No,” Fang responded with a faint huff. “But then this cat thing started showing up out of nowhere and swiping shit from them.”
I cocked a brow and Fang shrugged. “I’m serious,” he insisted, nodding toward a were near the back. “Claude was the first to report it.”
I followed his gaze to the scowling werewolf. “What did you see, Claude?”
“The humans entered the small shed by the outdoor swimming pool and left the door open.” Claude said evenly. “A moment later, this little animal went trotting in after them and trotted right back out with that rifle in its mouth,” Claude said, gesturing to the semi-automatic rifle on the bottom of the stack. “Laid it at my feet as pretty as you please and trotted off into the darkness.”
“So, you didn’t see how it got it?”
“No,” Claude confirmed.
“I did,” another were spoke up, this one a younger being from the front. “Not the rifle,” he clarified, “but I watched him sneak up behind one of the humans and slip a hunting knife from the sheath in the man’s boot. His touch was so soft that they didn’t even know he was there. Then he brought it over to me and disappeared.”
