Gentry (Wolves of Winter's Edge Book 1)(51)

Blaire was tough as nails, and had a mouth to match, but her divorce had hurt her deeply and made her a little skittish at times, which is why her declaration that she wasn’t leaving him meant so damn much. She’d buckled her legs against any forward motion the second he’d suggested her going back to her hometown early. Down to his soul, he respected the hell out of this woman.

She flashed him a bright white smile and ran the last steps, flung her arms around him, and jumped. His clumsy girl nearly took them to the ground, but Gentry was quick at recovering.

“God, you weigh a ton,” he joked, pretending to drop her.

“Stop!” she exclaimed. “You’ll give me a complex.”

“About what?” he asked, gripping her ass with both hands and jiggling it. This was making him want a round two at taking her from behind. “I think your ass is my favorite part to grab. Your boobs are fucking tens too, but this ass, Trouble. I want to bite it.”

“Okay, never mind on the complex, I’m good, butt-man, and no biting because I want to survive.”

“Not a break-the-skin nip, but a little…love bite.”

“Let’s make-out,” she said with a naughty grin.

Gentry laughed and kissed the mango gloss off her lips. No one had ever amused him like she did. She was playful in a way he’d never sensed in anyone else. He could’ve stayed here all night, pressing her against the rental car, lost in exploring her mouth and body, but after a few minutes, Blaire began to shiver.

Gentry eased back and frowned. “Are you cold?”

“Well, yeah! It’s freezing out here, and I’m not a werewolf.”

“Oh.” Being a human probably sucked. “Okay, we need to have a serious discussion about saying that word in town. Werewolves aren’t out to the public, obviously, and hinting that they exist will get you—”

“Let me guess,” she said sarcastically. “It’ll get me killed.” She lowered to her feet, pitched to the side, righted herself as he chuckled at her lack of grace, and then she pretended to zip her lips. “Don’t worry, Chaos. Your million secrets are safe with me. Although I did tell my best friend you are an animal in the sack,” she murmured, making her way toward his truck, which was already turned on and warming up for her. “I think it was the filthiest thing I’ve ever said to someone. Ashlyn said she was proud of me for getting laid, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how much more it is that we’re doing. Is it weird that I want to keep what we’re building to myself for a while?” she asked, turning her pretty gaze on him at the passenger’s side door.

“No, not weird. I like the thought of having you all to myself for a bit, too. Well…I guess it’s different because you’ve met all my family now.”

“And they don’t approve.”

“Does that bother you?” he asked, helping her into his truck.

“Heck yeah, it bothers me! My mom is going to love you, and Ashlyn will, too, but your brothers will probably never accept me on account of my human-ness and all. Which, by the way, is ridiculous and super judgmental.”

“So you’re judging their judgmental-ness.”

“Precisely,” she said with a megawatt grin that left his heart stuttering in his chest.

The most beautiful woman in the entire world was sitting in the front seat of his beater truck, smiling at him like he wasn’t a monster, even though she’d seen both sides of him.

“When you’re thirty, I’ll be thirty-four,” she said out of the blue as he pulled out of the parking lot between the cabins.

He tossed her a grin because she had to be joking, but she looked back at him with wide, worried eyes.

Gentry asked, “Does the age difference bother you?”

“I’m afraid it will eventually bother you. You’re young and all muscled up and have tattoos and scars and zero face-wrinkles, and you can have any woman you want, Gentry. Literally, anyone you want. I’m practically a mummy,” she muttered.

That was ridiculous and made him laugh out loud. “Woman, I’m a damn werewolf, and you accepted that in about three seconds. I’ve given zero thoughts to you being older than me. You fit me fine the way you are. You aren’t a mummy. You’re perfect.”

“Swear it doesn’t bother you?”

Gentry shook his head, pulled her hand into his lap, and pressed her palm against the bulge in his pants, still raging thanks to their little make-out session a minute ago. “I swear. Besides, if anyone saw us out together, they would assume I’m older than you.”

“Liar and flatterer. You are just trying to secure yourself a blow job.”