Enlightening Bloom(11)
“You wouldn’t dare.” I say way to breathy as I try to pull away.
He holds me firmly in place and continues. “I would. And I’d enjoy every minute of it.”
My mouth drops open in what I wish I could say was shock, but really is awe. Being the annoying, mind reading, shifter that he is, he picks up on that thought and flashes me a grin that’s pure predator. I roll my eyes and finally succeed in pushing away from him. As I stomp up the steps of the RV I hear Tucker chuckling.
“Annoying freakin’ dogs.” I grumble to myself. His chuckle gets louder.
“Can’t I at least grumble without you spying on me?” I ask through our bond.
“Nope.”
“I hate you!” I spit back.
“You love me and you know it.” He arrogantly responds.
“Hate! Not love. Get it right.” I correct him as I throw my bag on one of the plush leather couches in the cabin. I was so right. This place is top of the line. Leather couches and chairs. Flat screen TV’s. Stainless steel appliances in the kitchen area. Mahogany cabinets and trim. And I haven’t even got a look at the back area of this beast.
“You forget I can read your thoughts.” Tucker pulls me back into our conversation.
“So. All you’re getting is my mental perusal of this high end tin can.”
“Not what I was talking about.”
“Then, oh furry one, please tell me what it is you are referring to.”
“I meant that you can’t deny you love me. Because I can read your thoughts.” I can hear the arrogance in his voice and it pisses me off. Time to end this. Now.
“This conversation is over!” He once again chuckles at me, but thankfully doesn’t try to continue our talk.
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Ten hours of my life passed by as annoyingly as possible. I learned that Pike, the big bad Alpha, is extremely broody. He seriously reminds me of a PMS-ing, teenage girl, who just found out her favorite candy bar has been discontinued. But I guess I can excuse that seeing as he’s worried about my bestie. But Tucker is a different story. In the last ten hours I’ve learned he knows every country love song known to man and he can freakin’ whistle them all. Worse while he’s whistling, through our connection he’s also singing along. Seriously! There is nothing worse than being stuck in a tin can for ten hours (it doesn’t matter if that tin can is luxury or not) and having to listen to an over-grown wolf whistle and sing “When You Say Nothing At All”. I put up with “I’d Just Love to Lay You Down”, “It’s Your Love”, “I Cross My Heart”, and about a hundred other songs. But at this point I’m so tired of what he’s trying to say with all these songs he keeps butchering that I explode. I grab the nearest throw pillow and hurl it at his big head. “Shut up! I don’t love you. Stop lying about loving me. Just stop!”
Tucker is in the passenger seat and as soon as the pillow connects with his head the whistling stops and he turns in his seat and glares at me. The air in the room goes electric and I feel like I can’t breathe. Looks like I found another way to piss him off. I’ll have to file that away so I remember, if I can figure out if it was throwing stuff at his head of yelling at him that did the trick. I look away from the heat in his eyes, and find Pike watching me from the rear view mirror. He shakes his head, and then turns his attention back to the road. No help there. I look to Bloom to see if I’ll find any help from her. She’s watching Tucker and me with wide eyes and looks about as lost as I am. I guess I’ll have to help myself.
Tucker stands and stalks to me. With every step he takes towards me I scoot further across the couch. “Tucker, stop.” He ignores my command so I try another. “Sit, boy.” That does nothing so I grab another pillow off the couch and throw it behind him. “Fetch.”
He gets completely in my space. Climbing onto the couch so his body is almost on top of me, his face is mere inches from mine. I scoot back the last little bit I can, trying to put some kind of distance between us, and in the process I knock off my bag scattering the contents all over the floor.
Tucker looks at the contents of my bag, shakes his head, and then gets right back in my face. Growling he says. “You can deny your feelings for me all you want. I’ll handle that, because I know you need time to come to terms with them. But, you do not insinuate the feelings I have for you are not real. And you sure as hell don’t accuse me of lying about those feelings. Do you get me?”
I realize now is not the time to push his buttons so I keep my mouth shut and nod my head.