Jezebel's Lion(37)

“Have you been bowling before?”

Brandon shrugged. “When I was a kid. I haven’t been in a long time.”

“What did you do when you were a teenager?”

“Helped hunt. I started at about thirteen, fourteen. When I wasn’t doing that I was doing some sport like football, lacrosse, and baseball. I also had to go to school, so I didn’t have much spare time.”

Jess felt her heart twist for the teenage Brandon. So much for being a kid. Jess knew it would have been hard with everything he had going on. She’d seen Sasha’s schedule, and she only did one sport, her dancing. Jess felt a little guilty she didn’t have any kind of sport or special thing she dedicated time to. She had drama, but she only did that at school, and she didn’t bowl anymore. “On your next turn I’ll teach you.” She got up, and this time when she rolled her ball she got a strike.

“I think I put my foot in it when I said shifters were better.”

Jess winked at him. “I kept back that I used to play in a bowling team. I’m good if I do say so myself.” She pulled him up. “Come on, I’ll teach you how to play. I’m sure you, being a superior shifter, will pick it up quickly.”

Brandon’s arms circled her waist, and he groaned against her. “I shouldn’t have said that. Shifters can sometimes get cocky.”

Jess moved out of his hold and pushed him before her. “I don’t know about all shifters, but you can get cocky. Come on, let me teach you how to bowl.”

By the fourth bowl Brandon didn’t need her help any more. She let him have a couple of strikes before she decided she’d use her winner’s card. Jess was going to have some fun. With only two more turns each she was pulling all the stops out to win. Jess took her turn and waited for him.

Brandon grinned at her. “You going to play hard ball now?”

“I’ll make it fair. I’ll let you talk to me while I’m bowling, too.” Jess had had great practice with Zeck and Travis over the years yelling things and trying to distract her.

“Sounds fair.” Brandon picked up his ball and lined it up with his eyes.

Jess knew she would have to distract Brandon differently from how she’d done with her friends. As he was about to roll the ball she whispered, “I have no underwear on.” The ball went wide straight into the gutter.

Brandon stalked to her his eyes flashing gold. “That was cruel.”

Jess shrugged. “Get the ball.” He glared at her and got the ball. This time she started talking as he lined up. “I was naughty this morning.” She leaned in close. “I’ve been missing our nights together.” He lined the ball up, and as he rolled she said, “I thought of you all morning as played with myself.” Jess giggled as the ball went into the other lane. She gulped, and a golden gaze turned on her. “Argh, my turn.” Jess gave him a wide berth as she got her ball.

Jess took deep breaths in and stepped up to the aisle. She felt her body tingle as his body came up close to her. Slowly Jess had the ball ready only to jump as his smooth silky voice whispered, “I’m going to eat you.” The ball flew down the aisle and hit two pins. Turning, Jess found Brandon inches from her, his eyes a deep gold.

Jess licked her suddenly dry lips. “One more pin and I’m the winner.”

Brandon raised an eyebrow. “Get the ball. I like this game a lot more now.”

At the predatory look Jess wondered if she should have just let him win and played fair. Getting the ball she lined herself up waited a moment for Brandon. She was surprised to find him handing his bowling shoes back. Shrugging, she figured she’d won. Turning back to the aisle she rolled the ball down and got a strike.

Jess turned grinning only to take a step back at the look on Brandon’s face. Brandon held her bag and prowled towards her like an animal stalking his prey. She had nowhere to back up to. Still, he wasn’t supposed to come on with normal shoes. For a moment Jess thought she was safe, but he didn’t care for rules. Brandon grabbed her by the waist and carried her away setting her on a chair and undoing her shoes. “Change your shoes. We are leaving.” His voice was basically a growl.

Jess shivered in anticipation. It had been a while since they’d had sex. Jess was healed mostly from Saturday’s boogieman fight. Taking the shoes off she swapped her shoes as she stood his hands came to rest on her waist and he passed her bag.

****

The drive home he’d done in record time. His little minx had filled his car with her desire and lust so much so he was choking on it. Brandon was crazed as he pulled into his garage. He turned his car off and prowled around to his mate’s side. The garage door came down. Jezebel squealed as he picked her up and ripped her clothes off, eager to get to his prize. He made it to the kitchen where he growled at the sight that greeted him. Jezebel wore no underwear, and her bra was the skimpiest lace that held nothing up.