“What are you, a woman? Let’s not talk.”
As she pulled the shirt over her head he caught a glimpse of her nipples. Her pink, pointed, puckered peaks. God they were delicious and he was seconds away from jumping in her pit when her head poked out of the top of his shirt and she scowled at him. He could still see the outline of her nipples and he imagined it would feel great as the fabric abraded them.
Sighing he sat at the rim of the pit and began. “Soo, what’s your real first name? Where are your parents? Do you have brothers and sisters? Were you married? Do you have other kids?”
She put her hands up in front of her in defense. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, soldier. Now is not the time for twenty questions. You need to get me out of this pit before someone comes back to finish the job.”
He shrugged, letting her know he was confident he could protect her. “I’m not worried. I’ll protect you and normally I wouldn’t have to stoop to this level, but you’ve left me no choice. I simply want to get to know you.”
“Why?”
Because you’re my fated mate, because I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, because I want to love you forever and have a lot of babies with you, because I can’t wait to stick my plug into your circuit. “Humor me, Dee.”
She stood scrutinizing him for a few seconds before responding. “My name is Dee. My parents live in California. No brothers and sisters. Never married and Carter is my only child.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“Alaska.”
“You’ve been a part of this pack for your whole life?”
“No.”
It was his turn to cross his arms and scowl at her. “Can’t you elaborate?”
“No.”
Pulling his legs up to sit Indian style, he responded, “I guess we’ll be here longer than I thought. I’m really hungry so I was hoping you’d hurry up so we could run over to pack house and have some burgers.”
Her tone was snooty as she argued. “I’m really more of a fish person myself.”
He smiled as she gave a little bit of information away. “Oh yeah, what’s your favorite fish?”
He watched as her eye brows furrowed and her scent went from annoyed to angry. “I want out of this hole, now.”
“Fine, let’s agree that we both want you out of that hole. What are you going to give me if I get you out? After all, I’d be your knight in shining armor.”
She whipped some hair out of her face and in turn getting a smudge of dirt on her cheek. “Is that how you plan on playing this, tit for tat?”
Staggering back as if he’d been slapped, he took a few heaving breaths as he tried not to vomit. Is that really how she saw him? No one had ever accused him of such atrocities. Wow, he knew she was his fated, but at this moment he wanted nothing to do with her. Hadn’t he given her enough already and not received anything in return?
He heard her call out to him, “Come back, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me here.”
He walked to the edge of the pit, without saying anything and reached down to pull her out, she took his arm and he pulled her out quickly. When she was out and stable he backed away from her, wiping his hands on his pants. He pointed in the direction of Blake’s house. “Alpha house is that way, I’ll follow you.”
When she took his arm she felt a zing of awareness rush up her arm and to all her key girly parts. Her core clenched as her nipples pebbled anticipating more touching. Not gonna happen stupid body, tone it down. She rubbed the goose bumps on her arms and watched as Justin attempted to rub his palms off from having to touch her. Was she that bad? A moment ago he was trying to get into her pants, right?
She thought about feeling his toned body, running her hand over his sculpted chest. Did he work in the sun? Why did she care anyways? Men were trouble, a trouble she didn’t want or need. Something she hadn’t thought about since Tidus.
His voice had sounded rough and broken as he pointed the way to alpha house. Walking to alpha house with Justin hovering in the background was causing her hormones to take a leap to the front of her mind. Why did he have to be so nice, not to mention handsome? It didn’t matter, she wasn’t interested.
Halfway there she looked back to find him watching his feet while he followed at a safe non-threatening distance. Hit with a sudden bout of shame she couldn’t resist saying, “I’m sorry for being a bitch. I didn’t mean it. I-“
He cut her off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s over and we both know where we stand now.”
Stopping abruptly she hung her head forward and inhaled the scent from his shirt. Is that frosting? She was confused, sure she’d smelled him before, but in no way shape or form did she link the scent to him. She just thought he smelled sweet. She inhaled deeply and smiled. Maybe that’s why Carter couldn’t stop talking about him, he smelled like dessert.