Wilde About Her (Wilde Pack Series)(12)

     



 

"Neither can I, which means we need to go or I might not be responsible  for my actions." He laughed, though the sound was forced. Denim detected  the frustration behind his words because she felt it, too.

"I guess there's a first time for everything," she teased, forcing  herself to put a little more distance between them, and trained her eyes  on his face. It wasn't easy. "Come on. Let's keep moving." The sooner  he put on his clothes, the better.

Jax had a puzzled look on his face. "You might find this hard to  believe," he said, as they began walking again. "I haven't dated a human  in three years."

"Three years? Is that a record?"

Chuckling, he replied, "If you only knew, but to answer your question, the answer is yes."

"How many women have you dated?"

Smiling, he took her hand and while they walked, he told her about all  of his human encounters. Jax had been right. A lot more than she'd cared  to know about. It was weird, but she felt a hint of jealousy knowing  someone before her had been kissed by him, possibly with the same  intensity, even worse they'd had a chance to feel his gorgeous cock  inside them.

They reached the edge of his property line and Denim spotted a heap of  clothes under a tree. A few feet away, two beautiful motorcycles were  parked.

"Who rides?" she asked and when his brow rose inquisitively, Denim pointed and he followed the direction of her gaze.

"That red one belongs to Aidan and that black Harley is mine."

It was definitely beautiful.

"We parked them out here last night and decided to shift and race home."  Jax laughed. "Sometimes Aidan and I can be real competitive."

Denim shook her head in awe. On the outside the Wilde bunch seemed like  any other twenty-something boys-next-door. Who would have ever guessed  on the inside was a world very few knew anything about?

"You see that clearing there?" Jax reached for his jeans then pointed to  the area where from the treehouse she'd first spotted him in Were form.  "A big storm ripped through here last fall and tore down all the trees  that lined that area of our land."

"Is that why no one has seen you shifting out here?" It took everything she had to keep her eyes on his face while he dressed.

While Jax slipped into his t-shirt, he nodded. "My father is having  trees flown in from California and planted there this fall. In the  meantime, I wasn't worried about being seen because I knew Pappy went to  bed early." He shrugged. "I always waited until he was asleep."

"And you weren't expecting me to be here," Denim said, understanding what he was getting at.

Jax shook his head. "Not at all and especially not playing in a treehouse." He smiled. "But I'm glad you're back."

His smile caused her heart to bang beneath her chest. "So am I."

As soon as he zipped his jeans, he signaled for her to follow. "C'mon. Let me drive you back to the house."





9



The whole time with her riding on the back of his motorcycle, clutching  his middle, Jax tried to remind himself Denim was a threat. Her having  knowledge that he was a Were was complicated and downright dangerous for  both her and the pack, but thinking of her as the enemy wasn't easy.  Instead one thought kept scrolling through his brain.

She's mine.

As he reached the dirt road, Jax took another deep breath. He was a man  who believed in getting what he wanted. And right now it was Denim. He  knew he'd told his brothers the last thing he wanted was a human, but  there was something about Denim and the way she'd made him feel that  never died. In fact, it was burning hotter than ever before and he was  starting to think there was nothing he could do about it except embrace  it  …  regardless of the consequences. But it was hard to think with her  soft breasts pressed against his back. The bike's engine thrummed  between his thighs. Her scent was floating through the air, making it  hard to focus on the road, driving him insane.

Jax breathed a sigh of relief when he finally turned onto her driveway.  As soon as he parked the bike in front of Pappy's house, Jax climbed off  and helped Denim to her feet.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "You know, I could have walked."

As Jax removed the helmet from Denim's head, he caught her gaze. "I  wanted to spend a little more time together. Is that a crime?"

She blushed. "No, I'm just saying."

Their fingers touched, and she jerked back. It didn't take a scientist  to know she was just as attracted to him and he was to her.

She gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you so much. I've never ridden on a motorcycle before."         

     



 

"Really?" he smirked. "You'll have to ride with me more often."

Denim nodded. "I'd like that. Actually I would love to ride one of your beautiful horses."

He winked. "That can be arranged."

Jax watched as she reached into the front pocket of her denim shorts and  removed a single key. Turning, he followed her up onto the wide  wraparound porch and waited for her to unlock the door.

"We still on for dinner?" Jax asked, hating for the night to end.

Denim swung around and faced him. "Yes."

Jax nodded, then moved forward. "Denim, you do understand no one can  know what happened tonight, right?" his voice was thick with warning.

She rolled her eyes. "Jax. I understand. You can trust me. Really you can."

Something in her eyes told him he could and it helped him relax a bit.

"But you know I'm going to have questions."

His brow rose. "Questions, huh?"

She blushed a bit. "Like for instance, at night, do you sleep in a coffin or a doghouse?"

Her question caused him to laugh out loud and she joined in. They must  have been making too much nose because she brought a finger to his lips,  silencing him. "Shhh, we're going to wake up Pappy." Then Denim made  the mistake of moistening those delicious-looking lips of hers and Jax  lost it.

He tucked her into the far corner of the porch and braced his hands on  either sides of her head. Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers in  what was supposed to have been a simple peck. However, the second their  lips touched, he was a goner again.

Denim tasted just as good as she smelled. Seductive. Sweet.  Intoxicating. She opened her mouth and the flavor of her tongue damn  nearly dropped him to his knees. Part of him couldn't believe she was  really here and that he was holding her, touching her, and most  importantly, tasting her. Jax deepened the kiss with skillful strokes,  staking complete possession of her mouth. Denim followed him stroke for  stroke, sending heat radiating through his body and settling right smack  down at his throbbing cock. Jax gyrated against her leg, trying to  soothe the ache she had created. A frustrated whimper slipped from  Denim's lips before her hands slid from his shoulders and then she took a  step back. Tilting his head, Jax met her luminous brown eyes.

"Good night," she whispered.

Jax took several breaths to calm the wolf inside. His animal instinct  had kicked in and mating with Denim weighed heavily at his cock. "Good  night." He forced himself to walk down the steps over to his motorcycle  and straddled it. Denim was still standing in the same spot, staring at  him.

"Denim, unless you want to go back to the ranch and share my bed, I'd advise you to get inside."

Jax heard the desperate warning in his voice. Apparently so had she,  because obediently she turned the knob and stepped inside the house.  Once the door clicked shut, he released a low growl. His wolf was  anxious to emerge. Denim had no idea how close he had come to losing  control and mounting her. But the day they finally made love-because  they would-he didn't want it to be with him taking her like a savage  beast. He wanted their lovemaking to be slow and agonizingly sweet.

He waited until Denim had switched off the porch light before he started up his bike and drove away.



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Jax pulled his motorcycle into the garage, turned the, key shutting it  down, and then climbed off. As soon as he swung around, his muscles  tensed when he discovered who was standing behind him.

"Where have you been?" Her voice was sharp, demanding.

Damn. Denim was definitely effing up his head, because he didn't hear Troy come up from behind.

Jax removed his helmet and hung it on the bike. "What are you doing here?"

She chuckled softly as she sauntered into the garage. "Is that anyway to greet your mate?"

"You're not my mate," he reminded.

The fair-skinned beauty's gaze darkened and then her lips curled into a  pout. Troy always did hate being denied anything she wanted. And it was  such a shame because she was a beautiful woman. Sexy hot. Statuesque  with dark-red hair and the largest green eyes he'd ever seen. However,  there was rarely anything but bitterness in her gaze. During their three  year relationship, no matter what Jax had done, it was never enough.

"What do you want Troy." With her it was best to get straight to the point.