Wilde About Her (Wilde Pack Series)(18)

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he ordered and with his assistance she  crossed her ankles just above his ass. Then he was plunging deeper and  harder. Denim was moaning and crying at the same time and was seconds  away from the moment ending when she felt his erection tighten and then  pulse.

"Denim!" he howled.

"Yes  …  yesss!" She wailed, then exploded around his cock. Jax groaned  and thrust long, hard and deep before his body bucked and drove home  with his release. By the time his hips stilled, Denim had sagged against  the tree and exhaled.

Completely spent, Jax snaked an arm around her waist, and they clung to  each other. The silence of the night stole over her as her heartbeat  slowed and breathing eased.

If Denim hadn't known it before, she knew it now. She was falling for Jax Wilde.





13



Jax made sure Denim was safely inside, then he headed home through the  forest. He removed his clothes and left them inside the treehouse, then  quickly shifted into his wolf just in case Troy or another member of her  pack was lurking in the corner. He was certain the evening's encounter  was just her jealous rage, but he wasn't taking any chances.

He crouched low, close to the ground, and prowled through the forest  sniffing along the way. At least he no longer smelled Troy anywhere  around. Nevertheless, the psycho ex-girlfriend behavior had to stop.

As he traveled through the forest, he thought about how close Troy had  come to attacking Denim tonight. Her chest had been heaving. Her breath  panting, and her entire body shaking. If he hadn't been outdoors, if he  hadn't sensed she was in trouble, there was no telling … .

Jax didn't want to think about that. Instead he thought about what  happened this evening and one thing he knew for sure, Denim was his  mate. The way she made him feel, he had never felt with a she-wolf. It  was ridiculous to think that denying what he was feeling was the way to  go just to keep the bloodline pure. Denim was his and he had waited for  her for so very long.         

     



 

He hadn't planned for their first mating to be in the forest only  seconds after she had been fighting for her life, but when he'd smelled  her arousal lingering in the air, his cock had felt so tight and ready  to explode, he had lost all control. Once he was seated deep inside her,  the scent of her flooded his nose and then there was no stopping him.  He had pumped away with her hips rocking as he brought them both to  satisfaction.

Jax pushed the thoughts aside and entered the house through the  underground tunnels. Once inside, he returned to human form and slipped  into clothes he kept in a closet in the great room downstairs. As soon  as he was dressed Jax slid into the bathroom to wash the dirt from his  hands, then moved upstairs. Aidan was standing in the hall talking on  his cell phone when he spotted Jax. Instantly, he ended the call and  followed him into his bedroom.

"Yo, Jax. What did you do to Troy? She just called me, going off!" he blurted out. "She said you attacked her."

He walked over to his bed and took a seat, then glared up at Aidan. The  rage had returned and he felt his incisors grow long and hard in his  mouth. Troy was out to start trouble, and he had to stop her before she  did. "She tried to attack Denim tonight."

"What the fuck? Is she alright?"

A growl rumbled deep in the base of his throat as he nodded. "I just happened to be out in the field and heard her."

Aidan shook his head and took a seat on his futon. "Damn dude. You sure  Denim is worth all this … " he purposely allowed his voice to trail off.

He gave him a hard stare. Brother or no brother, Jax felt a level of  possessiveness he'd never experienced before. "Denim's my soulmate. And  don't start …  I didn't want to believe it, but now I have no choice but  to accept we're meant to be together."

"But she's human," he reminded.

He met Aidan's inquisitive gaze head on. "None of that seems to matter anymore."

Aidan shook his head, smiling. "I can see that."

"Denim's mine." The beast in him raged possessively. It was his job to  protect his mate. He was meant to share his life with Denim and nothing  or no one was going to stand in his way.





14



"If I wanted to spend my lunch hour alone, I would have stayed at my desk and read a book."

Denim blinked, then blushed. "Sorry, Quinn. I was thinking about something."

"Something or someone?" she asked with a knowing look.

Still blushing, Denim dropped her eyes to her plate.

Quinn was sitting at the counter and it was the lunch rush. As usual,  Pappy's was filled with hungry folks. Denim had been working nonstop  since she'd arrived to serve breakfast, which was probably a good thing.  Otherwise, she would have been lost in thought thinking about Jax.  Although despite how loud the diner was, nothing could drown out the  banging of her own heart.

Why can't I stop thinking about him?

There was a confidence about Jax and an air of power that radiated from  the way his body moved, the look in his eyes, and the timbre of his  voice. He could easily have controlled her, possessed her, held her  captive with a gaze or a single touch. She shook her head to scatter her  thoughts. There was no sense in letting her imagination get the best of  her. Jax didn't believe in mixing breeds, which meant they didn't have a  future. A summer fling. That was all it would ever be. And when it was  over she would head back home to decide the next phase of her life.

If only she could get her body and heart to listen.

"Are you going to tell me how your date was with Jax?"

Reluctantly, Denim met her curious gaze. "It was nice."

"Nice?" Quinn gave her an incredulous look. "There is nothing nice about dating a Wilde. Arousing …  dangerous …  but not nice."

Her words made her blush. "He took me to dinner."

Quinn pointed a fork at her. "Uh-huh, and after all these years, you still like Jax?"

"Yeah, I guess I do," Denim admitted and before she could question her  further, she walked to the other end of the counter and cleared away  plates.

"I can't believe it," Quinn began when Denim returned. "Jax has always  been to himself and I can't remember the last girl he dated from around  here." Her eyes met Denim's and then twinkled. "Aren't you the lucky  one?"

Denim smirked, but didn't say much in fear of saying more than she  needed and accidentally slipping. She'd told the truth when she vowed  she'd never say anything about Jax being a shifter. A town this small,  he and his family would be tarred and feathered, and she would never be  able to forgive herself.         

     



 

"So, you do still like him? I mean …  I remember how you used to talk  about his big head all the time when he wasn't pulling your hair."

Denim nodded and burst with laughter. "I know, right. Yes, I still like him."

"Oooh! Look at you! I can see it all over your face." Leaning closer,  Quinn whispered. "Did you kiss him? Because if he kisses anything like  his brother … "

Her lips tingled just thinking about it. And there was nothing she'd  like better than for Jax to kiss her again. Just the thought had Denim  sighing.

"What's the deal with you and Chayton, by the way?"

Denim noticed the way Quinn's eyes rolled to the top of her head at the  mention of him. "We dated for a brief moment, but I always felt like he  was hiding something."

Ya think! He's a werewolf. Of course, she couldn't tell her that.

"It was probably another woman. So … , I stopped seeing him." Quinn  released a slow shaky breath and went back to eating her food, but Denim  could see the hurt on her face. She had a feeling Quinn liked Chayton a  lot more than she cared to admit. But apparently he didn't trust her  enough to tell her the truth. She wondered, if she hadn't discovered the  truth on her own if Jax would have ever told her? That was one question  she would probably never know the answer to.

"Anyway, I got tired of trying to figure him out. I've been talking to  this guy I met in San Antonio for a few weeks now. He's pretty awesome."  She gave a silly grin, then bit into a half-eaten fish sandwich.

They chatted some more and then the diner got busy again, so she was off  helping customers. By the time Denim was turning in their orders, Quinn  had tossed a tip onto the counter. "I'll call you later," she said and  headed back to work.

She worked nonstop through the lunch rush, which left very little time  to think about Jax or what had transpired three nights ago.

She was sleeping with a werewolf.

That realization still had her in a daze. Denim had always believed they  were something you read about, or saw in the movies, but in fact they  really did exist. Hey everybody, we have werewolves living right here in  Justice! Better yet, she was dating one! And Jax was one sexy beast.