A Night with a Wolf (Werewolf Romance Rough Sex Erotica) (Moon Bay Pack) by Celia Sykes Page A

keys,” Earl said. He slapped Cooper on the back and then headed back into the bar. A minute later, we were on our way back across town. Cooper stared straight ahead as he cut across the roads that led back toward my father’s house.
    “I can drive myself home, you know. I don’t need protection from your buddies at the bar. I can handle myself fine.”
    Cooper let out a short laugh and didn’t turn his attention away from the road.
    “Is there something funny about that?” I asked. I don’t know if it was my frustration or his unwillingness to even look at me, but Cooper had gotten under my skin, and I just wanted him to leave.
    “You think this is my idea of fun, playing chauffer?” Cooper said. He pulled off his hat and ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair as he looked in the rearview mirror. “I work eighty hours a week during the summer. Tomorrow is my first day off in weeks, and I’ll be damned if I spend it watching your ass because my father thinks you’re a danger to everyone around you.”
    “I’m dangerous?” I replied.
    “You’re in heat. We’ll have fifty wolves at each other’s throats in minutes if you don’t watch your ass.”
    “I’m sorry, look, is there anywhere where we can at least get a bite to eat? I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and there’s no food at my dad’s place.
    Cooper checked the rearview mirror again and then clicked on the turn signal as he slowed down. “Fine, we eat and then head back.”
    ***
    Cooper brought me to a place on the other side of town. It was quiet and well lit place, half diner and half bar. There was a pool table off to one side of the dining area. “No wolves on this side of town,” Cooper said as we sat down at a table. “We’ll be fine here for a while.”
    “Do you come here often?”
    “Been here once or twice,” Cooper said. He had a wry grin. I wondered what he was up to.
    I looked at the pool table in the corner. “You play?”
    Cooper grinned. “Yeah, I play some.”
    “I’ll play you for dinner,” I replied.
    Cooper ordered a pitcher of beer and walked over to the table. “Sounds good to me.” He picked up a pool cue and looked at it for a while. “You aren’t hustling me are you?” He said with a laugh. He still had that smile on his face. For all of his fuck-off country churlishness, he sure seemed to be having a good time.
    “Hey Gil, you got my stick?”
    From behind the counter, a man in a grease-stained shirt walked over with a pool cue and handed it to Cooper.
    “Uh oh” I said.  Within a minute and a half, Cooper had sunk every last ball. I didn’t even get a chance. When he looked back at me, Cooper couldn’t keep a straight face. I knew I had been played, but I was alright with that. He still had no idea that I wasn’t half bad myself. “How about I take my turn now? Can you set up the balls? If I can get a few in we’ll call it a draw.” I grabbed the cue from Cooper’s hand and set up for the shot. “Do I hold it like this?” I asked, pretending to have no idea what I was doing. Cooper swung around me and slid his hand down my arm.
    “I can show you how to shoot, if you’d like to learn.”
    As much as I liked the sound of that, and as much as I liked feeling Cooper’s hand on my arm, I wasn’t about to let him show me up like that. Two minutes later, it was Cooper’s turn to stand in disbelief. “Where exactly does a city girl like you learn to play pool like that?” He asked, staring at me as I sank the last ball.
    “Maybe you underestimate me,” I said.  “Let’s eat.” I winked at him. “Don’t worry, we can split the bill.”
    ***
    Five minutes later, before the food even arrived, we were back at the table, sitting next to each other on the bench as we drank. I began to think that maybe this night wasn’t going to be so bad. After all, if I had been looking to take a good-looking guy back home with me, I was halfway there. I wondered if Cooper was into me or if he