down the hall, the sound of the front door shutting propelling Tom into action.
“God, I’m sorry.” He reached for his underwear and jeans, drawing them up in one motion while he talked. “We can...yeah...maybe later, right? I’m going upstairs with Elizabeth. You can have the bed in here.”
He yanked his shirt off the floor and closed the door behind him, never once looking her in the eye.
What was it with her and men? She slid one finger inside her while circling her clit with another. Two strokes later and her hips bucked, the orgasm rippling through her. Her body relieved, she wished she could say the same about her heart.
She walked into the bathroom and started cleaning herself with a wet washcloth. How would she face Tom tomorrow? She understood his need to be with his daughter and it was just plain weird to even try to have sex under the circumstances, but still. He could have stuck around long enough get her off too.
Although that wasn’t fair, was it? Yes, yes it was. Even if he was embarrassed. Everyone knows men can’t always control those things. Vonda pitched the washcloth onto the rim of the bathtub. Still. The mating heat hadn’t abated. She could do with a dose of Tom right about now.
But she knew getting him back into the bedroom would be a challenge.
Good thing she loved challenges. She had what was left of the night and all day tomorrow to come up with a plan. Vonda smiled. Yep, Tom would soon discover werewolves didn’t give up so easily.
Chapter 7
Tom walked in the back door, leaned against the wall and pulled his muddy boots off. He heard the female voices like a squabble of geese, pecking around the kitchen. Vonda’s laughter rang out and then the squabble dropped to a manageable volume.
Shit. He’d managed to avoid Vonda all day. What did you say to a woman when you came all over her and then left the room? Thanks? And what an ass he was, didn’t even bother to see to her pleasure.
The only good thing that came of it was he knew his dick still worked in front of a woman.
Now he had to face Vonda and how embarrassing was that. Maybe he could sneak up the back stairs.
“Daddy!” Elizabeth ran around the corner, smack into him, her skinny arms surrounding his waist with a squeeze.
Or maybe he couldn’t sneak anywhere.
“Is that you, Tom?” Vonda called.
Yep, not sneaking anywhere. Time to face her. He was a big boy, really. Yep, yep.
“Come on, Daddy. Margie’s been telling us about the pack.” Elizabeth tugged his hand, drawing him into the kitchen.
Within a few hours, Margie had gone from Elizabeth’s worst enemy to her best friend. And wasn’t that a good thing. Made things easier on him too.
Margie and Vonda sat at the kitchen table, tea cups in front of them. An extra cup sat in front of an empty chair. Elizabeth slid into the empty and took a sip out of her cup.
“Want some tea, Dad?”
“No, sweetie, I’m good. Just going to change out of these clothes, then I’ll come back and fix dinner, okay?” He rubbed his hand over her head, chuckling as she ducked and squeaked, “Daddy!”
He walked out of the room toward his bedroom, feeling Vonda’s eyes on him. Way to continue to avoid her, Tom.
He had to face her eventually, no getting around it. She would be living here now. Taking Anita’s place. Tom grabbed onto the dresser, steadying himself. Not only did he have to deal with his little failure in the bedroom last night, but now he realized he needed to come to grips with Vonda, for all intents and purposes, being his wife.
Anita looked out at him from the photo taken the day of their wedding, her eyes glistening with love. Some of the last coherent words she’d spoken to him asked him to find someone else, someone to keep him warm at night. She was gone, had been gone for four years, her death releasing him from his wedding vows, so why did he feel like being with Vonda was cheating?
It wasn’t. Definitely wasn’t cheating.
Layla walked
“God, I’m sorry.” He reached for his underwear and jeans, drawing them up in one motion while he talked. “We can...yeah...maybe later, right? I’m going upstairs with Elizabeth. You can have the bed in here.”
He yanked his shirt off the floor and closed the door behind him, never once looking her in the eye.
What was it with her and men? She slid one finger inside her while circling her clit with another. Two strokes later and her hips bucked, the orgasm rippling through her. Her body relieved, she wished she could say the same about her heart.
She walked into the bathroom and started cleaning herself with a wet washcloth. How would she face Tom tomorrow? She understood his need to be with his daughter and it was just plain weird to even try to have sex under the circumstances, but still. He could have stuck around long enough get her off too.
Although that wasn’t fair, was it? Yes, yes it was. Even if he was embarrassed. Everyone knows men can’t always control those things. Vonda pitched the washcloth onto the rim of the bathtub. Still. The mating heat hadn’t abated. She could do with a dose of Tom right about now.
But she knew getting him back into the bedroom would be a challenge.
Good thing she loved challenges. She had what was left of the night and all day tomorrow to come up with a plan. Vonda smiled. Yep, Tom would soon discover werewolves didn’t give up so easily.
Chapter 7
Tom walked in the back door, leaned against the wall and pulled his muddy boots off. He heard the female voices like a squabble of geese, pecking around the kitchen. Vonda’s laughter rang out and then the squabble dropped to a manageable volume.
Shit. He’d managed to avoid Vonda all day. What did you say to a woman when you came all over her and then left the room? Thanks? And what an ass he was, didn’t even bother to see to her pleasure.
The only good thing that came of it was he knew his dick still worked in front of a woman.
Now he had to face Vonda and how embarrassing was that. Maybe he could sneak up the back stairs.
“Daddy!” Elizabeth ran around the corner, smack into him, her skinny arms surrounding his waist with a squeeze.
Or maybe he couldn’t sneak anywhere.
“Is that you, Tom?” Vonda called.
Yep, not sneaking anywhere. Time to face her. He was a big boy, really. Yep, yep.
“Come on, Daddy. Margie’s been telling us about the pack.” Elizabeth tugged his hand, drawing him into the kitchen.
Within a few hours, Margie had gone from Elizabeth’s worst enemy to her best friend. And wasn’t that a good thing. Made things easier on him too.
Margie and Vonda sat at the kitchen table, tea cups in front of them. An extra cup sat in front of an empty chair. Elizabeth slid into the empty and took a sip out of her cup.
“Want some tea, Dad?”
“No, sweetie, I’m good. Just going to change out of these clothes, then I’ll come back and fix dinner, okay?” He rubbed his hand over her head, chuckling as she ducked and squeaked, “Daddy!”
He walked out of the room toward his bedroom, feeling Vonda’s eyes on him. Way to continue to avoid her, Tom.
He had to face her eventually, no getting around it. She would be living here now. Taking Anita’s place. Tom grabbed onto the dresser, steadying himself. Not only did he have to deal with his little failure in the bedroom last night, but now he realized he needed to come to grips with Vonda, for all intents and purposes, being his wife.
Anita looked out at him from the photo taken the day of their wedding, her eyes glistening with love. Some of the last coherent words she’d spoken to him asked him to find someone else, someone to keep him warm at night. She was gone, had been gone for four years, her death releasing him from his wedding vows, so why did he feel like being with Vonda was cheating?
It wasn’t. Definitely wasn’t cheating.
Layla walked
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