only one registered as far as she knew, and the only reason she remembered was because he had a very specific, very intimidating name. “Your dad is the Beast Boar?”
“Yep. He took me in as his own when my real dad bailed. And I was brought up in a good crew. Well, my crew was bat-shit crazy, but they were family. I had good role models. But yeah.” He leaned his back on her Jeep beside her. “I think owl shifters are affectionate. I grew up watching my mom just melt against my dad when she saw him after a long day. They would stand in the kitchen for half an hour, not saying anything, just hugging each other.” Ryder swallowed hard. “I want that—being able to make someone’s day better just by holding them.”
“You’re a romantic.”
“No, I’m not. I’m very manly and unromantic. Cock, dick, finger-bang, tit-suck—”
“Okay.” She bit her lip against a smile. Ryder could deny it all he wanted, but he was straight from one of the romantic movies she liked to watch—but with a filthy mouth, a dirty mind, and a chronic boner.
“So, as far as first friend-dates go…”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“How would you rate this one?”
Lexi puffed air out her cheeks and felt like she was floating. He cared what she thought of today. “Ten out of ten for me. You?” she asked, trying to hide the hope from her voice.
Ryder gave her a sideways glance, and that sexy smile that took the corner of his lips was back. “Same.”
Gently, he pulled her in front of him between his splayed legs and dragged her hips close.
Lexi ran her hands up his muscular chest and settled her palms just under his collar bones. “How are you so warm?” she whispered in awe.
“Snowy owl,” he murmured. “I’m made for the cold.”
“I’m always cold. It’s hard for me to get warm.”
He angled his head, his eyes turning a muddier color, from blue to light brown. “We fit.”
She rested her forehead against his chest and shook her head in disbelief that just a couple of words from his lips could affect her heartrate like this. Her chest was pounding like a drum, and as she stilled against him, his was doing the same thing, as if their hearts were racing each other. Oh, she was in trouble with this one.
“Bark!”
Lexi checked on her dog around Ryder’s wide shoulders, and the little Chihuahua had pulled her body right next to the door and was looking up at them with her tongue lolled out.
“Jealous,” Lexi accused. “He’s mine right now.”
The grin slipped from Ryder’s face in an instant. “Say that again,” he murmured.
“She’s jealous.”
“No, the other part.”
Lexi hesitated until she knew her voice would come out steady. Then she ran her hands down his chest and linked their hands. “You’re mine right now.”
Ryder looked down the street and blew out a long breath. “Woman, you’re making this real hard to take our friendship slow.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said innocently.
“No, you know exactly what you’re doin’.” He gripped her waist tighter in his big, strong hands. “Everything in me wants to drive you to a back road, pull over, and flip you over in that backseat.”
“And do what?” she asked on a shocked breath.
“You know what.”
And oh, she could see it—her ass in the air, tits brushing the seat fabric, getting pounded from behind by Ryder, his powerful body flexing against hers as he drove her to release. The warmth in her middle turned to magma, and her breath trembled on every exhale.
Ryder lifted his chin but kept his now-gold eyes on hers. “You smell sexy as fuck, Lexi.” He pulled her harder against his long, thick erection and murmured, “I’m about to start making real bad decisions if I don’t say goodnight to you now.”
Did she want that? Did she want to say goodnight and get her head back on straight, or did she want to give two flying middle fingers to caution and get herself taken by the Air Ryder?
“Woman, stop
“Yep. He took me in as his own when my real dad bailed. And I was brought up in a good crew. Well, my crew was bat-shit crazy, but they were family. I had good role models. But yeah.” He leaned his back on her Jeep beside her. “I think owl shifters are affectionate. I grew up watching my mom just melt against my dad when she saw him after a long day. They would stand in the kitchen for half an hour, not saying anything, just hugging each other.” Ryder swallowed hard. “I want that—being able to make someone’s day better just by holding them.”
“You’re a romantic.”
“No, I’m not. I’m very manly and unromantic. Cock, dick, finger-bang, tit-suck—”
“Okay.” She bit her lip against a smile. Ryder could deny it all he wanted, but he was straight from one of the romantic movies she liked to watch—but with a filthy mouth, a dirty mind, and a chronic boner.
“So, as far as first friend-dates go…”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“How would you rate this one?”
Lexi puffed air out her cheeks and felt like she was floating. He cared what she thought of today. “Ten out of ten for me. You?” she asked, trying to hide the hope from her voice.
Ryder gave her a sideways glance, and that sexy smile that took the corner of his lips was back. “Same.”
Gently, he pulled her in front of him between his splayed legs and dragged her hips close.
Lexi ran her hands up his muscular chest and settled her palms just under his collar bones. “How are you so warm?” she whispered in awe.
“Snowy owl,” he murmured. “I’m made for the cold.”
“I’m always cold. It’s hard for me to get warm.”
He angled his head, his eyes turning a muddier color, from blue to light brown. “We fit.”
She rested her forehead against his chest and shook her head in disbelief that just a couple of words from his lips could affect her heartrate like this. Her chest was pounding like a drum, and as she stilled against him, his was doing the same thing, as if their hearts were racing each other. Oh, she was in trouble with this one.
“Bark!”
Lexi checked on her dog around Ryder’s wide shoulders, and the little Chihuahua had pulled her body right next to the door and was looking up at them with her tongue lolled out.
“Jealous,” Lexi accused. “He’s mine right now.”
The grin slipped from Ryder’s face in an instant. “Say that again,” he murmured.
“She’s jealous.”
“No, the other part.”
Lexi hesitated until she knew her voice would come out steady. Then she ran her hands down his chest and linked their hands. “You’re mine right now.”
Ryder looked down the street and blew out a long breath. “Woman, you’re making this real hard to take our friendship slow.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said innocently.
“No, you know exactly what you’re doin’.” He gripped her waist tighter in his big, strong hands. “Everything in me wants to drive you to a back road, pull over, and flip you over in that backseat.”
“And do what?” she asked on a shocked breath.
“You know what.”
And oh, she could see it—her ass in the air, tits brushing the seat fabric, getting pounded from behind by Ryder, his powerful body flexing against hers as he drove her to release. The warmth in her middle turned to magma, and her breath trembled on every exhale.
Ryder lifted his chin but kept his now-gold eyes on hers. “You smell sexy as fuck, Lexi.” He pulled her harder against his long, thick erection and murmured, “I’m about to start making real bad decisions if I don’t say goodnight to you now.”
Did she want that? Did she want to say goodnight and get her head back on straight, or did she want to give two flying middle fingers to caution and get herself taken by the Air Ryder?
“Woman, stop
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