traitors.
"You called a prime werewolf a kitten?" Nathan asked Collin in between breaths. "And you’re still alive?"
Collin chuckled, and then took a few steps away from me, presumably to gain a safe distance from me and my mean left hook, before he said, "I called her a puppy, too."
And with that statement, everyone including myself, shared in a good laugh. Considering all the bullshit we were knee deep in, it was well needed. I might not like to be called kitten or puppy, or any cutesy name for that matter, but if anyone could get away with it, it would be Collin. A man I've known for less than twelve hours stole my heart away and turned me into a softy. I'd have to make sure he paid for that later.
Only if I get to name the currency, my luscious lollipop.
Ugh, you’re impossible!
"You’re doing it again," Harper said, throwing her hands up. "What gives?"
"We can communicate telepathically with each other. It's one of the side effects of breaking the curse."
I had explained to her one night over a bottle of Tequila, and about a gallon of Cherry Garcia, the origins of my family’s curse. She was surprisingly very supportive and believed me immediately. I knew then I had a great friend in her. Who else would put up with a werewolf-vampire spawn that was also burdened with a curse? She thought it was pretty cool, and actually loved the fact I was part vamp.
"Well...you're now having incredible sex and intimate mind melds," she said thoughtfully. She jumped out of bed and walked over to me. "I couldn't be happier for you," she said in a rare moment of seriousness. After giving me a quick hug she turned me around and pushed me towards the door with a slap on the ass. It was certainly taking a beating today. "Everyone out," she ordered. "There’s only so much I can take before my morning coffee and putting on my face. See you guys after I'm decent."
The door slammed behind us. I was used to Harper's routine and her brashness when it came down to getting in between her and her caffeine, but the guys weren't. They were still standing there like idiots, staring blindly at the closed door. They didn't know what hit them.
"She doesn't hold back, does she?" Collin said.
"Not in the least," I answered honestly.
I heard the grumbling exhaust of a custom Harley plod its way up Nathan's driveway. The sound immediately made me think of my father. I grinned at the remembered rides he used to take me on. Those were always my favorite times with him. He would tell me that the wind in his hair and the open road was his idea of heaven. So now, when it's storming out and the thunder is shaking up the stratosphere, I imagine that it’s my father riding his hog across the open sky.
"I really wish you could have met my father," I said, getting up from my comfortable perch on Collin’s lap. "I think he would have really liked you."
"From what I've seen from the memories you have of him, I'm positive that I would have liked him too."
Collin stood up from the couch we had been snuggling on just moments before, and pulled me to him. After a long, tasty kiss that didn't last nearly long enough, he went to answer the knock on the door.
"I'm going to round everyone up. Just bring Milo down to the basement. There’s more room there," I said.
"Your every wish is my command," Collin replied with a sexy crooked smile.
The house seemed too quiet. I made my way to the back where Nathan's room was and peeked into the cracked door. He was passed out, sprawled sideways on his bed. I debated on if I should wake him or not and decided against it. His rest was well deserved.
When I turned to go find Harper, my face smashed up against something hard. I inhaled leather and my fingers came to rest on a nest of long blonde hair.
"Is Nathan in there?" an unfamiliar voice asked me as I pushed myself off and away from him.
"You must be Milo," I said, twitching my sour nose.
He grinned and peeked around me through the door.
"The one and only.
"You called a prime werewolf a kitten?" Nathan asked Collin in between breaths. "And you’re still alive?"
Collin chuckled, and then took a few steps away from me, presumably to gain a safe distance from me and my mean left hook, before he said, "I called her a puppy, too."
And with that statement, everyone including myself, shared in a good laugh. Considering all the bullshit we were knee deep in, it was well needed. I might not like to be called kitten or puppy, or any cutesy name for that matter, but if anyone could get away with it, it would be Collin. A man I've known for less than twelve hours stole my heart away and turned me into a softy. I'd have to make sure he paid for that later.
Only if I get to name the currency, my luscious lollipop.
Ugh, you’re impossible!
"You’re doing it again," Harper said, throwing her hands up. "What gives?"
"We can communicate telepathically with each other. It's one of the side effects of breaking the curse."
I had explained to her one night over a bottle of Tequila, and about a gallon of Cherry Garcia, the origins of my family’s curse. She was surprisingly very supportive and believed me immediately. I knew then I had a great friend in her. Who else would put up with a werewolf-vampire spawn that was also burdened with a curse? She thought it was pretty cool, and actually loved the fact I was part vamp.
"Well...you're now having incredible sex and intimate mind melds," she said thoughtfully. She jumped out of bed and walked over to me. "I couldn't be happier for you," she said in a rare moment of seriousness. After giving me a quick hug she turned me around and pushed me towards the door with a slap on the ass. It was certainly taking a beating today. "Everyone out," she ordered. "There’s only so much I can take before my morning coffee and putting on my face. See you guys after I'm decent."
The door slammed behind us. I was used to Harper's routine and her brashness when it came down to getting in between her and her caffeine, but the guys weren't. They were still standing there like idiots, staring blindly at the closed door. They didn't know what hit them.
"She doesn't hold back, does she?" Collin said.
"Not in the least," I answered honestly.
I heard the grumbling exhaust of a custom Harley plod its way up Nathan's driveway. The sound immediately made me think of my father. I grinned at the remembered rides he used to take me on. Those were always my favorite times with him. He would tell me that the wind in his hair and the open road was his idea of heaven. So now, when it's storming out and the thunder is shaking up the stratosphere, I imagine that it’s my father riding his hog across the open sky.
"I really wish you could have met my father," I said, getting up from my comfortable perch on Collin’s lap. "I think he would have really liked you."
"From what I've seen from the memories you have of him, I'm positive that I would have liked him too."
Collin stood up from the couch we had been snuggling on just moments before, and pulled me to him. After a long, tasty kiss that didn't last nearly long enough, he went to answer the knock on the door.
"I'm going to round everyone up. Just bring Milo down to the basement. There’s more room there," I said.
"Your every wish is my command," Collin replied with a sexy crooked smile.
The house seemed too quiet. I made my way to the back where Nathan's room was and peeked into the cracked door. He was passed out, sprawled sideways on his bed. I debated on if I should wake him or not and decided against it. His rest was well deserved.
When I turned to go find Harper, my face smashed up against something hard. I inhaled leather and my fingers came to rest on a nest of long blonde hair.
"Is Nathan in there?" an unfamiliar voice asked me as I pushed myself off and away from him.
"You must be Milo," I said, twitching my sour nose.
He grinned and peeked around me through the door.
"The one and only.
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