Hot Springs Werewolf Complete Series (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance) by Emily Cantore Page A
Authors: Emily Cantore
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land?"
"What business is it of yours?" I found my courage. Or maybe the fireball had given a little to me.
"That land used to belong to my family. Then it was stolen with the help of a Finch."
"I'm just renting the cabin. I have no idea what you're talking about."
He stopped us on the spot and suddenly we weren't dancing.
"I don't want it to happen again". His face was stony and his voice flat. Then he smiled and nodded before walking away, leaving me in the middle of the hall with no partner.
I walked back to where Katy and Tara had been but found they were gone. Great. I looked around but didn't spot them.
Feeling like everyone was watching me, I moved away from the dance floor and towards the rear of the hall. I wanted to drink another fireball or get out of there entirely. I wanted to see Red. I moved behind some hay bales and looked up at the photos on the wall. More thin people from the past in shades of sepia or black and white. I found a photo of twelve hard-faced men holding shovels and axes. The text underneath simply listed "Guile Family" with no date. Maybe they were all werewolves?
"A good-looking bunch."
I gasped and turned around to find Red standing behind me holding a glass of white wine. It was a little incongruous with his sexy cowboy look.
"Don't sneak up on me!" I smacked him on the arm. It was like hitting an iron beam.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Katy gave me a fireball."
"And yet you still have all your clothes on. You can handle your liquor."
He sipped his white wine and looked at me over the rim of the glass. Damn, the man was sexy.
"What is with the white wine? Don't cowboys drink beer?"
"Have you seen the beer they sell here? You could use it to degrease an engine."
He finished his wine and we stood there looking at each other with the slow country ballad coming to a close as the soundtrack. I suddenly wished I wasn't wearing my giant grandma underwear. Red put his glass down on a hay bale and held out his hand to me.
"Dance with me."
It wasn't a question but not a command either. I could feel an undercurrent thrumming between us. I didn't want him to ask me any questions. As I took his rough hand I realized I wanted him to take control.
The slow country song finished and the low drums of Hey Pachuco by the Royal Crown Revue begun. Being practically the most famous swing dancing song of all time, the floor was immediately filled. Red put his arm around me and pulled me close. For an instant I thought he might kiss me but then he pulled away and we started dancing.
Swing dancing and sex.
Fast and slow. Pulling out moves from the bag of tricks. Heavy breathing. Bodies touching. Two people moving in rhythm.
The world slipped away and it was just the two of us. Red moved with grace and power, spinning me away, pulling me back. The song was short but in those few minutes I went from a low simmer to a boil. Red in front of me. His hand on my back. Red behind me, our bodies touching for a moment. A final twirl and the song ended. The world returned with a hall full of people cheering and me seeing no one but the cowboy.
I took his hand and pulled him off the dance floor, heading for the back of the hall. Crazy ideas were running through my mind and most of them were based on the open door and set of stairs back there. Finding somewhere to be alone.
I stopped and turned around, Red's hand still in mine. He smiled at me and the look on his face sent tingles rushing through me. I noticed the cut on his face from yesterday was nowhere to be seen and then that thought vanished a moment later when he stepped forward and kissed me.
Spice and heat.
His hand was on my lower back, pulling me forward. I could feel the strength of his body, the raw power within him.
The kiss ended too soon, Red pulling back. His eyes were tinting golden, fixed on me. He moved forward and his lips touched my ear.
"Upstairs. End of the corridor. Take off your underwear."
He didn't have to add now but I could
"What business is it of yours?" I found my courage. Or maybe the fireball had given a little to me.
"That land used to belong to my family. Then it was stolen with the help of a Finch."
"I'm just renting the cabin. I have no idea what you're talking about."
He stopped us on the spot and suddenly we weren't dancing.
"I don't want it to happen again". His face was stony and his voice flat. Then he smiled and nodded before walking away, leaving me in the middle of the hall with no partner.
I walked back to where Katy and Tara had been but found they were gone. Great. I looked around but didn't spot them.
Feeling like everyone was watching me, I moved away from the dance floor and towards the rear of the hall. I wanted to drink another fireball or get out of there entirely. I wanted to see Red. I moved behind some hay bales and looked up at the photos on the wall. More thin people from the past in shades of sepia or black and white. I found a photo of twelve hard-faced men holding shovels and axes. The text underneath simply listed "Guile Family" with no date. Maybe they were all werewolves?
"A good-looking bunch."
I gasped and turned around to find Red standing behind me holding a glass of white wine. It was a little incongruous with his sexy cowboy look.
"Don't sneak up on me!" I smacked him on the arm. It was like hitting an iron beam.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Katy gave me a fireball."
"And yet you still have all your clothes on. You can handle your liquor."
He sipped his white wine and looked at me over the rim of the glass. Damn, the man was sexy.
"What is with the white wine? Don't cowboys drink beer?"
"Have you seen the beer they sell here? You could use it to degrease an engine."
He finished his wine and we stood there looking at each other with the slow country ballad coming to a close as the soundtrack. I suddenly wished I wasn't wearing my giant grandma underwear. Red put his glass down on a hay bale and held out his hand to me.
"Dance with me."
It wasn't a question but not a command either. I could feel an undercurrent thrumming between us. I didn't want him to ask me any questions. As I took his rough hand I realized I wanted him to take control.
The slow country song finished and the low drums of Hey Pachuco by the Royal Crown Revue begun. Being practically the most famous swing dancing song of all time, the floor was immediately filled. Red put his arm around me and pulled me close. For an instant I thought he might kiss me but then he pulled away and we started dancing.
Swing dancing and sex.
Fast and slow. Pulling out moves from the bag of tricks. Heavy breathing. Bodies touching. Two people moving in rhythm.
The world slipped away and it was just the two of us. Red moved with grace and power, spinning me away, pulling me back. The song was short but in those few minutes I went from a low simmer to a boil. Red in front of me. His hand on my back. Red behind me, our bodies touching for a moment. A final twirl and the song ended. The world returned with a hall full of people cheering and me seeing no one but the cowboy.
I took his hand and pulled him off the dance floor, heading for the back of the hall. Crazy ideas were running through my mind and most of them were based on the open door and set of stairs back there. Finding somewhere to be alone.
I stopped and turned around, Red's hand still in mine. He smiled at me and the look on his face sent tingles rushing through me. I noticed the cut on his face from yesterday was nowhere to be seen and then that thought vanished a moment later when he stepped forward and kissed me.
Spice and heat.
His hand was on my lower back, pulling me forward. I could feel the strength of his body, the raw power within him.
The kiss ended too soon, Red pulling back. His eyes were tinting golden, fixed on me. He moved forward and his lips touched my ear.
"Upstairs. End of the corridor. Take off your underwear."
He didn't have to add now but I could
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