Trevor.”
Might as well throw his name out there so she could start getting used to it.
“A dairy farm? Sounds like a lot of work. I’ve never actually even been close to a cow before.”
Justin smiled at her honesty. You’re about to be. And what about wolves? Have you been close to a wolf before?
Kara was in for a real shock when she discovered the extent of Justin’s and Trevor’s lives. Besides owning and operating the large dairy farm, the two had several other pack members on their staff. Not to mention the conglomeration of other farms in the area owned and operated by family and friends. It was a giant Mecca keeping the shapeshifters out of the public eye and giving them the space they needed to roam free whenever they desired. Cows never told a soul about the wolves sometimes used to herd them across the land. Downright convenient at times.
“It’s not really complicated. Cows are easy to get along with and everyone needs milk.”
“Hmm. Living in this area, I’ve always wondered what a working dairy farm was like.”
Justin squeezed her hand, leaned forward to grasp her other hand and pulled her sweet endearing face toward his. “Honey, you can come check it out any time you want.
My door is always open.” You have no idea how wide open the door is, nor how satisfied you will be after you come in .
Justin closed the last few inches between them for a long tender kiss. When he finally pulled back, Kara was breathing heavily, clearly as aroused as he was. Her cheeks were red. Her lips looked luxuriously well-kissed, wet, swollen.
A throat clearing to the side of them broke the spell.
“Your salad?” The waitress phrased it like a question. As though she were interrupting something quite a bit more important than sustenance and wasn’t entirely sure they would appreciate it. And she wasn’t too far off the mark. If Justin weren’t so hungry, he might have just grabbed Kara and headed for the truck.
Instead, he leaned back, released his grip on Kara’s hands, breaking physical contact with her for the first time that evening, regretting the loss of her warmth and spark immediately. His gaze never strayed from hers though, and they seemed to be in a staring match.
Plates appeared in front of them, a large salad in the center of the table.
“May I?” Thank goodness the waitress took the liberty of filling their plates, because Justin didn’t relish the idea of fumbling around with the salad tongs, dropping lettuce all over the table.
“Thank you,” Kara graciously replied.
When the girl had finished serving them and wandered away, Kara reached for her fork. “I’m starving. This looks delicious.”
“Yes, it does.” Fortunately Kara had glanced down at her plate to spear a vegetable and didn’t catch Justin staring at her lips. When she wrapped those lips around the mouthful and then reached her tongue out to lick a dab of salad dressing from the corner of her mouth, Justin nearly moaned. He couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around his cock. He had to discreetly reach under the table and adjust his growing erection.
“Are you going to eat?” Kara inquired with a giant grin. “Or simply watch me eat?”
Busted.
Slowly breaking himself from the spell she held him under, he swallowed. “I guess I could join you, but it was so much better just watching you enjoy yourself.” He doubted he would even taste a thing.
Justin reached for his own fork and knife and tackled the lettuce without really seeing it. Who cared about salad right now?
Soon the delicious aroma of prime steak wafted up to Justin’s nose, tantalizing his senses, as the waitress removed the salad plates and replaced them with the main course.
Kara looked down. “This looks and smells delicious. I can’t remember the last time I had a filet.” She reached for the utensils, cut a small bite and placed it in her mouth. God, how Justin wished he were the tines of the fork. How could eating a steak
Might as well throw his name out there so she could start getting used to it.
“A dairy farm? Sounds like a lot of work. I’ve never actually even been close to a cow before.”
Justin smiled at her honesty. You’re about to be. And what about wolves? Have you been close to a wolf before?
Kara was in for a real shock when she discovered the extent of Justin’s and Trevor’s lives. Besides owning and operating the large dairy farm, the two had several other pack members on their staff. Not to mention the conglomeration of other farms in the area owned and operated by family and friends. It was a giant Mecca keeping the shapeshifters out of the public eye and giving them the space they needed to roam free whenever they desired. Cows never told a soul about the wolves sometimes used to herd them across the land. Downright convenient at times.
“It’s not really complicated. Cows are easy to get along with and everyone needs milk.”
“Hmm. Living in this area, I’ve always wondered what a working dairy farm was like.”
Justin squeezed her hand, leaned forward to grasp her other hand and pulled her sweet endearing face toward his. “Honey, you can come check it out any time you want.
My door is always open.” You have no idea how wide open the door is, nor how satisfied you will be after you come in .
Justin closed the last few inches between them for a long tender kiss. When he finally pulled back, Kara was breathing heavily, clearly as aroused as he was. Her cheeks were red. Her lips looked luxuriously well-kissed, wet, swollen.
A throat clearing to the side of them broke the spell.
“Your salad?” The waitress phrased it like a question. As though she were interrupting something quite a bit more important than sustenance and wasn’t entirely sure they would appreciate it. And she wasn’t too far off the mark. If Justin weren’t so hungry, he might have just grabbed Kara and headed for the truck.
Instead, he leaned back, released his grip on Kara’s hands, breaking physical contact with her for the first time that evening, regretting the loss of her warmth and spark immediately. His gaze never strayed from hers though, and they seemed to be in a staring match.
Plates appeared in front of them, a large salad in the center of the table.
“May I?” Thank goodness the waitress took the liberty of filling their plates, because Justin didn’t relish the idea of fumbling around with the salad tongs, dropping lettuce all over the table.
“Thank you,” Kara graciously replied.
When the girl had finished serving them and wandered away, Kara reached for her fork. “I’m starving. This looks delicious.”
“Yes, it does.” Fortunately Kara had glanced down at her plate to spear a vegetable and didn’t catch Justin staring at her lips. When she wrapped those lips around the mouthful and then reached her tongue out to lick a dab of salad dressing from the corner of her mouth, Justin nearly moaned. He couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around his cock. He had to discreetly reach under the table and adjust his growing erection.
“Are you going to eat?” Kara inquired with a giant grin. “Or simply watch me eat?”
Busted.
Slowly breaking himself from the spell she held him under, he swallowed. “I guess I could join you, but it was so much better just watching you enjoy yourself.” He doubted he would even taste a thing.
Justin reached for his own fork and knife and tackled the lettuce without really seeing it. Who cared about salad right now?
Soon the delicious aroma of prime steak wafted up to Justin’s nose, tantalizing his senses, as the waitress removed the salad plates and replaced them with the main course.
Kara looked down. “This looks and smells delicious. I can’t remember the last time I had a filet.” She reached for the utensils, cut a small bite and placed it in her mouth. God, how Justin wished he were the tines of the fork. How could eating a steak
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