Wild Nights with a Lone Wolf by Elisabeth Staab Page A

but couldn’t.
    “Hot as fuck, huh?” A hand brushed Jett’s hip but he didn’t look down.
    “If you like that sort of thing.”
    “You must. You’re hard.”
    Jett shook his head, still watching the display. “It’s only the fact that they— Hey.” He turned when stray fingers that weren’t his own brushed along his dick.
    Oh, fuck a huge-assed duck. In Jett’s distraction, Kyle “Eagle Eye” Roth had entered and sidled up close. The young man pulled his hand away, but maintained a tight enough margin that Jett would brush against him if they breathed wrong. Or... right.
    Kyle was one of the tail-chasers from his father’s pack, and now Jett would definitely have to stay away from these after-hours parties. He couldn’t risk running into old pack members here. Shit, that was worse than running into someone from work.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” Like everybody else, the man wore no clothes. With nothing for Jett to grip onto except skin, he resisted the urge to reach out and grab hold of the kid’s throat for maximum threat.
    Kyle put up his hands. “Hey. Relax. I needed to talk to you.”
    “So you thought you’d try and jerk me off?”
    “My mistake.” Kyle shrugged, but the corners of his mouth turned up a fraction. Much the way a criminal stifled a smile when telling a lie.
    Jett crossed his arms over his chest. His wood had deflated, but the ridiculousness of their conversation lingered. “So what do you need to say to me? How the fuck did you even know I was here?”
    Kyle grinned openly. “I saw you before. I was at the party last month.”
    Apparently Jett wasn’t the only one with secrets. “I don’t remember seeing you.”
    “I was in the mask.”
    “The person wearing a mask was—” Jett clenched his jaw in the middle of his holy shit moment.
    “The guy getting banged in the center of the room. Yeah.” Kyle tugged his ear, looking red-faced at the floor.
    Jett shook his head. “That’s not gonna look good if my father finds out.” So they both had secrets to keep. The fact should have relieved Jett, but inexplicably all he felt was more anger.
    “But he’s not going to, is he?” Kyle stared up with sharp eyes. “Now, can we go somewhere to talk? It’s about Asher. He showed up as I was leaving, and I think his ass is in some seriously deep shit.”
    ***
    S herri opened her eyes to Ash’s handsome face. She smiled, her heart thumping with a pleasant “Hey, how’s it going?” rhythm. She hadn’t thought she’d see him again, and the surprise was a good one until she tried to reach forward and couldn’t.
    Because her hands were tied.
    The “Hey, how’s it going?” turned to “Oh, shit.” when she realized a) That horrific dream had been no dream and b) Ash was a part of this.
    She groaned. “Holy crap, I have the worst taste in men. What the hell were you supposed to be, the bait?”
    He slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced over his shoulder. “If you can hang on and let me explain,” he said slowly, “I might get us both out of here alive.” He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Good, you haven’t showered since you were with me.”
    What an odd and embarrassing observation. “Of course not. They took me from the damned parking lot. How can you tell?”
    “Your scent.” Another glance. He turned back and started on the ropes binding her wrists. “I’m going to untie you, but you have to stay put and do everything I say. Promise?”
    “I don’t think—”
    Another glance. His eyes took on a wide, wild glow. “I’m sorry to put it this way but if they think you’re my property your life will have more value. Now please promise.”
    What in God’s name? “Jeez. Okay. Yes. Now will you explain what’s going on?” One wrist came free. She worked it back and forth to ease the stiffness.
    Voices came down the hall.
    “What’s your last name?” He freed her other hand.
    She rubbed her sore wrists. “What? Walker.