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Panting, Sara leaned back against the wall. Her eyes closed, her fingers finally loosening
from his thick hair. He slowly began to pull away but not before he licked the inside of her
thigh which, inexplicably, Sara found really sweet.
Sara thought she might go to sleep right there. In this dingy little shack. But the sound of
cloth ripping forced her to open her eyes. Zach had taken off his T-shirt and was ripping
several strips of material. She marveled at his body. Tanned skin stretched over thick
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muscles as broad shoulders and chest narrowed into a tapered waist. The bastard simply
had no idea how gorgeous he was, or the affect he had on her.
Looks like I scratched your leg a bit.
She looked at her thigh but he had already begun wrapping material around it. But she
really didn t give a shit. Right at the moment, she didn t give a shit about anything.
Until she heard Miki screaming her name a few hundred feet from the shack she was in.
The thought of having to explain this to her friends was just too much. Without thinking
she snapped to attention, kneeing Zach right in the face. Oh, sorry, she muttered
absently. She pushed him out of the way, slammed her hat back on her head, and charged
out the door.
***
Zach sat on the floor of what even he would consider a hovel. Shirtless. His favorite T-
shirt in shreds. His jaw in complete agony from where her knee had slammed into it. And
he was busy trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
He had one simple mission for himself when he brought her here. To stop her pain. It was
killing her. He could see that as plainly as her cute little nose. And he figured he needed to
try Marrec s suggestion of bleeding her. From there he decided that explaining the truth
would just scare her off, so he had to distract her some how. Okay. Simple enough. She
seemed to be enjoying his hands on her, so why not a little hand job? Couldn t hurt. 5
minutes out of his day. That was the plan. But the more he rubbed her leg, the more his
dick got hard. The more she made that little sound in the back of her throat, the more his
dick got hard. And then she kissed him. Like that first night, but she wasn t drunk. She
knew exactly what she was doing and that made it even hotter. She wanted him. And
before he knew it, he was on his knees, his face buried in her pussy. He could still feel her
hands in his hair and hear that little growling sound she made&
Zach gave a growl of his own and stood up. Fuck this shit. He angrily yanked off his
boots and jeans. Standing naked in the middle of the room, he shifted.
A few minutes later, a 200-pound dark brown wolf silently padded out of the shack. He
smelled her scent in the air and knew exactly the direction she had gone to meet up with
her friends he turned and trotted off the opposite way.
Chapter Seven
She had easily gotten through the intense question rtion of the evening: Where did you
go? No where. Did you see Zach? Nope. What happened to your leg? Just a scratch.
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She flew through Miki s 20 minute analysis on the group s business some of the hottest
clubs she d heard of in San Francisco, Seattle, New York, London, Milan, the list just
went on and on and why a bunch of so-called club owners would be in a little dinky
town in Texas throwing a rave.
But it was Angelina s innocent I had so much fun tonight while they were driving home
that Sara simply couldn t take the pressure any more.
I M A WHORE! She screeched.
Miki hit the brakes of the white pickup, causing the vehicle to fish tale. It stopped in the
middle of the deserted highway.
The three friends sat in the vehicle, not moving, not speaking. They stared out at the big,
star-filled Texas sky.
Miki, her hands still gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Sara You re not wearing any
underwear, are you?
Sara let out a strangled squeal and buried her head in her hands.
Angelina and Miki burst out laughing.
Bitches. Sara muttered.
***
It had been a busy night for Sara. A slammin rave. Head from a stranger. And shit from
her friends. But she was sure it was the mere three hours of sleep that was making her
unbelievably cranky. She d already ripped poor Marrec s head off when she got to work.
He d run out and gotten her a large cup of coffee, like an offering to some evil bitch
goddess, then scurried away to his workshop to finish off some guy s order. She didn t
blame him. She was being a total bitch and she knew it. She blamed Zach.
Zach. That was a stupid name. He was stupid. Stupid big armed, big handed bastard. Both
Miki and Angelina assured her that she would never see the guy again.
Honey, he s a biker. He got his wings and flew. That was after they had arrived back at
her apartment. During this portion of the conversation, she had buried her head in the
couch, her hands over her ears, but her friends weren t giving her a break.
Would you prefer we lied to you, Miki asked, Tell you he s going to marry you and
take you away from all this.
We love you too much to do that. Angelina added.
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Yeah. Sure. That was it.
Sara flipped through a magazine she found lying around. She figured it was Angelina s
since it was all the newest fashions, none of which she knew. But she wasn t reading
anything. She wasn t even seeing the pictures. All she kept seeing were those big hands
and those beautiful hazel eyes. She kept remembering how his tongue tasted and the feel
of his hands on her legs& between her thighs&
Hi.
Nothing! She snapped, for no reason in particular. She saw Angelina in front of her.
Hmm, I wonder what you ve been thinking about? Her friend asked with mock
innocence.
Sara sneered at her. Why are you here?
I was just seeing how my best friend was doing after her recent bout with promiscuity?
I m tired and cranky.
Clearly. Angelina tugged on her friend s jacket. Come on. Let s get out of here. I ll get
you lunch or something.
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