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The second thing I can count on is Keenan’s urge to take his aggression out on his mate in the sexiest of ways. And I am down for that!
The second we enter the bungalow, he drops the grocery bags and picks me up. I wrap my arms and legs around him, meeting his lips as they descend to mine. We tangle tongues as he backs toward the bedroom, slamming into a wall before orienting himself.
I tear my lips from his. “Out by the pool,” I say breathlessly. “I want to feel the sun on my back as I climb on top of you.”
A groan rips from his throat and he bites at my flesh, placing stinging kisses beneath my ear as he stumbles us toward the back of the house. I grope for the door, unlatching it and turning the knob while he kicks it open in a practiced move because we’ve done it half a dozen times before.
Once we started having sex… well, we never really stopped. It’s been going on five or six times a day and night for weeks. We do it every chance we get. In every room of our house, outside by the pool, next to the bushes, even once in the neighbor’s yard when they left for the evening. Sometimes we do it in the Jeep in the garage, sometimes on the driveway.
We try to restrain ourselves when I’m working but we’re overcome by… umm… the natural order. We’ve rocked my trailer a dozen times and the other day, I almost got caught giving him a blowjob in the storage room. We’d told the startled assistant we were making sure the shelves were bolted down.
“Keenan.” I freeze in his arms.
He tightens his hold, nipping at my neck as he mumbles, “What, sweetheart? You want it on the lounger, or should we take it to the grass this time?”
“Nowhere,” I say, unwinding and lowering my legs to the ground.
“What?” He looks confused.
“There’s a dragon floating in our pool.”
His brows lower and he turns to confront the pink dragon who stands in the pool, water splashing everywhere. Laughing, I approach, waving up at her scaly head. “Pinky! When did you get here?”
She shifts to human, disappearing beneath the water for a moment before resurfacing. She swims to the edge, grinning up at me. “I’ve been here for hours. I ate all the leftovers in your fridge and then came out here to wait for you. Thought you’d be home ages ago.”
I sit on the pool deck, dipping my feet into the water. “Zach’s filming schedule is nuts. I’m there from sunup to sundown most days, but he let me leave early today. I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t wait to show you the set!”
Keenan stands next to me, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. I’m worried he’s annoyed at Pinky for breaking in, but when I dip into his thoughts, I can see he likes her. He sees her as a good guardian for me, which makes her friendship valuable to him.
I smack his foot. “She’s not my guardian, she’s my best friend. It’s not her job to look out for me.”
Pinky and Keenan share a glance and when she doesn’t meet my eyes, I wonder if maybe she does think of herself as my guardian. It doesn’t matter, Pinky is my friend and I have her back as much as she has mine.
She climbs naked out of the pool and wraps herself in a towel. “C’mon, I want to see what you brought home to eat. All that swimming made me hungry.”
After I’ve made up a guest room for Pinky and cooked some bean and cheese burritos for my hungry shifters, we sit in the backyard next to a cheerful fire Keenan built in the brick firepit.
“Why did you come?” Keenan asks Pinky.
I smack him. “She doesn’t need a reason to visit.”
“Thanks, Ness,” she says, flashing me a grin. “I sort of do have reasons for coming, though the most important one is a visit with my bestie. The other stuff could’ve been said over the phone, but I figured I should check this place out and make sure Mesa isn’t messing with my girl.”
Grinning, I throw an arm around her. “Why else did you come then?”
Her expression grows serious and instead of looking at me, her gaze meets Keenan’s. “You two have become the toast of Tinseltown since you’ve been away. The story of your arrest has become wildly romanticized and there’s some speculation that you two tied the knot during your visit to Wolf-Haven.”
“We know all that,” I tell her. “Laz calls regularly to keep me updated. He says the publicity is great and should land me more roles after this one.”
“Good for him,” she replies, her voice hardening. “But he’s thinking from a human perspective. Attention has never been a good thing for shifters.”
Guilt strikes me as I realize I hadn’t thought of how all the publicity would affect Keenan. “Do you think he’s in danger?”
She rolls her eyes. “He’s the second most dangerous kind of shifter after dragons, so no, I’m not particularly worried about your boyfriend.”
“Then why are you worried?”
Keenan answers. “Because you could get hurt by association.”
