Juliet tilts her head to the side, studying me, before offering a genuine smile. “Then I’ll come.”
Just as I’m reaching for her, a wild grin on my face, she stops me with a hand on my chest.
“But I want to invite someone.”
The request sets me off-balance, even as I stand on firm ground. “Who?”
“A friend.”
“And their name is?”
“I’ll let you know if they accept.”
I chew on this, scenting a hunt. So many things about this woman remain secret, and I’ve been forbidden from asking. Curiosity gnaws at me.
“Zoey and Courtney are already coming.”
That earns me a happy smile, but she still shakes her head. “That’s not who I was thinking of, but I’m glad they’ll be there.”
“You’re really not going to tell me?” If it’s some hot young guy, I might end up breaking something. Like the mystery man’s face.
“I don’t want to jinx it.”
“Fine.” My voice comes out more petulant than any pack leader’s should be.
Juliet laughs, pushing on my shoulders until I back up enough for her to unclip us from the ropes. “I’m going to do some yoga stretching before packing up all the gear. My muscles cramp up if I don’t. Do you mind hanging out for a bit?”
“No problem,” I murmur, still trying to figure out who her mystery Thanksgiving guest could be. Hopefully, it’s someone who knows about wolves. The idea of telling my family to speak carefully will make some of them grumpy. The holiday will be hard enough as it is with the heavy weight of my mother’s absence, I’d rather not put talking restrictions on subjects.
But I also want Juliet to have fun and feel comfortable.
My mind is brought back to the current moment when Juliet climbs onto a large, flat rock that’s halfway between the cliff we were climbing and the shores of Yellow Pine Lake. She stretches her arms up to the smooth blue sky. Her shirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of pale skin.
Skin I want to kiss. To lick.
Then she bends to touch her toes, and I have to adjust myself. Her ass sticks in the air, like a gift, and all I can think about is how it felt to press my hips against those soft mounds as I took her from behind.
“Do you know how good you look?” I slip my harness off and cross to where our bags sit, all while keeping my eyes on her lithe movements.
Juliet hops her legs out into a plank, then drops her hips low, making her back bow and her chest jut out. Now that I can see her face, I’m treated to a smirk.
“Do you know how horny you sound?” she throws back at me.
I huff, knowing she’s right and enjoying her chuckle in response to my feigned annoyance. An evil idea forms in my mind.
Reaching for my pack, I pull out my secret weapon.
35
JULIET
“What are you doing?”I had to swallow a few times before getting my question out.
But I can’t be seeing this right.
Roderick shrugs, fingering the item he just pulled from his backpack.
My breath comes faster when he leans back against a tree, as if he’s just taking a moment to himself.
