Page 69 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

The six of them hurry out of the truck, and Grayson’s on their heels, getting them to sit on the rows of logs in front of the cleared area the men are working in. It’s far away enough that flying wood won’t reach them, though they all want to move closer.

“Ladies, feast your eyes on the real work lumberjacks do out here. Now, show of hands, who wants to see wood being chopped?” Grayson states.

All hands shoot into the air, some even use both.

Roman lowers his axe and waves to the women, sending them into an excited giggle. I can’t help myself, and I laugh.

Wolf stakes his axe into a stump, then picks up a split round and grips it with his bare hands on either side. Everyone falls silent, watching his muscles tense, shoulders locking, and veins popping on his forearms as he tugs at the wood. It tears in half with a fibrous crack, falling apart in his hands.

The cheers are loud, and he gives them a wink, which only sets them off into swooning.

Grayson settles beside me where I stand near a red pine. “They love these shows.”

I don’t blame them when it’s captivating. Muscles, sunlight, sawdust. What isn’t there to love?

“I want to say thank you,” I say, leaning closer to him. “Seriously, you three do so much work on this land, and Grandma notices.”

“We’d do anything for Eve. She’s a complete lifesaver for us.”

I glance out to Roman chopping wood, working hard, sweating. The woman are going feral over him.

Grayson’s in my ear. “When you watch him out there, are you picturing yourself back with him last night?”

I hold back my reaction, well aware he wants me shocked. “You are relentless, aren’t you?”

“Does that mean you’re wet right now?”

“Grayson,” I gasp, then pretend to cough, but completely fail when he begins laughing at me. “Look, you need to settle down as you seem more worked up than me.”

“Oh, little bird, you have no idea. I’m a patient man. But when all bets are off, I’m going to have you on your hands and knees for me.”

My toes curl in my boots. The things these Alphas say drive me wild.

“Okay. Maybe keep it in your pants until our guests have gone home,” I say, then stick my tongue out at him.

“I’m really trying.” His nostrils flare as he exhales through is nose. “But your scent is ruining me. I smell sex on you.”

“No, you don’t!”

He’s laughing, and I can’t tell if he’s teasing me or telling the truth.

But if he wants to play games… I lean in closer to him and whisper, “Then I shouldn’t mention how much of a rush I was in this morning, that I forgot to put on any underwear.”

For a full few seconds, there’s nothing from Grayson, then his hand falls to my thigh, going for the hem of my dress. I smack it away.

“No way.”

“Lucy, shit!”

“Nope.” I grin and stroll toward the guests. Several steps later, I glance over my shoulder to where he hasn’t moved. His chest’s pumping fast as though he’s run a marathon, and his gaze has turned feral. Okay, I might have just broken him.

An hour later, he steps into the middle of the area and lifts both arms into the air for attention. “All right, our lumberjacks have worked up a sweat. And who can guess what dirty men need to do next?”

“Strip!” bellows one of the ladies, and they’re all chanting it now.

Grayson chuckles. “Sort of close. They wash.”

Everyone applauds, and soon enough, we follow Roman and Wolf down to the river. They’re carrying their axes over their shoulders farther ahead of us. Roman glances back once, not at the guests, but at me with a sly grin.