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“Sounds good to me.” Thankfully, several people in the pack had keys to the cabins in case of emergencies. Then Nate joined Kayla in the shower, and after washing each other, they hurried into the bedroom. Then he was making love to her.
And after that, they were snuggling together, getting ready to fall asleep when they heard Peter and a couple of other men enter the cabin, talking softly, but at least Nate and Kayla knew it was just them and not someone else who had broken into the cabin.
“Hey, Peter, Tom, CJ,” Nate said, meeting them in the dining room wearing his boxer briefs. He had thought of staying in bed with Kayla, but he’d like to see the men off himself and lock up.
They were looking over the jewelry.
“Quite the haul these guys made,” CJ said, fingering the jewelry. “You two sure have all the luck.”
“We owe it all to Kayla. She has an eagle eye.”
“Remind me to take her with us on treasure hunts from now on. We’ll take it from here,” Peter said. “And get out of your hair.”
“Thanks for coming as soon as you could.”
“Yeah, we wanted to get it off your hands so you could enjoy your stay here in peace.”
CJ and Tom said good night too.
Then Nate locked the door and returned to bed to join Kayla, pulling off his boxer briefs.
Kayla cuddled against him. “Another bounty, eh?”
“Yeah, but all I care about is getting back to this.” He began kissing her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and began really getting into the kiss too, her body rubbing against his in a sexual frenzy.
“That’s just what I wanted to hear.”
They hadn’t needed to go anywhere to enjoy each other to the fullest. They were home right here with their pack, their territory, their family, happy to be a mated and wedded pair with a brand-new home situated next to Blake and Nicole’s and wolf runs with Roxie and them whenever they felt the urge.
As to Rosco and Buttercup? They loved living at one house or the other on a weekly basis.
Now all that was needed was for Roxie to find that special wolf that made her heart sing.
