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“Can you please explain what is already done?”
Part of me is worried about what the hell she did exactly, but I should know better than to doubt Momma in her actions.
“Honey, I already canceled the hit. Yesterday. Made sure to send in the file that shows everything that we were able to find on her and let them know that we would be unable to finish the job. They said that they will forward the information and the message to the one that put out the hit and let them figure out what to do.”
“Are you serious? Why would you do that for me?” I ask. Honestly curious.
“Damien, never doubt your momma. Do you hear me? I may be old, but I'm not naïve. I know what it's like to mate with someone, and I would never expect you to kill yours. No matter who she is or how old she is. Killing her would kill a part of yourself and even though you can be a giant pain in my ass, I could not bear the thought of that. Now I gotta go, honey. Your brother just texted and apparently, we got a breech to take care of. Call me tomorrow.”
And with that, she hangs up. I’m so fucking stunned that I hardly realize that I am standing in the middle of the car park where Andrea lives. Looking around, I realize that no one is around but I can hear movement coming from near her van. Darting into the shadows, I watch as she steps out of her van with a bag in tow, still sporting that dirty ass shirt. Either she’s taking off, which would be weird, or she's headed to the gym again. Watching her closely, she crosses the street and heads straight into the empty gym.
Waiting for her to disappear into the back of the building, I cross the street to follow her into the locker room once again. Thoughts of that first night with her in the shower run through my mind and I contemplate doing it all over again. But she has had enough bullshit tonight, and I still need to go for a run. I just want to get a small sneak peek at her before heading out.
Repeating the same process as last time, locking the main doors behind me while skirting the room, I make my way back to the locker rooms. I push open the men's room slightly, listening in, unsure of which door she went into tonight. Hearing nothing, I cross the small area to do the same to the women's locker room. I pop the door open just enough to hear the shower running.
Stepping in, I take a quick look around, hoping that she can't see me. When I see the coast is clear, I lock the door behind me. Walking around all the lockers toward the showers, I make sure to stay as quiet as possible. She's had a long night and I don't want to make it any longer.
That's when my eyes land on her.
Drinking in her naked body, I try to take in everything that I can. She looks like she is shaving and I can't help but notice how her body moves as she does. She bends over to get one of her legs and I now have the perfect view of her ass. To say it’s flawless is an understatement. It is round and plump, but not in a muscular way, and I can see cute little stretch marks stretching up the sides of both of her cheeks until they kiss her hips.
Continuing to watch, mesmerized by the woman who has taken over my entire world, I think about all the ways I want to ruin her and how I will talk her into it. Suddenly pissed off and starting to get hard again, I turn and leave before she spots me lurking.
Stepping out into the night, my skin begins to crawl. I've never not shifted on a full moon and tonight my wolf is demanding to be released after everything. He is just as horny and riled up as I am.
Knowing what is about to happen, I walk over to Andrea’s van and check the side doors to find that she locked them this time.
Walking around the van, I check the remaining doors and only find the driver's door unlocked. Swinging it open, I start stripping down. I don’t want to ruin my clothes and I sure in the fuck don’t want to lose them. The only choice I have now is to leave them in here and hope that she doesn't destroy them or throw them away.
Coming around the front of the van, I lock eyes with her. She's freshly showered and wearing a thin little summer dress despite the chilly night air. I can see her pert little nipples poking through the sheer front and even the outline of the barbells running through each one. Her hair is hanging free over one shoulder, still damp and curling as it dries. My mark stands out against her pale skin in the moonlight.
My gaze travels down her body slowly, taking in every inch as I have done a dozen times. But when I look up into her face, she too is slowly taking in my naked body. This is the first time she has seen any amount of my skin other than my cock, which is getting harder the longer she looks at me like that. When her gaze meets mine, I can see her wolf shining through. Those beautiful arctic blues are flashing at me while she bites her bottom lip, thighs clenching as she clutches her bag like it's her lifeline.
“Don't mean to interrupt, pup, but I needed to stash a few things in your van for a few hours. I need to go for a run and I don't have time to head back to my place first.”
“Umm, that’s okay, I guess. But once you are done streaking through the streets of Denver, make sure to come back and get your shit out of my van. Once morning hits, it's going into the nearest dumpster.”
Chuckling, I just shake my head before taking one more good look at her.
And then I shift.
Chapter nineteen
Andrea
Holyshit!
Walking back to my van, I expect to go inside and curl up before passing out. But no, that's not what is happening. What's happening is, a naked man is standing in front of my van. A very well-endowed and sexy as fuck naked man, covered in tattoos. Of course, it's D. I just can’t seem to get away from him.
But then again, I don't think that I want to anymore.
I want to be pissed that he is here again. He seems to be everywhere, and it's undoubtedly starting to irritate me. No girl wants a fucking stalker. Let alone a stalker like him. But I keep getting distracted by him.
It's so hard to be mad at someone that looks like he was created by the gods themselves. This is the first time that I have seen anything about him besides his cock as it was in my mouth. Which seems to be growing larger by the minute.
I can't help but stare and notice how his tattoos dance when he moves, or how each of his piercings glitter in the moonlight. His nipples are pierced too, and he has so many tattoos all over his body that I can't even count them all. All over his body.
The way he just stands there, his gaze sliding over my chilled body, heating my skin everywhere he looks. I can feel my nipples hardening under the thin dress I am wearing. My arousal makes itself more than known as it drips down my thighs, my pussy begging to be filled by this masterpiece in front of me.
