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“Is she alright?” Lewis asked, and Lance was almost shocked. He wasn't sure he had ever heard such genuine concern from his son before, not when it came to a young, hot woman he barely knew save for being his father’s secretary.
“She's fine,” Lance assured him.More than fine. He trembled a little as he thought on what they had just done. She had certainly felt more than fine on the end of his cock.Stop it!he snapped at himself for thinking of her like that. He wasn't his son. But hell, he had felt every inch of his body bursting with pleasure and happiness to be inside of her. “But I want him found and arrested and taken before Dash. He's a danger to the peace of Silverdale.”
Lewis scoffed at that. “One lion shifter? Don't they usually run in prides or something?”
“Usually,” Lance admitted, “but our records show no sign of any within Silverdale.”
He didn't even need to look to know that. He was well aware of the comings and goings of everyone in and out of the gates of Silverdale. It was his job to keep a record of such things.
“So either he lost his pride, or he was so wrong they chose to lose him?” Lewis suggested, sounding thoughtful. A shiver ran down Lance's spine.
“Exactly. I want him found, arrested and assessed.”
“And while I'm doing, that you will be doing…” Lewis trailed off again, but Lance had heard the cheeky amusement in his tone.
I willnotbe doing Kayla again!Lance told himself firmly even before he said to his son, “I will be staying at Kayla's to be certain he doesn't come back.”
“Sure thing, boss,” Lewis said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced. “Do you have a description? I might be able to track him the database with his first name, shifter status and appearance.”
Lance scraped his palms with his fingernails, angry at himself. Why hadn't he thought of that? Maybe it was because he couldn't think straight when Kayla was in close proximity.
“Blonde hair, brown eyes, tall but not as tall as me. Muscular but nowhere near werewolf muscular. In fact, he was quite wiry for a shifter.”
Lance mused over that for a moment, feeling oddly egotistical. He shoved it away quickly. He wasn't that kind of man. Yet, when it came to Kayla, he seemed to be pushed past his usual limits.
“Sounds like he doesn't stand a chance against you,” Lewis said, almost as if he were reading Lance's thoughts.
“Or the rest of the pack, if he continues causing trouble,” Lance said, and before his son could say anything else stupid, he added, “Just find him and call me back.”
He was just putting the phone down when Kayla pulled open the bedroom door. Her expression was a little sheepish as she slipped from the room wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
Lance's jaw clenched even harder at the sight of her. The scent of their lovemaking still clung to her, intoxicating him all over again, and it took everything he had in him not to go straight to her.
“I'm starving,” she announced, slipping past him to bounce onto the first step. “I could make something. Are you hungry?”
“Famished,” Lance admitted. He had certainly worked up an appetite, though in truth it wasn't food that he was really craving. Having had just one taste of her, he wanted more. His wolf clawed at his insides with the same need.
“I'm sure I have something,” Kayla said, hopping down the stairs. Her curvaceous, muscular legs teased Lance all the way down, and though he could not see it, he sensed her bare ass just beneath the hem of her t-shirt.
“Mind if I use your bathroom?” Lance called down the stairs.
“Go for it. First door on the right of the bedroom.”
Lance slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Using taking a leak as an excuse, he took several moments to collect himself, wishing his cock didn't smell like Kayla and their lovemaking for the simple fact it started to make him hard all over again.
Washing his hands, he splashed his face and chest with freezing cold water in an attempt to cool himself of the lust that was already building within.
Having her the once simply wasn't enough.
He grabbed his clothes from the bedroom and shoved them on, leaving only his boots off and his shirt unbuttoned in an attempt to keep himself cool.
The second he entered the kitchen, he realized his mistake. He ought to have declined food. He should have told her he would sit out in his truck all night and keep an eye on the place.
Instead, he walked in to find her reaching for the topmost cupboard to grab some plates. The hem of her t-shirt was hoisted up by her reaching arm, and Lance got a devilishly good view of her perky, round ass.
“You know,” he growled through gritted teeth as he moved to help her grab two plates. “You should really put some more clothes on, or I might not be held responsible for my actions.”
It was only once he had placed the plates on the counter that he realized just how close Kayla was standing. She dropped down onto flat feet before him, her nipples just barely grazing his bare chest through her t-shirt as she went.
