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  She motioned towards the bottles she’d taken out of the grocery bags, thanking her foresight for having picked up a bottle of single malt whiskey as well as a few bottles of white wine. Ethan nodded after a momentary pause and her heart leapt in relief and anticipation. There was a glint in his eyes that told her that he was catching her drift better than she was.

  This was definitely not just some simple down home country guy who couldn’t take a hint. Oh no, Ethan knew her game better than she did and it was up to Jen to figure out whether that was a plus or a minus.

  “Sure, wouldn’t mind one,” he said, grabbing the whiskey bottle and giving it a good hard look. “Especially if you spoil me with the good stuff,” he added with a chuckle.

  He nodded appreciatively and she sighed with relief. Her father was a big whisky connoisseur, though she’d always thought the smell better than the taste. Still, she’d picked up a thing or two about the drink and knew what bottle to get when presented with the opportunity.

  The two made their way to the living room, where Jen snuggled up on the couch and Ethan took a seat in a big armchair. He took a sip of his whiskey and Jen twirled the wine around in the long-stemmed glass before taking a mouthful. It went down easy, giving her a tiny bit of needed courage and flushing the images of the wolf further and further from her active thoughts.

  “So, what brings a city girl like you to a backwater place like this?” he asked, indulging in another taste of his drink.

  Somehow, they’d managed to talk about every manner of obscure things by now, but the one thing they hadn’t covered yet was what the hell Jen was actually doing in Sweetwater. The memories of her last day at the office and the way she left still played uncomfortably in her mind and she would rather have skipped the topic. But there was something to be said about meeting the unfortunate sides of life head on.

  “The company I was working at got dissolved, but I managed to walk away with a settlement that, in the end, got me this house. And the heat – sometimes it’s really too much. Don’t get me wrong, I like the sun as much as the next woman, but being scorched by it day in day out wasn’t my thing.”

  Jen took a large swill of her wine, clearly enjoying herself.

  “And the people! Everyone’s so on edge in a big city. Nothing at all like Sweetwater. Figured I’d get away somewhere where people aren’t on each other’s backs all the time.” She scrunched her nose, adding, “But I guess that can happen anywhere.”

  Ethan nodded sagely.

  “I reckon so.”

  “For a place in the desert, you’d think there’d be plenty of space for everyone, but it can get so cramped in Phoenix. Here I have this house, which cost me a fraction of what I’d pay for it and the land it stands on in Arizona. And there are actual tall trees here, and shade. And nature! I can’t tell you how much I missed grass! It’s lovely. I’m from Georgia originally, so it was tough getting used to the fact that all we had for nature in Arizona was tumbleweeds and faux greenery.”

  Ethan’s face brightened. She got the feeling she definitely said something right and it made her beam like a proud school kid coming home with her first A.

  You’re ridiculous, Jen. Reel it in!

  “I know what you mean. But don’t you think you’d miss it?” He paused for a moment and she held her breath as he got around to the next question. “Wouldn’t you miss… someone?”

  She smiled, catching the drift of his question. That familiar warmth she’d been battling with the whole time he’d been around the house was flooding her again mercilessly, making her head buzz and her body hum for him. She could pretend it was just the wine, but she knew better.

  “I have a mother and a sister back in Georgia, they’re family and I love them, but we’ve all got… too much character for our own good. I guess we get along better the more time we spend apart. And I can always visit. So that’s why I didn’t go back there. But in Arizona? The people I thought I cared about didn’t care about me. I figured if that’s the way it has to be, I don’t have anything in that state for me,” Jen responded.

  “Aside from that, there really isn’t anyone else.” Jen gave him a playful smirk, “And I guess I’d prefer that someone to be from around here anyway.”

  She thought she heard him growl a little, though that could have just been the wine getting in her head. He managed a mischievous smile and it damn near made her heart melt.

  “I guess we’ll have to wait and see, now won’t we?”

  He stood up and took his glass to the kitchen for a refill. She hated to see him go but that ass of his made for pleasant viewing, even if she did say so herself. She half-expected the big, broad-shouldered man to just walk straight over to her and take a drink out of her instead of the whiskey, the thought bringing a happy blush to her cheeks.

  Ethan returned with his refill and eased back into the big armchair with confident grace that was remarkable for his large body. Jen couldn’t help but marvel at the man’s every movement, her gaze firmly locked on the hot hunk of a cowboy whenever she got the chance.

  “So what about you? Anyone special?”

  Ethan shook his head, chuckling. “Naw, Jen. I work and I sleep and I eat and that’s my life. I’ve been looking for the right woman, but at one point I figured I better just stop. If she’s going to come into my life, I can’t go around scraping up doors and hoping to stumble upon her. Gotta trust fate that it has my back and will lead me to her, you know? But I have faith. I’ve definitely seen some positive signs lately,” he said, grinning.

  Jen licked across her lips, shaking her head a little and grinning. This big lug of a man could be real smooth when he put his mind to it and she had to remember to keep her head on her shoulders when she was around him. But it definitely took her mind off the wolf real fast.

  “And your family? You said something about Grimpaw lands when we first met…”

  “Yes, there’s a number of us here. I have three brothers, for one. They all work with their hands. We have our own homes and our own businesses, but we stick together when we need to. And my extended family is rather large. We’ve been in this area for too many generations to count, so you can find a lot of Grimpaw history here.”

  “That sounds nice,” Jen said, curling up tighter on the couch.

  Having a support system like that sounded divine. She’d started feeling more than a little bit alone in her big house now that she’d settled in. But every new piece of furniture she bought or improvement she made to the house just made her remember that there was really no one to share it with. No friends to invite over or parties to throw. All she really had was Ethan and even he was sort of a temporary fixture. Though she hoped dearly that she could change that or at least explore the option before the house was too ready.

  In any case, having lots of family around her sounded damn nice and she felt a little twinge of jealousy.

  “I’d be happy to introduce you to them, Jen. They’re good people and there’s not a lot of folks around these parts to begin with. They’d love to meet you, I’m sure,” Ethan said gently, his blue eyes considering her softly.

  “Would you? That’s really sweet of you!” Jen exclaimed, feeling silly again for her enthusiasm. “I think it’s hard meeting people around here unless you work as someone that communicated a lot with the locals or you already know people going in. And seeing as I have neither of those situations going for me, I’d be grateful if I at least knew a couple more names than I do now.”

  She smiled broadly and he met her grin with equal warmth.

  I think he just offered to introduce me to his family… And I grabbed for the opportunity like I was desperate. God, Jen, you’re being ridiculous, she thought, but put the negativity out of her mind.

  The wine tasted good, the company was even better and she was in no mood to ruin one or the other.

  As the evening went on, she felt her attraction towards him intensify. She could barely keep herself from straddling him there and then when he started talking about how he sometimes helped out with the local humane society. Hot, intelligent and good with animals? She could just die.

  Yet, as much as they were enjoying each other’s company, she could also see a worry grow behind his handsome appearance.

  “Anything wrong?” she asked him quizzically.

  “No... Well, depends. I need to talk to you about something,” he looked at her with deep thought in his even deeper blue eyes. “It may be a bit surprising, but I want you to have an open mind.”

  “Sure, I can see something is gnawing at you, out with it,” she said, sipping her wine.

  But for the love of God, don’t tell me I’ve been misreading you all along and you’re gay or something.

  Ethan nodded and took a big sip from his glass.

  “It’s about Ryan. That mangy mutt and his kind are up to no good, plain and simple,” Ethan said, eyeing his glass in grim thought. “I can’t tell you much more. But I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you. And I can’t let that happen.”

  He looked up from his glass, right at Jen.

  Well, that’s not exactly what I wanted to hear, she thought to herself.

  She was clearly taken aback by Ethan’s words. He was still looking at her with steely resolve and that calmed her somewhat, but the words just sort of jumbled together in her head. Danger? What kind? Why? And why was Ethan so involved!? There were far too many questions to ask and she couldn’t even get a single one of them out of her mouth, which frustrated her more than she cared to admit.

  “You say you can’t tell me more, but can I have a hint? You can’t just drop a bomb like that on a woman and expect her to swallow it, no questions asked.”

  Ethan’s brow furrowed and she saw a splash of darkness behind his eyes she’d only noticed once before – when Ryan came over that first day. There was something primal there, something that should have made her want to back away from him slowly, but just made her more curious instead.

  “It’s about the land. And it is entirely my fault, as well as my family’s. Long story short, Ryan thinks this plot is rightfully his and we don’t agree, like I told you the first day. But he’s decided that now is the time to blow this stuff out of proportion and with his twisted mind, I’m sure he could take a step further than just scaring you.”

  “Shouldn’t we call the police then?” Jen asked. “Let the law handle it.”

  “Ryan is not dumb enough to get caught by the cops. He wouldn’t do anything obvious until it was too late to ask for the law to help out. He’ll come in the night, like all cowards.” Frustrated, Ethan pulled a hand through his hair and sighed. “Look, I know this sounds like a load of bullshit, but I’m serious about it. I think you could be in danger and I don’t know a better way to make sure that you’ll be fine than to be here myself.”

  Now that caught Jen’s attention immediately. The atmosphere in the room had changed. Instead of the easy, calm familiarity they usually had between them, there was tension now. Jen was hanging on the edge of her seat for every word, her brain working double-time to figure out what the hell was really going on and what Ethan wasn’t telling her. But at the same time, she could see the way he was talking to her. The look he got in his eyes when he said he wanted to be there with and for her. It made her breath hitch a little.

  “If that’s alright with you, I’d like to stay around for a few nights. Would it be alright with you? I’ll stay in the guest bedroom. It’s downstairs so I can easily keep an eye out for whatever trouble rears its ugly head.”

  He smirked slightly, the gaze of his blue eyes softening, seeing the reaction she had to the notion. Reinvigorated by the option of having him around, Jen smiled.

  “Okay. I won’t pry, but only because I’ve been feeling a little bit creeped out by sleeping here alone anyway. So I can pretend to go along with this evil local villain thing and you can pretend to not notice that I suck at being alone in odd houses in the middle of nowhere. Deal? Though if you asked me, you just want to stay around me for the high-quality liquor,” Jen said, raising her glass and winking at Ethan.

  Ethan snorted, downing the last of the drink in his glass. “Yeah? You think there’s nothing I’d like better than whiskey here right now?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. She was about to answer, but he rushed on and didn’t give her the opportunity.

  “I’m sorry if I scared you. But I meant what I said about not wanting to let anything bad happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself. I know we haven’t known each other for too long, but I’ve learned enough about you to know that I really like you. And I want to know even more. I couldn’t exactly do that if a pack of w… assholes tore up your place and drove you out of town, now could I?”

  Ethan leaned back in his chair, looking more at ease with himself, as if saying all that lifted a load off his shoulders.

  Jen blushed and smiled bashfully. “I’m glad you do. Truth is, I feel the same way. I really like having you around.” Feeling a little tipsy and braver, she continued, “And I wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two about you either.”

  Ethan smiled broadly in reply. “I’m happy to hear that. Really am.”

  She set her glass on the side table. The good girl in her was telling her to get over the sudden wave of desire that threatened to engulf her. At the same time, the bad girl who hadn’t gotten a chance to come out and play for a really long time kept yelling at her to just go and climb that man like a pole. Luckily, the bad girl side of her was winning out.

  “Why don’t you come sit next to me? You don’t have to sit in that big chair all by yourself and, like I said, I’d like to get to know you better,” Jen said, patting the couch cushion next to her.

  She was feeling braver than she had in a long while and as far as she was concerned, taking life by the horns was exactly what she needed to be doing right about then – or grabbing men by their scruff, or whatever. Long story short, this man had been driving her wild for far too long already and she was going to take her chance. Win or lose, at least she would be safe in the knowledge that she had taken her chance when it was presented to her.

  Without hesitating, Ethan set down his glass as well and dutifully complied.

  Ten

  Jennifer

  “So, tell me more about how you like me,” she purred with a mischievous smile and ran her hand up Ethan’s thigh.

  Feeling his powerful muscles tense up under her touch made her quiver with anticipation. Ethan ran his fingers through Jen’s hair and gently caressed her cheek. His skin was rough, but the touch felt like heaven to her. His hand stopped on her chin as he leaned in and pulled her closer.

  “How about I show you instead.”

  As their lips met, Jen shivered with excitement and anticipation. His lips were strong and demanding, but gentle. She reveled in the taste and feel of the kiss, her lust now threatening to boil over. Her tongue forced into his mouth as if on its own volition and she mewled as their tongues mashed together, meeting and tasting one another for the first time.

  Breaking the kiss with a long moan, her nimble fingers went after his shirt, hurriedly undoing button after button. She sighed in awe as his chiseled chest was revealed to her, taut muscles bulging under his skin. Jen bit her lip and ran her hands up and down his chest, enjoying every moment of it, before finally moving downward and caressing his inner thighs. Jen could barely contain a gasp as she felt his huge cock, already hard under her touch.

  Will it ever even fit? she thought to herself for a brief, delicious second, but lost all care moments later.

  Right then, all that mattered was him and her, together at last. She didn’t feel rattled anymore. All the negativity that she’d felt threatening to eat her up lately was gone in an instant, replaced by a hot, wet heat that licked at her. She was more than glad to give in to it.

  She kissed him again, insatiable in her need for him, and he for her. Ethan firmly cupped her right breast as he slid his other hand under her and lifted her onto his lap. She straddled him with ease and eagerness and slipped his shirt off his shoulders, once again taken by his impressive physique. He was carved out of stone, just like she’d thought the first time she’d seen him.

  In one swift movement, he pulled her top over her head and undid the clasp of her bra with surprising agility. He took her supple breasts in his hands and gently ran his tongue across one, then the other.

  “Don’t stop” Jen moaned, “for the love of God, don’t you dare stop.”

  And Ethan had no intention to. He chuckled and she almost wanted to smack him for it, but when he bit down on one of her nipples, all she could do was whine with need. Teasing the hardened nipples with his tongue and lips, he moved one hand downwards and gently caressed her heat. Jen could take no more of the anticipation. She wanted him, right then and there, on that couch, looking out to the well-kept yard of her new little home in the middle of nowhere.

  “Take me. Oh god, please take me now,” she whispered into his ear, barely in control of her own words, begging.

  Once again Ethan complied, growling low, flipping her on her back and unzipping her jeans. He ran his hand under her panties, moving his fingers around her clit. Jen was not wasting time, undoing his belt buckle and zipper. She moaned hungrily, distracted by his touch. She reached her hand into his boxers and grasped his impressive cock, all doubt swept from her mind. She wanted it and was going to have it, and not a force in the world could have stopped her.

  Ethan pulled off her jeans and all that she was wearing now were her lacy panties and a lustful smile. She loved the way he looked at her, all hunger and passion. He kissed her, briefly this time, and then moved on downwards, kissing her neck and making her writhe against his touch. He stopped at each breast, giving them ample attention, licking the hardened nubs of her nipples. Before moving onward, he caressed her thighs and placed his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers around the delicate fabric.