“I know,” he said, sitting up. “Let’s ask the Pack.”
And before she could stop him, he’d grabbed her cell phone off the bedside table.
“Give me that!”
“Not until we get an answer.” Flipping her phone open, he went up on his knees and went through her contacts. Jess tried to get the phone from him but he kept moving so she couldn’t get a grip.
Putting the phone to his ear, he asked, “And who is this? Well, hi, May, darlin’. I’ve got little Jessie Ann here—”
“Give me that goddamn phone!”
“—as you can hear, and I’m trying to get permission for her to stay the weekend at my house while my parents are out of town.”
“I am not playing with you!”
“Yeah, she said she already missed breakfast, but I figure she can make that up during the week. Uh-huh. Yeah, she’s still naked.”
She gasped. “Bobby Ray!”
“Keep her naked the whole weekend? Yeah, I can do that. Yup. Naked and happy. I can handle that. Thanks, darlin’.”
He looked over his shoulder at her. “May says you can stay.”
Jess grabbed the phone from Smitty’s hand, and as she brought it to her ear, she heard her Pack yell, “Have a good weekend, Jess!” before they hung up.
Slamming the phone shut, Jess turned to yell at Smitty but he’d disappeared—with her clothes!
It was a one-room apartment, but the man was crafty. And by the time Jess had spun in a circle looking for him, he’d suddenly appeared in front of her—without her clothes.
“Where are my clothes?”
“Safe.” He reached for her. “Safer than you are.”
Jess slapped at his hands and quickly stepped away. “I am not staying the weekend.”
“You are if you want your clothes back.”
“Blackmail!”
“Extortion. Now bring that pretty ass over here. You know I’m cranky in the mornings.”
“Go to—hey!”
Smitty scooped her up and walked back over to the bed, throwing her on it. “I don’t know why you insist on fighting me.” His smile was slow and wicked. “’Cause we both know you’ll give me what I want.”
“You are such an egotistical ass—”
He kissed her, pinning her to the bed with his body, his arms holding hers above her head. Before she knew it she was writhing and gasping beneath him.
“I wager,” he panted in her ear when he finally pulled back a bit, “I can keep you in this bed all weekend long.”
And much to her annoyance and enjoyment... he did.
CHAPTER 16
Smitty slammed open their bedroom door, thoroughly enjoying Ronnie Lee’s squeal of surprise and Shaw’s roar of anger. Especially when Shaw scrambled to pull the covers over their naked bodies.
“Hey, Ronnie Lee,” he said casually. “I was wondering if you could help me with something kind of important.”
Shaw went to say something, but Ronnie slapped her hand over his mouth. Smitty bit the inside of his cheek as he eyed the position of their bodies—Brendon on top of Ronnie. And, again, naked.
Lord, Bobby Ray Smith, sometimes you can be a real asshole.
“Bobby Ray, can you go out into the living room? I’ll be out in two shakes of a dog’s tail.”
Fighting to hold in his laughter, he turned and moseyed on down the hallway. As promised, Ronnie suddenly appeared, a hotel robe wrapped tightly around her. She backed out of the bedroom, holding up her finger and pleading, “You just wait right there, darlin’. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I promise.”
She closed the door and headed down the hall toward Smitty. She held up that finger again, brought it to her lips to indicate silence, and flashed five fingers at him. Then she disappeared down another hallway.
Smitty wandered into the living room and dropped onto the couch to wait. In about ten minutes, Ronnie reappeared. Freshly showered and dressed, she motioned to Smitty while grabbing her leather jacket.
Ronnie opened the front door and again motioned to Smitty. Knowing where this was going and wondering what exactly was wrong with his people, he stood and followed after her. He met her at the elevator. “What are you doing?”
“Same thing you’re doing, only for a different reason.” She pushed the elevator button again. It dinged its arrival and the doors slid open. Ronnie pushed Smitty inside as Shaw’s roar rang out from their apartment.
“Ronnie Lee Reed! Where the hell are you going?”
“Lunch with Bobby Ray. I’ll talk to you later tonight. Have a good day at work. Love you!”
Smitty watched Shaw snatch the front door open and, completely naked, charge right for the elevator, but the doors closed seconds before he reached it. His fist slamming against those doors, though, shook the suddenly small box they were riding in.
“Ronnie Lee... ?”
“You interrupted us in the middle of... well, ya know.”
“And so you torture the man?”
“Oh, like you weren’t trying to. Besides, I’d already gotten what I needed.” She grinned in sexual satisfaction. “Twice. My poor kitty, however, had been holding out and was left a little frustrated.” She rocked back on her heels. “Yeah, I left him hanging... I’ll be paying for that tonight.” And clearly she couldn’t wait.
Smitty laughed with her. “You always did play with fire.”
“I know. I know. But I can’t help it.”
The elevator doors opened and she grabbed Smitty’s hand, pulling him out of the elevator, through the bustling lobby, and out to the busy Manhattan streets. Cutting between cars, she led him to a diner across the street and two blocks down.
They walked in and the cook behind the counter called out her name.
“Hey, Matty,” she said with a smile.
“The usual, baby girl?”
“Yeah, and”—she pushed Smitty into an empty booth—“give him the same but triple it.” Ronnie Lee sat down and let out a sigh. “All right. Spill it.”
Jess was on her forty thousandth yawn when Phil walked in her office.
“Hacker.”
It was such a common problem Phil didn’t even bother creating full sentences about it anymore.
“Any good?”
“A little too good. Something familiar about it.”
“Trace ’em,” she said around another yawn. “I want a name.”
“Already on it.” He moved into the room. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because you’ve been yawning all morning.” He grinned. “Busy weekend?”
“Something like that.”
He dropped into the chair across from her. The man never really sat as much as dropped, flopped, or dived onto furniture. “Is this getting serious?”
“No... maybe... ” She sighed. “I don’t know.”
“Did you tell him about the Wilsons?”
“Yeah, he knew I was lying. I think he only pushed that security stuff on us trying to get me to admit it.”
“So do we still have to pay for all that crap?”
Jess laughed. “You cheap bastard. Of course we have to pay for it. Besides, a little extra security couldn’t hurt right now.”
“Yeah, Sabina wants to up the ante at the den too.”
“It’s not a bad idea. I worry what she’ll do if Wilson makes a move while she’s human.”
“And that worries you for good reason,” Phil muttered under his breath. Unlike the rest of the wild dogs, Sabina was much more dangerous as human. She had this thing for knives...
“Call up Mace. See what they can do for the house.”
“Will do. And the hillbilly?”
“I don’t know, Phil. I keep telling myself not to get in deep with this guy, and then I find myself getting in deep with this guy. Wolves are notorious, ya know? Males and females. They fuck, fuck, fuck. Happily. Bouncing from bed to bed. Until one day they find the one. Their mate. I’m just a way station for this guy.”