Werewolves In Love: Ready To Run Part 9

"Bryan's new girlfriend. Hi, sweetheart." As Lark hugged him, Taran gave her a smile the likes of which Bryan had never seen, or imagined he'd ever see, on the normally dour wolf's face.

"Sara's not my girlfriend," he mumbled into his beer.

Lark quirked her mouth and said, "Well, let's go meet her. TJ said they're upstairs."

When they emerged into the middle of the second floor, Bryan scanned the crowd, looking for Sara. Lark elbowed him in the ribs and pointed at a table on the outside deck.

"Good thing she's not your girlfriend. 'Cause that's a lot of guys over there."

A guy with s.h.a.ggy black hair and a knowing grin dragged his chair up next to TJ's.

"Hi, James." The redhead sounded both bored and amused.

"TJ, have you thought any more about what I said?"

"No, James."

With a heavy sigh, he picked up his chair and walked around to Sara's side of the table, wedging it in between her and the hulk who'd carried the pitchers.

"Hi. I'm James. You're pretty. What's your name?"

She couldn't help returning his grin. "Sara."

"Sara, you're fae, aren't you?"

"Yeah, partly." It felt so weird to say it out loud like that. "Why?" She gave TJ a what's with this guy look, but her new friend just rolled her eyes and kept talking to a big guy with a shaved head.

"You know, Sara, I'm more open-minded than a lot of wolves."

She started in surprise. "You're a werewolf?"

His goofy leer made her laugh. "I am. Are you afraid of werewolves, little girl?"

"No, but I've only met one so far."

"Well, you need to meet more."

"Back off," TJ said. "She's new in town."

James leaned on the table, blocking her view of TJ. "Anyway," he said loudly, "as I was saying, I'm more open-minded than a lot of wolves. Lots of wolves are afraid to date fae women."

"Why's that?"

"'Cause y'all are crazy." He leered at her again. "But, see, I like crazy. I don't want to, but I can't help it. If there's a hundred females in a bar, and only one of 'em's ever keyed her boyfriend's car and held his dog hostage because she thought he was cheating on her, that's the one I'll end up with."

"But I'm not crazy."

He raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated expression of surprise. "Huh?"

"No, really. I'm part fae, but I'm not crazy."

"d.a.m.n. I might love you. You got a talent?"

She caught her breath and blinked. This was even weirder than having someone ask if she was fae. After a lifetime spent hiding her talent, now she was talking about it like it was normal.

"Well, do you?"

"Um, yeah. It's-it's my memory."

"Your memory."

"Yes. I have eidetic memory-total recall."

He winced. "Ooh. Sara, that's not a great feature in a girlfriend."

"She's not a car, jacka.s.s," TJ interjected.

James ignored her. "How come fae chicks never have the ability to bend like Gumby, or suck a tennis ball through a straw? Something useful, you know?"

She nearly sucked a margarita up her nose when she started laughing.

"No, really," he went on, all wide-eyed sincerity. "I mean, if evolution had been more on the ball, it would've been-"

"All right, you're done here." A big hand grabbed James by the back of his T-s.h.i.+rt and hauled him to his feet.

She looked up-the hand belonged to Bryan, and he wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked a little scary. James apparently thought so too, because he put his hands up in a placating gesture. "Oh-hey, Bryan. Didn't see you there, bro."

"Move along, bro. The rest of you too." All the other guys stood and started collecting their pitchers and gla.s.ses.

"He wasn't bothering me," Sara protested. "They were just talking to us!"

"Well, they're done now. Buh-bye." He backhanded a couple of guys on their heads as they shuffled off.

TJ was laughing. James was too. He bowed and blew her a kiss. "It's okay, Sara. The big jarhead can't help it." He danced out of Bryan's reach and joined his buddies on the other side of the room.

"Why'd you do that?"

He set a small bag on the table, pulled the chair up close to her, and flopped down. "Because they're lunatics."

A guy and a girl had shown up with him. It had to be TJ's best friend, Lark, and her fiance, Taran. He was tall and beautiful, with golden hair and a scar on his face. She had chestnut hair and legs Sara would've killed for. Lark smiled at Sara while the guy said, "They're not lunatics. They're rugby players."

"Same thing," Bryan groused. "Too many headb.u.t.ts. And James is a smart-a.s.sed beta. Smart-a.s.sed betas bug the s.h.i.+t out of me."

"So all those guys are werewolves?"

"Not all of them," Lark said. "The big guy with the shaved head is human. So's another one."

"And they play rugby with werewolves?"

"Yes," said Bryan, "because they're lunatics."

"I like rugby players," TJ said with a sigh. "They have great bodies and they love to get naked."

"They do? Like, in the game?" Sara asked.

"Oh yeah. In the game, in the huddle-"

"The scrum," Lark corrected. "In rugby, the huddle is called the scrum."

"What do you know about rugby?" Taran asked, but Lark only smiled and took a ladylike sip of beer.

"We're over the rugby players now, people." Bryan smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hi, angel. How are you?"

"I'm good. All the shopping wore me out."

"I'm not surprised. You got any money left?"

"It wasn't my money!" He loved how her eyes got so big and round when something surprised or impressed her. "Nick Wargman paid for everything!"

"What?"

"I told TJ I didn't feel right letting him do it, but she said-"

"I said shut up and shop."

"That's what she always says," said Lark.

"Excuse me." The new guy had a lovely, deep voice. "Sara, I don't think they're going to introduce us, so hi. I'm Taran, and this is Lark."

"Hi. TJ was telling me all about y'all." She looked at Lark. "And she told me about your run-in with those wolves."

Lark nodded. "You and I are real lucky."

The three of them shook hands.

"Nick financed a shopping trip for you and TJ?" Taran asked.

TJ made a phfft sound. "For me? No. For her, yes. A welcome to Houston, sorry you got attacked by evil werewolves, maybe you can help the FBI with this whole thing gift. It's not like he can't afford it, and besides-she didn't spend much."

"There's dozens of bags at my place!"

"Well, yeah, she got a lot of clothes, but she didn't buy the really good stuff."

Sara made a face. "I can't pay three hundred dollars for a cardigan. Just can't do it."

"She looks great in Burberry," TJ said sadly to Lark.

"Ooh," Lark murmured.

Bryan rolled his eyes. "Enough with the chick stuff. Here, I got you something you actually need."

"What is it?"

"Open it and find out."

So she did. "Oh my G.o.d! This is awesome!"

"It's a smartphone."

She slapped his arm. "Duh. I haven't been living in a cave. I know what they are-I've just never been able to justify the expense." Her cell phones had always been the cheapest models-it wasn't like she had lots of people to call, never mind texting or getting on the Web.

"You don't need to justify this. It's a gift. I added it to my plan."

"I have to at least pay the monthly bill!"

"We can talk about it later. You really like it, huh?"

"I love it. I gotta send an email to someone. TJ, what's your address? Oh, this is so cool!"

She must've squeaked a bit too loud because he and Taran both winced a little, but he didn't seem to mind when she threw her arms around his neck.

He turned his head as she kissed his cheek. His mouth found hers. His was open, and though she didn't normally French kiss guys in the middle of a bar, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to part her lips and welcome his tongue.

A warm, limp, happy feeling gushed through her, all the way down to her toes. She sort of sagged into him. A part of her was appalled at this very public display. It was the part of her she'd meant to leave behind in Luxor, so she ignored it and gave herself up to the intoxication of his kiss. His tongue was cold from the beer he'd been drinking, and she loved the taste of it.

His hand was warm and heavy on her knee. As he ran it up her thigh, his thumb tracing the inner seam higher and higher, his fingers b.u.mped into one of the rips on her new jeans. She started to giggle, and after a soft nibble on her bottom lip, he broke the kiss.

They stared at each other a minute, her gaze locked on his mouth. She couldn't look in his eyes, but she could catch their expression in her peripheral vision, and she knew his gaze was hungry. A hot knot of excitement was forming in her stomach. When he started to draw his hand away, she surprised herself by grabbing it, holding it against her thigh. His eyebrows shot up and his smile got wider.

"Alrighty, then," TJ drawled. "Hey! Can we get the check over here? Like, right now?"

Chapter Seven.

His body was a live wire, sparking everywhere she touched him. His chest, with her arms wrapped around him, his back, with the length of her body pressed against it, his thighs, cradled between hers, all sizzled in the muggy Houston night as they zoomed toward home. His mind conjured sweetly torturous images of her hands moving over his stomach and sliding between his legs to cup his c.o.c.k, now rock-hard and straining against his jeans.

Sucking face in the middle of Cowgirls was one thing. Sara didn't seem the type to give handjobs on a freeway. Besides, that was no way to drive a motorcycle.

Climbing the stairs to the second floor of his condo, where the kitchen and living room were located, she stumbled a little. He raced to catch her, and she giggled as he pulled her back and buried his face in her hair.

"You're fast," she murmured.

"Mmm. I'm a werewolf." The nape of her neck tasted tender and sweet, her stomach taut and warm through the thin softness of her cotton s.h.i.+rt. She twisted and flexed in his arms as his fingers skimmed inside the waist of her blue jeans. He carefully turned her around to face him.