The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates.

Chapter One Hundred–Sixty–Five

DELILAH

Sitting in a brand new Jeep with Maximus we pass a signs that reads Moje Leaving Blackjack and I let loose with a sigh of relief. We haven’t been riding long, just a few minutes, but just the confirmation that we the leaving the place is enough to soothe my nerves.

With half a Twinkie in my mouth, I study the man behind the wheel as he drives. He’s still shirtless, despite that he snagged this jeep from whomever it is that runs those cabins on the posh side of the creek. Why couldn’t they provide him with a shirt too, I wonder…. Taking another bite of my Twinkle, I marvel at how much bigger he looks now that I’m sitting next to him. Maybe he lifts weights or something, because he is bulked with muscle everywhere I look. His neck, his arms, his back, his chest, his Admh nether regions, his gluteus maximus. It’s unreal and more than a little intimidating. A guy like him is gonna have a smoking hot girl somewhere. Even if he acts like he doesn’t. With every little move he makes, I watch his strength ripple beneath his skin. He is a testament to the human body and what it can be.

I really should ask his name, what with getting a ride from him and all It would be wrong not to know who murdered me if that’s his angle. Really? So he saved you just to off you later? I roll my eyes at myself and turn to gaze out the window, watching the miles and miles of evergreens as we pass them. Jesus. And I thought I was gonna work 772 HAHAHA!

Turning away from the window, I catch him looking at me, before he quickly jerks his eyes back to the road. Almost like he’s embarrassed… Yeah right. He was just swimming in the creek naked. I’m re he’s REAL shy. Maybe there’s something on my face or something Shit! I whip down the visor and check myself in the mirror. Huh. Nope Nothing. Snapping it back up, I catch him looking again and then jerking away agale and now I just can’t let it go. So, I turn in my seat to face the side of him and decide to watch him while I eat

my last Twinkie.

My eyes stay glued to his profile, too afraid to venture any lower lest I start panting. So I use this little exercise to inspect his face for imperfections. Whenever I start digging on a dude that I know is way out of my league, the only way for me to un–crush myself is to End something on him that’s defective and blow it up to a thousand in my mind. It can be anything, an uneven ear, a fat mole hidden under the chin, short arms, too long legs. whatever it may be. I take it and I trump it up until it’s all I can see and then voila, just like that I’m

cured.

Maximus has to have at least one flaw. Right? Right. Most people do. Except, on him, I can’t seem to find any. Not a one. If I’ve succeeded in doing anything at all, it’s look like a weirdo.

“Are you going to finish that?” he asks me suddenly.

My brow wrinkles. Finish what? “Oh!” I chirp, lifting my little vanilla creme cake to the front of his mouth, careful not to block his vision. “You mean this? You mean my Twinkle?” I tease.

An amused smile stretches across his face and I swear my heart stutters As I begin to pull my hand back, his mouth juts forward and be takes a large bite. His teeth, followed by his pillow soft lips graze my fingers gently, I gasp at the warm energy that fires up my arm

Taking my Twinkie back swiftly, I pop the last of it in my mouth. “Thief” I spit playfully.

He grins deviously, “You’re the one who put it in front of my mouth. I thought you wanted me to taste your cream cake. Biting his lip, be glances down at my lap, then raises his eyes to mine suggestively.

My entire body boils and I smile coyly. Now I’m seeing him with his head between my thighs and I can almost feel his lips there. Fuck A blush is burning its way across my flesh and 1 can feel the tingling of my lady parts as they ignite. Now, I am forced to face the front so that I can squeeze my thighs together and concentrate on keeping the seat dry. It would devastate me if I got out of the car and left a Juicy little butterfly spread on the leather.

“Damn,” Maximus says, sucking in a sharp breath before he suddenly jerks the steering wheel. The tires squeal as the vehicle says left then right and he loses control. I throw my arms out clutching both sides of the vehicle as if somehow I can stop it from swerving. This is It. This is how he kills me! I watch his whole body tense and his knuckles whiten over the steering wheel as he works to bring the jeep back under control. Finally, after what feels like ten years of almost dying, he rights the Jeep. We had been going too fast and almost want to slap him.

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a few deep breaths I leah over and peek at the speedometer, nching happily when I see that he has slowed down by twenty

eyeing me. “Sorry about that. I was… distracted. You can

I agree, still tense.

If you don’t remove it

I snap. “Why?“My

I notice it. I’ve got one hand clutching the door on my right, and the other clutching his

leg, shivering when he flexes his leg muscles against my palm and the

side a thing.

shorts

beat myself

quietly I wonder if he meant for me

long has it been since I got laid again? I snc as if that

school dance as a freshman. My date was a

just a big flirt Like mama said, ‘What a man can have he will take. That doesn’t make you special”

we reach the bottom of the mountain and the heavily wooded highway, then make

decide where to stay. I don’t have much money anyway. 1

the cheapest?” he

I say, forcing a smile as 1 pretend not to notice the pitiful look hes giving

notice him slowing down again as we approach some cut off road at the top of hill. “So

stop myself. Shits not his fault he’s too good for me. I peek over

way downhill at a snail pace. “I don’t know,” he says with a quick glance in

I have no idea what it is.

comes after lunch,” he

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at him, turning my entire body his way and noticing for the first time that the road we are on borders the shore. The ocean in a its vastness lay just beyond this street. My glare dissipates, melting into a smile as I admire the beauty of it. Houses come into view, lining the forside of the road

prompts

I flinch, then realize I never answered him about dinner. “Oh! Sorry! I was… admiring the ocean.”

my way. “Oh really… you like the

with one

in front of one of the houses 1 was admiring. Parking the car, he turns my way, but he doesn’t say a word, simply stares at me.