The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Teo Hundred Thirty–Eight

BARTLETT

“Let me get this straight, Charlie says with a chuckle. “You’ve got Rose Gruber down there naked?”

The desperate look of unveiled interest is clear. Charlie’s mouth drops open and his eyes bulge, his gaze locked on the hallway at my back

“Let me guess,” I speculate. “You went to school with her too?”

Charlie nods, swallowing loudly and sitting up straight in his chair. “Um…yeah.”

“Uh–huh,” is my reply as I squint my eyes at him thoughtfully. Charlie shifts in his seat, adjusting himself with no less grace than I did in the bathroom only moments ago. “Do not think about her naked. Don’t you dare. You are not allowed to.”

Charlie sports, “What? Dude, guys have been picturing Rose Gruber naked since she hit the seventh grade. She’s got the biggest set of-”

snap, dragging a hand through my hair again in frustration. As picture what she looked like behind the bowdlerized glass of the shower, I can only imagine what kind of locker room trend she represented when she was in school. Although the shower doors distorted the details, it did nothing to the colors and her dark pink nipples had practically beckoned me, begged me to taste them: What Rose didn’t realize was that when she pressed close enough to the glass, the distortion was completely gone and all that was left was the most glorious set of tits 1 had ever seen. I tried to be a gentleman, but I found it close to impossible to look away. Shit. Going in there in the first place was a mistake, but after hearing her sweet moans of pleasure through the walls, I couldn’t help myself, I had to get closer. Sadly, I walked in right after she finished and I made up that bit about hearing her call my name just to have a reason for standing there. I’m an idiot

Charlie grins at me. “She’s really pretty, Bartlett. I’m happy for you, but th…”

“Uh? What?” I counter, amused.

“She’s like G.L. Jane man. She’ll eat you alive.”

Chuckling loudly, I almost miss the sound of the sliding glass door as it opens downstairs. My neck jerks to the right and I leap from my seat, listening for the sound of someone trying to disappear. When the barely audible click of Quinn’s patio door sounds, I know Rose has? just stepped outside.

Tll be right back,” I tell Charlie.

running? Really? From me?

me, so why is she trying to

stroking the sweet peach of her skin was

plastered to my arm, she was irresistible. Desperate to feel the hot flush of her skin under mine, I wanted to rip that towel away, fall on top of her and dive into her mouth, but it wouldn’t have ended there. I wouldn’t

gets to leave.

for the back door on this level, ipping outside soundlessly and listening for her footsteps. After a moment I hear them and I know she’s already at the bottom of the steps. I suppose she thinks she can escape that way, but she can’t. There’s no way up from that beach unless you use someone’s access stabs and she doesn’t strike me as the

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for her, then she probably put them on, and if she did, she’ll

Fuck

realize the tide starts coming in around this time and soon that entire beach will be covered in water. I race down the steps to the beach so fast I’m practically floating, slipping behind her as she takes her first steps along the rocks, Wanting to reach for her, I see her struggling and decide to wait for her to slip. It’s

her. Leaping forward effortlessly, I catch her again. This time though, I almost went down with her as my

you doing, Rose? Where were you going? For

answer me, only pouts like a child, her pl

she crosses her arms over her chest. The hot pink low–cut v–neck sweater along with the tight as hell solid black jeans that Taedora provided for her, seem to fit her deliciously. Delilah was so wrong. They may be a snug fit, but I’ll bet these clothes have never looked better on anyone else in all

particularly large wave crashes near us and we’re splashed instantly with the ocean’s wrath. Without another word I carry her back up the stairs, never tiring and never slowing once until I

lunch to go. I need to get her on the island where she can’t run off, I say loudly, meeting Rose’s incredulous gaze with a

the steak sandwiches he made

really, I do. But that doesn’t mean that you get

away from the cops, to command me! I decide where I go

as I adjust my grip to pull her in closer, switching my hold so that one hand cups her rear near her hip. Her heart begins to

through her jeans. So, I go ahead and grope her ass a bit, squeezing and massaging so shamelessly that her jaw drops to the door. Wouldn’t want her feeling rejected