I PARK my motorcycle at the Rio Grande gorge bridge and walk down to check out the scene at the end of the bridge.
And it is a scene. There are vendors assembled on the side, some with tables set up, some operating out of buses or the backs of pickup trucks. There are pinon nuts for sale. Local honey. Jewelry. The vendors are a mix of Native Americans and hippies.
A bridge stretches across the Rio Grande gorge, a nauseating six hundred or more feet above the giant canyon. I hear a tour guide telling someone it’s one of the highest bridges in the country. I recognize it from Easy Rider and one of the Terminator movies—favorites of mine.
I scent the air, catching the smell of coffee, ice cream, sweat. The sun beats harder in the high altitude and my leather riding jacket suddenly feels too hot.
I peel it off and toss it over the seat of the bike. I don’t know why, but I have a good feeling about this rest ar
OH LORDY.I forgot how attractive Tom is. Huge, masculine, muscular goodness. Immovable as a wall, both physically and emotionally.But he’s an alpha male, so when Chas asked about yoga, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing his dick in the ring. Yeah, mixed metaphor. My specialty.How emotionally immature.And slightly flattering.Well, it might have been flattering if he hadn’t pretty much given me the brush off. So now it’s just annoying. Like he doesn’t want me, but no one else is allowed to have me either? I don’t think so.I’m not playing that game, big boy.I’m not playing any game with you. If you want me, come and get it. But if you’re still not ready, don’t waste my time. I have a life to live.I head back to my tables and start packing things up for the evening. I haven’t sold a single piece today. Which is ho
THIS WOMAN IS FUCKING KILLING me.I mean, seriously. I might die. Not just the stretching part, although that sucks. I’m a wolf, though.Indestructible. It may hurt now, but I’ll recover in twenty minutes. No, it’s the fucking cock tease.I have little Miss Yogi wrapping those heaven-scented hands around my hips—so close to my dick—and there’s only one thing running through my mind.Pound. Her. Hard.I have an urgent need to get the woman on her knees and show her the best use for that stretchy lithe body.And the worst thing is every time she walks anywhere near me, guiding us with that sing-song voice of hers, I get a half-boner, which is really fucking hard to hide in these gym shorts.This is pure agony. It was absolute idiocy that spurred me into coming. Except that dickless prick from the gorge is front and center, trying to show off his prowess. So yeah. I
I DON’T KNOW what possessed me to invite Tom for cocktails. This isn’t his crowd. Definitely isn’t his scene. But I guess I’m not willing to say goodbye yet. Not when being near him lights my whole body up like a Christmas pole. I mean tree.I take his hand and lead him into the restaurant. I don’t know why I grabbed his hand—maybe to send a message to Chas, whose attention is getting way too annoying. Maybe it’s to send a message to Tom that I’m still interested.Either way, it’s too intimate of a gesture. The air between us charges. He chokes on a breath. My nipples go taut.Chas looks back and takes it in, expression falling.Tom growls like a wild beast.It’s Animal Kingdom weird and hot as hell.I slide into the giant circular booth seat where Adele, Charlie, Sadie, Chas and a few other random yogis are gathered and scoot over to make room for Tom.He frown
WHAT AM I DOING?What in the fuck am I doing?I find myself circling Jasmine’s VW bus in the parking lot across the street from the plaza. I meant to march out here, get on my bike and drive off.It was a solid plan.Okay, fuck that. It was a cowardly plan. Jasmine had taken off for the bathroom, and I had a boner as big as the Sears building, and I couldn’t get my wolf under control.So I bailed.But now I can’t bring myself to actually leave. Which seriously pisses me off.Damn that ridiculous and beautiful human.The thought of hurting Jasmine’s feelings shouldn’t be such a big factor here, but it is.Well, she is my daughter-in-law’s mother. She’s like family. I wouldn’t want to give offense and piss off Tank or Foxfire.Or Jasmine.Yeah, it’s totally about Jasmine.There’s something magical and mystical, and fuck, ye
I NEARLY SHIFT RIGHT THERE in the street.Somehow, I know the crash involved Jasmine. I sprint at top speed to the intersection as a wrecked silver Volvo tears off down a side street.And there, in the middle of the intersection, is Jasmine’s bus, smashed on the side like she got T-boned, and spun around facing the sidewalk.“Jasmine!” I shout, leaping over the wall separating me from the road and nearly tearing her door off its hinges.There’s no airbag, nothing soft for her delicate human face to hit. Jasmine’s forehead rests on the steering wheel and the smell of her blood makes my vision dome. I’m ready to shift to defend her, but there’s no one left to fight. The assholes took off after smashing into my lovely human.“Jasmine. Fuck, Jasmine.” I want to tear the bus apart to make space for her crumpled body. I draw in a deep breath to calm the fuck down.Chri
I’M TRAPPED in a room with a giant wolf-man and no hope of escape.Seriously, it’s that bad.Tom insisted on bringing me to the little cottage he airbnb’ed. My car is parked out front, but I haven’t been allowed to see the damage. It was too dark when we got here last night, and Tom won’t let me out of bed today.He’s standing in the bedroom doorway now, doing his best to intimidate me into climbing back under the covers.Unfortunately, I find his form of intimidation lethally attractive.“The doctor said I’m fine,” I insist. Just some lacerations and bruising. A stiff neck from whiplash. And the broken arm. Which still throbs, even inside the cast.“I’m gonna call bullshit on that one. Get back in bed before I put you there.”Despite my aches and pains, my pulse picks up at the threat. I don’t mind the idea of Tom manhandling me a little. He m
I DISCONNECT one of the wires to Jasmine’s alternator, just in case she’s serious about leaving. I don’t think she will, but the woman is pretty stubbornly independent.And it wouldn’t be the first time she’s run off on me.I rub my forehead as the testier part of me grumbles that I should let her leave if she wants to leave. I’m not looking to get tangled up with her again anyway. But there’s no way I can let her fend for herself like this.A few days until she’s out of pain and I can get her bus repaired. Then we can part ways before things get intense again.It’s the only decent thing I can do.I walk over to the diner and pick up three orders of the huevos rancheros (two for me, because I have a wolf’s appetite), and I get a couple giant bear claw pastries too.My wolf gets cheerful on the walk back, like the idea of providing for a fema
I’M UP, showered, and sitting on the couch reading on my Kindle app when Tom returns. “I found the guy who hit you.”A car pulls into the drive and a scrawny guy with a t-shirt stained with blood tumbles out of the passenger side.“Tom… what did you do to him?”“I busted his nose,” Tom answers like it was the only logical action he could’ve taken. “And I told him he’d better fucking fix your bus. So he’s here to take it. Toss me the keys.”My mouth drops open. I’m not sure what I think. Whether Tom is a hero or someone I really should distance myself from. Violence isn’t something I condone.I do appreciate him arranging to have my VW fixed, though.I pull out my keys and then hesitate. “What if he steals it?” I mean the guy looks totally sketchy. Definitely a tweaker. That’s probably why he left the scene of the acciden