I OUGHT to be glad Jasmine’s through with me. I called her on her shit and she walked, same as last time.
But there’s something itchy and unsettled in my center. Like I fucked up and I need to fix it.
So my compromise is making sure Jasmine gets safely to her RV instead of wandering around the plaza like a vagabond.
The drive to her RV is beautiful and the place she chose to park exquisite. She’s nestled right on the edge of the Rio Grande gorge, but still among pine trees.
She has a couple solar panels on the roof, a solar shower set up in a tree and a little flower pot with wilted columbines by the front door.
“Oh, you’re thirsty, aren’t you, sweet flowers? Let me give you a drink.” The looney woman is talking to her flowers. She opens the RV and comes back out with a jug of water, which she pours on the wilted flowers. “The pot is too small,” she says to me, as if I was wonderin
“DARLING, I’m fine. Truly. Tom took good care of me.” I called Foxfire as soon as I got settled. My RV functions perfectly off the grid with solar generated electricity to charge my cell phone. I just have to haul in my own water if I want to shower more than once a week because Taos only gets twelve inches a year of precipitation.This is the first chance I’ve had to actually speak with Foxfire, although we’ve texted all day.“I still don’t understand why Tom was there. Are you two… a couple now or something?” She sounds slightly nauseated by the thought. But children never like to think of their parents as sexual beings. Even with the sex-positive upbringing I gave Foxfire, she’s squeamish about this.“No!” My voice sounds too high-pitched. “He’s here on business. I ran into him at the gorge bridge. And then he came to yoga.”Foxfire makes a
I DON’T KNOW what in the fuck I’m doing. If I believed she was capable of it, I would say Jasmine is truly a witch and she cast a spell on me.But that’s obviously not her speed. She’s not looking to tangle anyone into her web.Not intentionally, anyway.Yet, tangled I am. That’s the only explanation I have for why I feel it’s necessary to drive her bus out to her with supplies in the back to make her flower boxes.It’s stupid, really.I should just be dropping the vehicle off and then slink off to shift and sniff around her place to see what I can find. I have a job to do for Alpha Green.Instead I’m set on playing gardener to a woman who doesn’t want my help.Fuck-nuts crazy.And yet when Jasmine bursts out the door in all her jasmine glory when I pull up, I forget all my grudging reluctance. Her hair is pulled up on the top of her head in a messy bun that ma
TOM THINKS I chose this lifestyle out of frivolity.But the truth is, he’s not the only one who left a relationship with a wound that never closed.And even though I never talk about it, it feels important to tell him.“All I ever wanted was to settle down and have a family.” Tom snorts, but when he sees I’m serious, he stills.“I got married young. Just a year out of high school. To a nice young man. He was an actuary for an insurance firm. He wanted children—at least three. And he wanted to be the big man and support me to stay at home and raise the kids.”Tom stares at me with disbelief, like I might be making a long joke.“I wanted kids for as long as I can remember. Since I was carrying around dolls at age three, probably, so it seemed perfect.”Tom gets tense. “What happened?” There’s a warning growl in his voice, like he’s
AFTER LUNCH, Jasmine leaves me at my place and heads out to the bridge to work.I’m still anxious to get back and sniff around Jasmine’s RV in wolf form, but I’m going to wait until tonight. The moon is full. If there are other shifters around, they might be out on the hunt. I may find what I’m looking for.In the meantime, I head into town and stop into the local dive bars, asking about my buddy Buzz. No one’s heard of him. And I don’t get the sense they’re lying, either. Maybe my friend isn’t inthese parts anymore.I end up walking through the plaza. Everything reminds me of Jasmine. The cantina where we had drinks. The place I was standing when I heard her car wreck. The roof where she gave me the worst cock tease of my life.Where these thoughts used to grate on me, now all I feel is warmth for the beautiful human. Hearing about her past pain made it all clear to me no
THE LONG MOURNFUL howl of a wolf wakes me in the night.The moon is full.I hear coyotes all the time, but I’ve never heard a wolf before. I’m not sure how I even know it’s a wolf, but I do. Living in an RV, it often sounds like animals are close—just outside the thin walls. I usually love it, but tonight a shiver runs up my spine.Even though it’s warm out, I pull the covers up to my chin.I hear a stick crack beneath my window. The sound of panting.Oh goddess, the wolf is right outside. A real wolf, not a spirit animal.I sit up and pull the curtain aside to peer out. The moonlight clearly illuminates a giant black wolf with glowing amber eyes. He’s sniffing the ground around my RV.My heart skips a beat.Another wolf howls, farther away. The black wolf lifts its head and cocks its ears to listen. It stands still, waiting. Listening.I hold my breath.Another ho
THE SHARP TANG of blood on my tongue brings me fully back.Oh fuck.What have I done?“Baby?” I murmur softly, lapping at Jasmine’s wound with my tongue to speed the healing.Thank fuck—I don’t think I hit an artery. The blood loss is minimal and the wound doesn’t appear too deep.But I just violated pack law. First, I let a human see me shift, then I marked her. Both acts are forbidden. And the oldest of laws would require me to kill any human who knows about our kind.Which obviously isn’t going to happen.But damn. I really screwed up. My alpha is going to have my head. I could lose my place in the pack—again.Again, over a female.But my self-flagellation has no place here right now. I need to take care of my female. She’s injured and probably scared and confused.“Was that a love bite?” she mumbles.“What?” A ch
I WAKE up to the sound of clanging metal outside the Airstream. The soreness between my legs and the wound on my shoulder brings it all back.Tom.My wolf.I slip on a short, thin robe covered with roses and step outside. The air still has the bite of morning chill and the smell of pine and sage fills my nostrils.Tom has my bus jacked up and the tires off.“Good morning.” My voice is still rusty, which gives it a husky quality.He looks over, his expression softer than I’ve ever seen it. “Morning to you, sunshine.” “What are you doing?”“Rotating your tires. One of them needs a little air. I can fill it for you next time we’re in town.” “I know how to—” I start to say, but he silences me with a frown.I smile. Okay, he wants to help. Let him help. It’s nice to have someone else to shoulder the burden for a change. I just don&rsquo
WE RIDE into town on the Harley, mainly because I need to keep Jasmine’s body close to mine. Shewraps her arms around my waist and presses her chest against my back, humming softly. At least I think she’s humming. It’s hard to hear over the roar of the motor, but that’s what it feels like. A soft reverberation that goes straight to my dick.I’ve been riding a motorcycle since I was eight years old, but it’s totally different with Jasmine on the bike. She’s a human. Fragile as fuck. One accident and she could be taken from me. I had the fear of that put into me with her crash earlier this week.Not that I’ve ever had an accident in my life. My reflexes are sharp and my nerves steady. But I drive differently knowing I have precious cargo on the bike. Double-check my mirrors, keep my speed down.I can’t see Jasmine but I sense her enjoyment and it does something to my wo