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His roughness was on full display, churning the water until waves crashed over our bodies. The man was in control and I sensed he’d rolled onto the balls of his feet while fucking me. I’d fantasized about sex in the outdoors before, but this was perfect. We were protected, the stars shining brightly over our heads and the sensations were completely electric.

I tossed my head from side to side while bucking him like some wild horse. The smile lingered on his face, his eyes as hooded as I’d seen them.

This would go down as one amazing experience. He spun us around in the water, ensuring we were both kept cool. With the way he was holding me, caressing my skin, I could almost believe he cared about me. Nah. This was completely physical, nothing but a blip in time that would never be repeated.

But my memory would keep the sinful filth alive and well.

We kept our eyes locked on one another, lost in the moment. Anyone could be watching or even filming and neither of us would know nor care.

With my core on fire, I lost almost all ability to breathe. And that’s when he crushed his lips over mine as he’d done before.

Only this time was even more possessive, his tongue assaulting mine. He kept us locked together while his stamina continued to build. I’d never felt so fulfilled or so alive and somewhere in the back of my mind, I wished we could do this all night long.

Alas, my body wasn’t interested in what my mind wanted, an orgasm sweeping through me much hotter than before. I threw my head back, my strangled cry filling the night air, floating away with the light breeze.

In the next few seconds, another noise drowned out my sensual roar.

Coyotes.

They weren’t singing in recognition and certainly not in appreciation, the sound now mournful from hearing the strangled, animalic cry of a human who should never attempt to sing.

Which in turn pushed us both into laughter.

That didn’t stop his rough actions or my need to have him fill me. We continued our primal dance, sloshing water everywhere until I was waterlogged. But seeing his expression go from being jovial to something highly carnal fueled the current with gasoline. There was no denying the fire between us as his actions became frenzied, his brutal fucking keeping me on a stark high of ecstasy.

When he finally allowed himself to release, erupting deep inside, I’d be damned if the coyotes didn’t howl again.

For an entirely different reason.

That was the moment I realized not only had I just fucked a tall, dark, and handsome stranger.

I’d also fucked a wolf.

CHAPTER 7

Beck

Call me a snoop.

I was okay with that.

I’d been called plenty of other things in my twenty-seven years of being on this planet from a dominator to a stud muffin, a menace to a nerd. Why not add snoop into the mix?

Why was I snooping around Sloane’s hotel suite? Because she’d left me all alone in a huge king-size bed sometime that morning.

And I hadn’t given her permission.

The thought fueled the bad boy inside while I noticed a pamphlet she’d left on the dresser. Hmmm… A massage. That’s right. The hotel had a spa. When I turned the brochure over, I noticed a handwritten time.

I checked my phone, pumping my fist as soon as I did. “Yes.”

With any luck, I had just enough time to crash her private event. Wasn’t a couple’s massage more fun anyway? I had a couple of hours before the team had to leave for the airport. Why not indulge my wolf one last time?

The night before had been… spectacular. Including being serenaded by some local wildlife. Even after a couple of hot rounds of sex, my cock continued to ache. With pep in my step, I headed to the lobby, immediately noticing the coach. Oops.

Explaining to him what I was doing wasn’t on my to-do list. Especially since I’d never hear the end of it if he learned who I’d spent the night with. You bet we had a basic morals clause in our contract, which eliminated fornicating with anyone from any current news teams.

I grabbed a complimentary morning copy of USA Today, hiding behind it as I stayed close to the wall. At least first thing in the morning the coach was more than a little bit disheveled, even chanting the word ‘coffee’ over and over again.