Foxy on the Run: Book One, Supernatural Bounty Hunters Novellas by E A Price Read Free Book Online

growled at the man who was allowing his mirth at the situation to get the better of him.
    Yes he wanted her, more than he wanted air at that moment, but he wasn’t going to take her on a bathroom floor where anyone could just walk in. He wanted to savor every luscious inch of her body; he wanted to spend hours caressing every dip, every curve... He wanted her not to be on the run for murder.
    Carly screwed up her face and squeezed her eyes until tears started to spring forth. “Don’t even bother.” He grouched. “I’m not falling for that again.”
    She scowled at him. “How did you find me anyway?”
    Jackson smirked. “Pure skill.” Dumb luck .
    She tried to buck her hips against him but it was to no avail, he was far too heavy and way too strong. Her struggles were only serving to heighten her arousal. And his . Okay so crying and playing the sad little fox wasn’t going to work a second time. Now it was time for a different tactic. She wasn’t an idiot; she could scent his desire for her not to mention the blatant, and quite frankly enormous, bulge digging into her stomach.
    She moaned seductively. Or at least what she hoped was seductively . Her experiences had been kind of limited to lights off, fumbling in the dark, silent sex where she was grateful if she even came close to orgasm. She had a feeling he’d make her scream like a banshee .
    Carly bit her lip and thrust her breasts out as far as she could given her entrapment. Her fox was rolling over, figuratively begging him to scratch her belly. She felt a wave of triumph roll through her as he groaned lustily.
    His wolf whimpered at seeing her helpless beneath him. “You’re not making this easy foxy.”
    “Not trying to wolfy ...” She teased.
    “I have to take you in...” Even he didn’t believe the conviction in his voice .
    “But that’s not what you want is it?” She drawled huskily. Man where had she been hiding this side of herself? She was both scared and excited by this newfound sensual Carly.
    Jackson inhaled and exhaled slowly. In and out. In and out . Just stopping himself from ravishing her was taking up all his energy.
    He had to take her to the cops... didn’t he? He knew where his soppy wolf came down on that question so completely ignored him. He just didn’t have to take her right away...
    In spite of her obvious reaction to him he couldn’t escape the niggling doubt that she was actually just flirting with him to get out of going back to jail. Would it make him a bad man to take advantage of that? Yes, definitely. Did he care? Well...
    His inner debate was cut short by the arrival of middle aged tourist. Her socks with sandals and visor were a dead giveaway. She stood gaping at the sight of Jackson straddling Carly on the floor of the bathroom. The room was silent for a couple of beats before Carly let out an almighty wail.
    Jackson almost leapt away from her in surprise. She began bawling exaggeratedly. “Help me!” She cried. “He’s robbing me!”
    The tourist’s eyes went wide and giving Jackson a fearful look she screamed and ran out of the bathroom screaming ‘police’ over and over. He roared and roughly pulled Carly to her feet, dragging her behind him he made for the door only to collide with two very big, very burly security guards. A bull and a bear.
    “Help me!” Whined Carly.
    The bull gave him an alarming smile. “Let go of the girl.” He rumbled, secretly hoping Jackson wouldn’t.
    Luckily for the bull Jackson didn’t take orders very well. He clutched her arm more tightly. “She’s with me, I gotta take her...”
    Carly interrupted him. “He said he was taking me back to his compound to become wife number seven! He said my new name would be Sunday and that I was going to give birth to his pups!” She screeched. Watching TV really did pay off, if she didn’t watch so many cop shows she’d never have come up with that on her own.
    The bear started waving a baton with wild abandon.