Miss Taken
colors and the swelling had gone down enough she could actually walk. The night before, she found a bottle of painkillers in her bag, so she swallowed a couple. They’d helped her sleep and not think about Luke. Or his body. Or his tongue.
    She caught him in the kitchen, dressed for fall instead of the bitter cold outside.
    “Good morning,” she said, clearing her throat and eyeing the coffee maker.
    He glanced at her from the cup of coffee he had in his hand. “Good morning. Coffee?”
    She nodded. “Yes, please. I need something to wake me up or I’ll spend the day yawning.”
    He grabbed a second mug from the dish rack. “Want me to prepare it or do you like to do it yourself?”
    She licked her lips and offered her hand. “I got it.”
    She spooned sugar and cream into her mug, all the while trying to stop her girl bits from flooding her panties with wetness. He looked like the typical woodsman. He wore a checkered shirt, opened at the collar with a pair of well-worn jeans that made his legs and ass look hotter than summer in Florida. Her gaze ran up to his face and air caught in her lungs. His icy blue eyes stared back at her filled with lust. Talk about making a girl feel sexy first thing in the morning.
    His beard had grown thicker and his scar was almost fully covered by hair. She wanted to rub her palm on his jaw.
    “Do you leave the short beard on purpose to make women’s hormones stupid?”
    A slow smile curled over his lips. He took a sip of his coffee before shaking his head. “No.”
    She drank her own coffee and internally moaned as he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “You sure?”
    He laughed. “Positive.” Then he took a step closer and inhaled. “You like it.”
    Liked it? His beard had been the centerfold of her dreams the previous night. It had been rubbed all over her body and even made her come with long, shudders when he ate her pussy.
    Someone knocked at the door. She jumped back a step and brought the coffee mug to her lips.
    He opened the door and let his friend Bastien in.
    “Let’s do a quick scan around the house,” Luke said.
    “Good morning to you too,” Bastien said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
    She wished she had a second pair with her. The constant squinting gave her horrible headaches.
    “Good morning,” she smiled at the other hunky man. Unlike Luke, Bastien had broader shoulders with the same height, making him appear huge. She didn’t know what kind of shifter he was, but with his friendly smile she guessed a nice animal like a bunny or something.
    “Hello. I’m Bastien,” he grinned, “the nice neighbor.”
    “I’m Kira,” she pointed down at her foot, “the clumsy stranger.”
    Luke turned to face Kira. “We’ll only be a few minutes. Then we need to go up the hill where I found you.”
    “I want to go with you,” she said and raised a hand when he appeared ready to argue. “I don’t want to stay here alone.”
    He nodded. “I can understand that. I don’t want you alone either.”
    She let that sentence slide. Why would he care about her being alone in his house? But her belly did flip-flops and she got way too excited over his concern.
    “Before you go out, can I borrow your cell phone?”
    He gave her a penetrating look and handed her his phone. “We’ll only be a few steps away from the house. If you need me, poke your head out the door. And call my name.”
    Whoa! That sounded bad. Call his name. Like she’d almost done the night when she’d been on top of him, riding him and using his cock to find her own release.
    She nodded and watched both men leave the house. Luke’s phone was a top of the line smartphone like hers. She pulled up his web browser and searched up her company contact information.
    Carly would think she was insane for going when the weather was bad, but Kira was too busy with work to remember to check for storms.
    She dialed the office and took her mug to the living room.
    “Rakida Construction,” the receptionist

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