Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

until then.
    Blister burst through the door to the kitchen, fully intent on killing the asshole human, and hoping like hell he could get the image of the bastard between his angel’s legs out of his head when this was all over.
    But the scene wasn’t what his fucked up mind had imagined it to be.
    Annie’s lidded gaze jumped to him, becoming wide with surprise. The human didn’t pay him any attention at all. He just continued… stuffing his face full of food.
    She smiled carefully. “Hi, Blister.”
    He took a deep breath, shaking from emotions he couldn’t hope to contain. He wasn’t too late. It wasn’t what he’d thought. Shit. Fucking, shit. He’d almost strangled someone and it would’ve been a ghastly misunderstanding.
    He needed to mark her. Claim her, so this could never happen again. He needed to touch her. Breathe her in, so he knew she was real and okay and safe and… his. 
    On shaky legs he walked to the bar where she leaned across, sharing a… cheesecake? with the human. They each had a fork and they were eating straight out of the pan.
    “Everything okay?” she asked, her smile still in place.
    Finally the human acknowledged his presence, looking up and noticing the glare Blister couldn’t stop from happening. The bastard raised his eyebrows as if to say, “What?” and Blister jammed his hands in his pocket to keep from throttling the guy for absolutely no reason except that he’d thought he’d had his hands on his mate.
    Wisely, the human set his fork on the counter and stood. “I’d better get back to work. I’ll never live it down if I spend all my time eating while everyone else sweats.”
    “Alright, but dinner will be at sunset, okay? Don’t forget.”
    The human grinned, his expression charming. “I could never.”
    He nodded at Blister and left.
    Breathing through his mouth, Blister tried desperately to come down from his rage.
    “Want some?” Annie asked, gesturing to the cheesecake with her fork.
    He stared at it, trying to make sense of her question. All he wanted was a guarantee that the nightmare he’d thought was going down in here would never happen. Shit, what was he going to do? How was he ever going to let her have a life without him?
    “Blister?” His name on her lips was gentle, concerned, and it brought his gaze to her.
    She smiled sweetly, tentatively. Almost as if she wasn’t sure what expression to use with him and was trying out her go-to.
    He didn’t know what made him do it, but he was dead honest with her. “I thought you and… and…”
    “Ryan?” That name from her mouth sounded all wrong. He hated it.
    “Yes. Ryan. I heard you and I thought you two were…”
    Her smile faded. “Were what?”
    “Being passionate.” He spat the words like they tasted nasty.
    “Oh.” Annie looked away, her blush blooming like a rose on a time lapsed video. “Well, we weren’t. Nothing like that.” She gave a nervous laugh.
    “I see that now.”
    “It’s the cheesecake,” she mumbled. “It’s a proven fact I can’t eat cheesecake quietly. Punk and Ella make fun of me for it all the time.”
    Blister stayed quiet, letting everything sink in, and thinking of ways he could dispel the adrenaline still rushing his system threatening to pull his wolf from his body.
    “It’s really good,” she said, cutting a bite with her fork. “Do you want to try it?”
    He stared hard at her, drinking in her mild nature, her beauty. The way she wasn’t afraid of him. The way she looked at him as if he was any other man. She never shied away from him. Not even when he was as volatile as he was now.
    She held the bite of cheesecake up. Her offering was there for him to accept. His mate wanted to feed him. Feed him something she loved. Something that made her moan in pleasure.
    The vulnerability in her eyes is what made him lean forward. He kept his gaze on hers in case she got uncomfortable at his nearness. Somehow, he pushed away the thought of his deformed mouth