Species Interaction by Cheyenne Meadows Read Free Book Online

lady, where are you?"
    He had that 'you're in big trouble' vibe to his voice. "Umm. I was afraid Meat would have problems teleporting to the ranch as he's never been there before, and he was late. So I thought I'd better go to his house, make sure he was okay, and then hurry back to the ranch." Before I got caught.
    Dad paused for a long moment, then sighed. "Why do daughters give their fathers such headaches?"
    Was that a rhetorical question? I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off. "Gather up your tomcat and get back here, young lady."
    "Okay."
    "Now."
    I closed the phone and sent Meat a look. His expression fell from horny to less than thrilled.
    "Are you ready?"
    He nodded, taking my hand and pulling me into his strong arms. My nose tucked into his chest as I inhaled his rich spicy scent.
    "I'm sorry, baby. I never meant to get you into trouble. When I found you gone from the club, I…"
    I gave him a squeeze. "I know. But it all turned out well. You caught Jack, I learned to strip…"
    He squeezed me hard, grinding his hips into my belly and groaned. "Don't remind me." A small kiss topped my head. "On second thought, you can remind me later."
    I smiled up at him, standing on tiptoe for a proper kiss.
    My phone rang again. Grumbling, I flipped it open to hear Dad once more. "Sweetheart, I said now, not next week."
    "We're coming."
    I shut the phone and glanced up at Meat's wicked expression.
    "Oh, we'll be coming a lot before the day is over."
    Jeez. Shifter kitties were all about food and mating, but not necessarily in that order. Good thing I happened to like sex with a particular shifter kitty.
    He chuckled, grabbed his bag, and took my hand. "You playing tour guide?"
    I nodded. "Hold on tight."
    Closing my eyes, I pictured my bedroom at the ranch, the old-fashioned bed complete with antique quilt.
    "Oh, if you're a good girl, I'll let you hold onto something else. Maybe even have a Meat popsicle. I packed the chocolate syrup."
    Oh, boy.
    I opened my eyes to a not so unfamiliar sight. Groans and moans split the air, as I stared at a man's naked rear.
    Meat stood shocked for a long moment then snorted as he fought the laughter.
    I glared up at him as a quite nude Andrew swung around to face me. "Shyanne!"
    Quickly, I covered my eyes. "Sorry! Good grief!"
    I spun, headed for the door, which opened wide, revealing a totally naked Dad. "ACK!" My hand slapped over my line of vision once more. "I need therapy!"
    Meat burst out laughing. "Now I know why they don't want you teleporting. You inevitably find naked people. Like some magnet that draws you right to them. A penis magnet called Shyanne."
    Frowning, I shot him a look. "That wasn't nice. Besides, you were the one telling me about your choccy popsicle that I could lick."
    Dad coughed. "If you had arrived the first time I called, you wouldn't be so traumatized now. That's what you get for delaying my bedtime."
    "But how did you know…?"
    "Parents always know." Dad lifted his chin and winked at Andrew.
    Andrew snorted.
    "Baby Girl, I think I just might need your therapy session this week." Dad strode farther into the room, gently pushing me out the door. Meat received a heavier shove, still cackling. The bedroom door soundly shut, I breathed again, trying hard to wipe the disturbing image out of my mind.
    Meat grabbed my hand, tugging me to the steps. "Did I mention you never cease to entertain?"
    I rolled my eyes.

Chapter 6
     
    The immediate family sat around the large supper table. Meat on my left. The boys demanded to sit beside their grandfather, who occupied the chair at the head of the table, flanked by Andrew.
    Delcine received Meat's most gentlemanly attention when she sat opposite him. The gray-headed elderly housekeeper slash nanny had worked for Dad and Andrew for a number of years. More than once Meat remarked over her fine cooking, the glitter in her eyes, and her obvious fortitude in order to handle not one, but two overbearing men. She agreed