Temptation (Journal of the Wolves of Spruce Hollow) by Tarrah Betts Read Free Book Online Page B

and musky and my wolf growled in appreciation as it hit my nostrils.
    He liked to act all prissy and responsible but deep down, my wolf was a sexual animal, just like I was. He liked it when I was buried deep between a woman’s legs almost as much as I did.
    We both couldn’t help it, it was in our Were nature to dominate and possess.
    From the looks these two blondes had been throwing our way throughout the night, I’m sure anyone of us, not just Caver, could have walked up to them and taken them both home.
    But not me though, no freaking way. Not with these two. Not even if you paid me.
    I cocked my head and looked at them. They were still shaking their hips and undulating in time to the music. They both looked to be about twenty; maybe twenty-one at the most and I didn’t do little girls.
    Seriously, I had enough of that poison waiting for me at home if I wanted to taste it.
    At twenty-six years old, I’d reached the point where twenty-four was my age limit and most times I didn’t even like to go that young.
    Seriously, I was a really “old” twenty-six because of everything I’d had to go through with Aspen. Finding my mate as a six year old girl had switched me into parent mode well before my time and because of that, I was strictly a “look but don’t touch anyone younger than me” type of guy. Period.
    There were just too many problems hooking up with someone young like that, the words “hot mess” immediately came to mind too. Also, way too much drama and possessiveness, for one thing.
    And then there was the crying that invariably accompanied young women. Oh jesus, the crying.
    Hearing women cry always made me feel like blowing my brains out. I hated it; women’s tears manipulated me and messed with my head. Thank god, Aspen hadn’t made that connection yet; otherwise I’d be putty in her tiny little hands.
    Plus, you never knew with younger girls, you could always accidentally run into a “I’m saving myself for my knight in shinning armor…and you’re him” type of girl.
    Ugh, virgins. Now that would be a nightmare. I just steered clear of young girls altogether, they were trouble with a capital “T”.
    As we watched the girls dance, I noticed Caver was ignoring them. I wonder if this was one of his pick up tactics? Instead, he was entertaining us with a story about the Widow Jenkins, who lived just outside of town.
    The Widow Jenkins was an attractive middle-aged woman who had married a much older man when she was in her twenties. He had invariably kicked the bucket seven years after they said “I do”, leaving her with a large farm that bred championship blood line Lipizzaner stallions and more than three million dollars in assets.
    She had come into the auto body shop about a year ago to pick up her Mercedes, which was also just around the same time that Caver had started working for me and The Widow Jenkins took one look at the tall, dark haired and muscular Caver and got this look in her eyes.
    I believe it was one that said, “I want you to be my boy toy and money is no object” and she had been chasing him relentlessly like a bitch in heat ever since.
    Caver tried to steer clear of her, which was surprising because The Widow Jenkins wasn’t a bad looking woman. If I had to narrow it down to one thing, I think it was because Caver was looking for fun, while the Widow Jenkins was looking for a companion to occupy her time and since Caver enjoyed his freedom and variety way too much to settle down with one woman, no matter how much money or gifts were involved in the deal, The Widow Jenkins was out of luck.
    Caver had us all laughing when I felt my cell phone vibrating in my jeans pocket against my thigh. I reached for it, expecting it to be Andie wanting a late night bootie call.
    Good.
    I had been kind of avoiding her and hadn’t seen her all week and was feeling pretty worked up and in need of sexual release.
    After watching Aspen walking around the house in her tiny little