Allister, J. Rose - Displaced Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by J. Rose Allister Page A

dangerous.
    “You’re like ice,” he growled. “I take it you won’t go out there because of Nash?”
    “I’m not cuddling up with him under the covers. Hell no.”
    “It’s the fastest way to warm you.”
    “I’d rather freeze.”
    “Then I have to get you into a hot shower, at least.”
    “Just let me sleep.”
    He ignored her and leaned down to flip on the water, rubbing her arms vigorously when he stood up again. Concern radiated from his gold-flecked eyes, which steam soon began to obliterate. When he bent down to pick her up again, she grunted and pushed him back. “No,” she half bellowed through teeth that were chattering so hard she wondered whether they might break. “Please don’t. I have a thing about that.”
    “What? Bein’ carried?”
    She nodded. “And being helpless, really.”
    “Just hurry and get in that shower, if you think you’re steady enough. Your lips are blue.”
    As it turned out, she wasn’t steady after all, a fact she discovered the moment she tried to heft a foot over into the tub. She felt shivery and drunk at the same time. Not that she knew what being drunk felt like. Connor grabbed her when she teetered, and somehow she made it under the spray of water—another move she regretted.
    She jumped back with a flinch. “Too hot!”
    Connor climbed in front of her, blocking the spray with his powerful body and giving her a perfect view of his perfect ass while he bent to fiddle with the temperature knobs. “It ain’t that hot,” he said. “You’re just too cold to tolerate it.”
    She flicked her gaze upward just as he turned back, gathering her in his arms. Both of their bodies were slippery and wet now, and she tingled from far more than just the needlelike ping of the spray. His arms circled her, hard and warm and strong. The sensation was much more comforting than it had any right to be in light of the things Terra had seen in their short acquaintance. Nevertheless, his touch soothed her wracking chills while sending all new ones along her spine.
    “It’s not safe, you know, fallin’ asleep in a tub like that,” he said, rubbing his hands over her back. One grazed her bottom, and both of them stiffened.
    “I was just trying to cool off,” she said, something that might become an issue again and forevermore with Connor’s stiff cock still pressed to her. “I was burning up with that fever. I didn’t mean to nod off.”
    “You dunked yourself in chilled water? You must have been bad off.”
    “The water was warm when I got in. Sort of.”
    “The fever can be fierce, but it broke.” He seemed to consider that for a moment. “That’s why you passed out. It’s what happens after. You’ll be done with all this now.”
    “How do you know?”
    “It’s somethin’ that happens to werewolf mates when they come of age. The chemical shift can be intense, I hear, especially if you give into it the way you did last night.”
    She swallowed back the embarrassing thought of masturbating right in front of him. “So, you’re saying this wasn’t some superflu.”
    “No.” He lowered his head to hers. “It was your body preparin’ to be mine.”
    Her nipples were rock hard when he claimed her mouth, yet somehow stiffened even further as his tongue probed the part between her lips, demanding entry. She opened for him and felt her numb body surge to life as his tongue plunged into her mouth. He growled and slid a hand into her wet hair, pulling her head back and turning his attentions to her jaw, then laving a hot tongue along her throat.
    “Jesus, I want you, Terra.”
    His cock throbbed against her, and her hips responded by pressing closer to his stiff length. Connor grabbed her ass and thrust his cock right between her thighs, and she cried out when the length of it rubbed back and forth along her cunt lips and clit. She whimpered in need and he pushed himself against her harder, but then he released her.
    His voice sounded thick. “If you don’t stop