Tuesday Teaser July 17, 2018 Gina’s Wolf Part 19

I just finished a lovely 4 day weekend. Well, it was lovely except for the 3 people who died. One was a long time co-worker, who was only 37 years old, another was an old high school friend who was only 58, and the third was an old family friend who died at age 86.  It’s always too young, but Erica and Bobby were far too young. I have to admit it really got me down. When I am down like that I like to jump into a book, or several books, and this weekend was the same. I read 8 books from Friday through Monday. I enjoyed all of them, but Crazy by Eve Langlais  Real Men Snarl by Celia Kyle  Not His Dragon by Annie Nicholas and Fire in His Spirit by Ruby Dixon were my favorites. Of course Blind Beast Mate was interesting too. These are all in KIndle Unlimited. I finally broke down and tried the free month. I probably won’t read enough KU to make it worthwhile, but for this month it definitely is.

Do you do that? Dive into a book for comfort when things suck? You might enjoy these too.

All that pity party reading means I didn’t do as much writing as I wanted to. I started the first love scene in Gina’s Wolf but I didn’t have the heart to finish it. I’ll need to do a significant re-write since my grieving mood didn’t put me in a good place for writing a love scene. But here is what there is, plus the first little bit of Chapter 7 from last week. Hopefully I’ll feel more motivated and will get this written with lots of good emotion and connection between Gina and Cole.

Chapter 7

The room Rose and Carla showed her to wasn’t large, and the bed dominated the furnishings, but there space on the floor for Cole to sleep on. There was even a thick rug, so he wouldn’t be sleeping on the hard, wooden floor.

“You’re in the guest section of the house,” Rose said breezily. “Stone and the other men from the clan are on either side of you. Taye and Carla are on the third floor, with their daughter, Patia. Sky and I are in a room on the other side of the mezzanine.”

What Gina had seen of the house exceeded her expectations of grandeur. The large kitchen led to a small dining room that opened to grand rooms meant for paying guests. A wide staircase swept up from the ground floor in a magnificent curve of polished wood to a second level where the guestrooms were.

President Todd’s mansion was comparable in grandeur, but not as warm or friendly. Even high-ranking guests didn’t stay in the house. But here, the second floor had six rooms which were normally rented out. The Wolfe family were a different kind of guest; they had all the rights and privileges of family, not paying boarders. Everyone took it for granted that she was included in the Wolfe family. It made her feel funny, in a warm way.

“Do you have any luggage?” Carla asked.

Gina shook her head. “I, uh, that is, I hadn’t planned on, uh…”

“That’s okay. We’ll find you some stuff.” Carla waved that off. “You know I’m dying to hear the whole story about you and Colby, but you must be exhausted. Do you want a shower before you go to bed? That’s fine. I’ll run get one of my sleep shirts for you, and my daughter has extra clothes she can share. You’re about the same size. I’ll be right back.”

Cole’s mom turned toward the door but paused and whirled back around to give Gina a hard hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. Be right back!”

She was back in three minutes with an armful of clothes and a girl with long rumpled hair the color of a walnut shell.  Not a girl, Gina realized. In spite of her slender built, she must be around twenty, only a year or two younger than she was.

“I’m Patia,” she announced ebulliently. “Cole’s sister. Are you really his mate?”

Gina’s mouth fell open.

“Hypatia,” her moth said warningly. “Gina has been walking all night. She needs to rest.”

“I know, I know.” The girl smiled, showing off dimples. “I just had to meet her right away, before…” Her smiled dimmed. “Before I go visit Ray.”

A flash of memory struck Gina like a fist. She had met a handsome young man named Ray at the coffee shop where she worked. He was on the train the day her stepfather’s men came. Gina clamped her jaw tightly. They had shot him along with every other man on the train.

Patia’s smile bloomed again, a little forced. “We have to talk tonight. I can give you all kinds of ammunition to use against my brother when he does his impression of a dictator. Which, I’m sure you’ll find out, is almost all the time. But really, he’s a sweetheart. You’ll want to kill him just about every day. I do. But the rest of the time will make up for it.”

“Thank you.” Surprised and a little grateful by Patia’s words, Gina smiled. “I think I’ve already found out that I’ll need some ammunition.”

Patia laughed. “So you haven’t accepted him yet?”

All three of the Wolfe women seemed suddenly very interested in the answer.

“Not yet. I barely know him.”

“You will,” Patia said, some of her sunny effervescence back. “Get to know him, I mean. You know, even when I want to strangle him, I love him. I bet you will, too.”

Want to strangle him? Already been there. Not knowing what to say, Gina just smiled.

Mrs. Wolfe ―Gina cut herself off. All these Mrs. Wolfes were confusing. If Gina accepted Cole she would be another Mrs. Wolfe. There are worse things to be, she reminded herself. For instance, one of many, many Mrs. Allersens. Carla shooed her daughter off to get dressed and laid out the clothes she had brought for Gina. She and Rose pointed out the bathing room at the corner of the mezzanine hall, wished her good sleep, and left.

Not sure of how much hot water was available, Gina showered and dried off in record time, scurried back to her room, changed into a crisp cotton nightgown trimmed in lace, and got into the soft bed. She barely had time to enjoy the soft mattress, the warmth of the quilts, and the sense of safety before she fell blissfully into sleep.

She didn’t know how long she slept before the knowledge that she wasn’t alone in the bed penetrated the waves of sleep that buried her. The thick drapes over the window kept out most of the sun, but not all. When she craned her head to look at the bed behind her she was able to make out Colby’s body curled around her own. Outrage stiffened her back. That just pressed his face tighter against the back of her neck. He must have moved her hair aside at some point, because his cheek was warm against the skin of her neck.

She swallowed. That felt kind of … nice. Cautiously, one centimeter at a time, she turned her head to look at him. He was outside the blankets, bare chested, but wearing the same too big jeans. One of his arms lay heavy over her waist. The muscle under the smooth golden skin fascinated her. She pressed back, barely moving to keep from waking him, trying to feel more of his oddly exciting warmth against her back. Her heart picked up speed.

This was wrong. Not being in the same bed with a man ―well, a little of that― but if he tried to feel her out while she was sleeping she would be angry. Maybe he would be angry if she took advantage of him while he slept?

Oops. He wasn’t asleep any more. His head was raised, those deep dark eyes open and fixed on her. She swallowed. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

His gravelly voice gave her goosebumps. She swallowed again.

“Did you sleep well?”

Crap. She hadn’t meant to say that. She should have asked him what the heck he was doing in bed when he should be on the floor. But she didn’t want him on the floor. She wanted him here. She wanted… Without thinking about it, she twisted so she was on her other side, facing him, and put her lips against his.

Anything he might have said in reply to her question –what was her question again?—went unsaid. The arm he’d had over her waist lifted so his hand could frame her face and pull her closer. She forgot everything except the wild thrill of having his lips on hers. The thrill grew when he opened his mouth to lick over her lips. Somehow, and she honestly wasn’t sure how, she found herself on her back with him lying over her. She clutched his hair as he kissed his way from her mouth to her throat and back to her mouth. He buried her in sweet, wet heat that made her breathing hitch and her heart pound.

Even through her nightgown, two quilts and his jeans, she felt his erection pressing against her. Gina had been sheltered and she didn’t have any personal experience with lovemaking, but she wasn’t totally ignorant either. All the heat his kisses had kindled in her rushed to the place between her thighs. She knew what was digging into her. Her own response to his heat and weight was to let her thighs part a little. It felt amazingly good.

Some of the haze of passion cleared when he tugged the covers down a few inches and cupped his hand around her breast through the nightgown. His mother’s nightgown. Yikes. What was she doing?

“Sweet mate,” he groaned.

She coughed, trying to grab the tattered remains of her sanity. “”Um, Cole.” She blew out a breath. “I only meant to say hi.”

His eyes were heavy-lidded when he raised his head to look at her. “You did say hi,” he purred. “And then you kissed me.”

Her breast seemed perfectly happy to have him caress it. “Yeah. Um.”

His hand stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”