Wild Read online Renee Rose (Wolf Ranch #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ranch Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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Over ten years in the military, and one pint-sized woman ruined it all. At least it wasn’t life or death, unless some guy looked overlong at my mate in that sundress. Still, watching Marina bubble with excitement over her plans for the evening made it impossible for me to complain. She was so fucking adorable. Her happiness would be contagious if I wasn’t so sick with need for her and trying to keep my hands off her.

And the ranch hands away. Johnny was close to her age and would be on her like bees to a flower. I knew I was being insane, but I didn’t want any of the guys to think they had a chance, and that had meant sticking close to her through dinner. There was no doubt they could scent me on her, but I hadn’t marked her. She was still fair game, if they fucking dared.

The hottest female on the planet had just been in my bed. I should have zero complaints. But I’d just resolved not to touch her for a fucking year. I’d made it two hours. I wasn’t sure if I could make it. Then I thought of Boyd’s bet. The fucker.

I might not be able to touch her, but letting her go out on the town without my protection was an impossibility. That was never going to fucking happen.

When we heard the crunch of gravel out on the drive, and Johnny appeared in the kitchen saying there was a limo out front, the first words out of my mouth were, “Oh, hell no.”

“Excuse me?” Marina demanded, putting her hands on her hips and lifting a defiant face up to mine. It made me want to fold her over the table, pull up that short dress spank her until she squealed. And she’d like it, too. Of course, in that fantasy of mine, we’d be alone in the kitchen, and it would end with me pleasuring her in every possible way with her sprawled out on the center island.

Fuck—I had to stop thinking with my dick!

“A limo?” Audrey popped out of her chair and ran for the front door. Marina followed.

I cleared my throat, looking to Boyd for help. I knew he couldn’t possibly want that giant black stretch limo taking his female away from him for the night, especially when they were getting married tomorrow.

Boyd and I had a brief and silent conversation across the table. It may have been a while since I’d seen him, but we had clearly melded minds because he stood up and strode down the hall to the front door announcing, “Only way you two ladies get in that limo is if we come, too.”

I followed.

Marina turned to face me on the porch and rolled her eyes. “You can’t. It’s a bachelorette party! For women. No strippers. Just fun. Come on, we have to take the bride out on the town. It’s tradition.”

It was a pretty summer night, the weather calm in comparison to the night before. At least I didn’t have to worry about that, although storms blew in on summer evenings often enough. It wasn’t just last night that was a stark reminder of that, but my parents had been killed in the canyon during a storm. Boyd had barely made it out.

Fuck, I was losing my shit. Since when did I worry about the weather?

A couple other ladies had climbed out of the limo, made those high-pitched squeals of feminine happiness and had hustled Audrey inside to put a rhinestone-bedazzled “Bride” tee and a tiara on her. Boyd and I stared from the front porch.

Fucking ridiculous, this human tradition. And we’d just said we were going with them. Yeah, I was officially insane.

“I’m so winning that fifty bucks,” Boyd murmured, then slapped me on the back before hopping in the back of the limo.

The women were inside laughing and prepping except for Marina. It seemed she was letting Audrey have fun with her girlfriends. She stuck her head in the open door. “Seriously? The kitchen table’s still covered with food. You’re just going to leave it all?”

Boyd shrugged. “Rob’s not coming. He’ll take care of it.”

She didn’t look too happy to have that issue—excuse—resolved. “You guys.” She glanced around the dim interior. “There won’t be room for all of us with you in here.”

“Audrey can ride on Boyd’s lap,” I said stubbornly, trying to erase the image of her grinding over my lap the entire ride, that short dress riding up to show more thigh.

I shook my head again. Fuck. The full moon was approaching, and it had me all-consumed with her. It had never been like this although I’d never had my mate during one before. I was fucking doomed.

“Guys, really. This is a women-only event.”

“Sorry, darlin’. I’m afraid this is a non-negotiable. Colton and I can’t let you ladies go out unescorted. We’d go nuts back here imagining all the low-lifes who would get to see you while we couldn’t. You wouldn’t want us to suffer like that.”



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