“Yeah.” I shrugged. “Was then, am now.”
Our eyes met. Back then, I hadn’t been able to tell if his were brown or a deep blue. Now I knew.Gorgeous blue.
I’d been wearing a mask that night. He hadn’t seen more than a fraction of my face. I hoped he liked what he was seeing now, even if I couldn’t come close to him in polished hotness. I was big and I was fit, and he probably remembered my dick was proportionate, but I basically had a face-type face. Younger-looking than my thirty-seven years, for what that was worth. All the bits in the right places, but my nose was wide, my chin rather determined, and my eyebrows thick.
And I was a werewolf.
I held my breath, wondering how he would react. He’d sucked me off, swallowed like he loved being there on his knees, but of the risks he’d known he was taking, he probably hadn’t imagined non-human cum. My spunk wouldn’t have done anything to him that the fully human version didn’t. Was safer, actually, since we didn’t get most human diseases. But fears weren’t rational.Will he freak out?
Kendrick’s sculpted lips parted, but before he could say anything more, we heard a door slam overhead. His eyes widened and he swept a glance down my bare legs, then shook out the poncho.
“Quick,” he muttered. “Bend down here.”
I did as I was told and he wrestled the black tent over my head, pulling the waterproof fabric into place around me. The combined scents of new plastic and Kendrick’s skin made me dizzy. His hand brushed my thigh, and I had to fight not to react.Between his tugging and my shimmying, we got me decently covered and I found the armhole slits, letting the towels fall to my feet, as Larissa clattered down the stairs.
Two steps from the bottom, she froze. “Who are you?”
“I’m a friend of your dad’s,” I told her.
“You have bare feet.”
“Um, yeah.” I decided to just barrel ahead. “My name is Trent.”
“Where’s the dog?”
“He had to go out for a bit.”
“He was good. He scared the bad boys.”
Kendrick scowled. “What bad boys?”
“A couple of young teens,” I told him. “Maybe thirteen, fourteen. They were harassing her for her candy. Smelled like booze.”
“They ran away,” she said with satisfaction.
Kendrick pulled out his phone and tapped a contact. “Hey, Amy, do you know where Larissa is?”
I could hear a woman’s voice on the other end. “She went with Connie when we split up. Why?”
“She just showed up alone on my doorstep.”
“Oh my God, what happened? Is Connie okay?”
“I’m going to call her next.” Kendrick cut the call and rang a different number.
“Hey, what’s up?” a woman’s softer voice asked.
“Do you know where Larissa is?”
“She went with Amy when the little ones decided their feet hurt. Have you called her?”
Kendrick ran a hand down his face. “As a matter of fact, yes. She said Larissa went with you.”
“No, she—” The woman broke off. “Is Larissa missing? God, Kendrick—”
He stopped her. “It’s okay, now. She showed up back at home, alone. I’m not happy that neither of you knew she was gone.”
“I’m so sorry. Oh, my God, I have no idea how that happened.”
