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Wreck slid his hand to her thigh, and the tension in her shoulders melted slightly. He loved her reaction to his touch. Fuck, he was getting a boner again. He could fuck her a dozen times a day and it wouldn’t be enough. He felt like some rutting animal around her.
What did the green mean? She’d dragged those emerald flames from him earlier, and filled the entire bathroom with them. She hadn’t even seemed mortified or scared. She’d just accepted it like it was normal, but it wasn’t. He’d never heard of this, not in any of his research on phoenixes.
What did it mean that this fragile human woman took his powers in stride and never made him feel bad for them? Never made him feel dangerous. Never questioned him. She just…accepted him.
To a man like him, that was everything. His loyalty to her had started with her saying the words, “It’s okay.”
She had no idea how deep he was in already.
She had awakened some primal part of him that needed her.Neededher.
Hang Lucia’s visions. He didn’t give a shit about anything outside of tonight, and making sure Timber was okay.
Corey reached forward and rested her hand on Timber’s forearm, just let it sit there and draw even more tension from her.
He didn’t like the Fastlanders much, but he was secretly softening to them as they had shown Timber care over the last couple of days.
He appreciated Corey noticing her tension and wanting to ease it. He’d seen Corey fight back against Silver coming into the Crew, and he was happy she wasn’t targeting Timber in that way.She seemed to care. And anyone who was good with Timber, was good with him.
Ace was watching him through the rearview. Wreck could feel his eyes on him, and when he glanced up to see, he was rewarded with a head nod from Ace.
That one was a monster, too. He was the reason the Holland Pride was after them, but he wasn’t just a lion shifter. He was a hybrid. He had vampire blood from his mother’s line, and had powers no one could guess at.
He was the quietest male of the Crew, but Wreck liked that.
Ace wasn’t talk. Ace was action.
“I know this bar,” Ace said. “Have you been before?”
Timber shook her head no.
“There are pool tables in the back room, but it’s a small room with a door to it, so likely no one in the party will be back there until later. You will make your introductions, and then we can go to the back room for privacy if you are feeling overwhelmed. I brought change for the pool table. Corey and I will go reserve it while you chat with your family.”
Wreck nodded, eyes on the road. Good on Ace. He was offering Timber a plan so she didn’t go in there with no guess on what would happen.
Corey changed the plan. “I’m staying with Timber.”
Hell yeah.
Wreck squeezed her leg in what he hoped was comfort, and turned into the parking lot of the bar. The lot was full, and he had to park in the grass on the side of the building. Gunner backed his truck in near Wreck’s, and he, Hallie, Owen, Silver, Captain, and Sloane piled out.
“No fighting tonight,” Gunner ground out to Wreck, and Wreck could feel the Alpha order in his words. The FastlanderAlpha pointed at Owen. “No fighting.” He pointed to Captain. “No fighting.” Ace. “No fighting.”
He left the order off the girls, and Wreck laughed internally. The she-bears and lionesses were a bigger problem than the males. They took shit from no one.
The girls had noticed he had forgotten to include them in the order, because Silver looked back at Sloane and made a laughing face.
What did Wreck care that the other males hadn’t noticed Gunner’s mistake? The girls could gut anyone who looked at Timber wrong, for all he cared. He was a good man around Timber. Didn’t mean he was a good man to anyone else.
Fair game. He wasn’t allowed to fight anyone, but he would absolutely sic one of the she-monsters of the Fastlanders on anyone who popped off at Timber tonight, and he would lose zero minutes of sleep over it.
Timber looked so damn pretty. She was wearing a skintight little chocolate-brown dress under one of his flannels, and knee-high heeled boots that made her legs look a mile long. She’d done her makeup over at Hallie’s house with the girls, and had that dark, shimmery makeup on her eyes that made her pretty eye color pop more. She hadn’t had time to curl her hair after their little shared shower earlier, but it had dried in these wild waves that were just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
The other girls of the Fastlanders were all done up, and the guys were wearing T-shirts. Captain was wearing one that said “I dig MILFs,” which was probably a tribute to Sloane. Ruger’s biological dad had him for the night, so they were kid-free. From the way Sloane was chattering, they were probably ready to have a fun night on the town.
Normally Wreck would avoid a night with shifters altogether, because his animal couldn’t handle all the turmoil,shifting emotions, and dominance that came along with a Crew. Tonight, he was kind of okay heading in there with the Fastlanders.
He liked that they were going out of their way to show up for Timber, whom they barely knew. All they knew was that he cared for her, so they’d stepped up.
