The Mane Event Page 123
“What in holy hell are you doing?” he roared while covering his ear. He knew it must be bleeding. He’d probably be deaf for life. Still, the crazy She-wolf he felt the need to mate with didn’t seem too concerned with the damage she may have caused.
“Mornin’, darlin’.”
Brendon glanced out his big windows facing the city. “It’s still dark out. So it’s not morning in my universe.”
“I know. You city people sure are used to being lazy and getting up when the day has just passed you by. But we have a few things to straighten out before you get to sleep.”
Uh-oh. “What kind of things?”
“First, never leave me alone with your sister again. She scares me, which isn’t easy.”
“What happened between you and—”
She hit the button on the air horn and he slammed back against the wall, his entire body shaking with rage. He’d bet hard money she got that damn thing from Timothy.
“Was I finished speaking?” she asked cheerfully. “Nope, sure wasn’t. Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh, yes. Your sister is insane, and you’re not allowed to desert me if she’s around.”
“Fine,” he spit out. He might actually wear his teeth down into nubs at this rate. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. I want three pups, which you’ll clearly have to teach how to fight because a wolf with a mane…not a pretty idea. And our children’s misery will be all your fault.”
“Ronnie—” He quickly held his hands up when she pointed that stupid air horn at him again.
“Did I look done talkin’?”
He stared up at the ceiling, praying God would give him strength. “No.”
“Also, every once in a while, I may take off for places unknown. I will leave a note and call you regularly. I will return, but I have to feel I can leave whenever I want or I will go insane like your sister. And if I go insane I’ll make sure to take you with me.” She raised an eyebrow and again he held up his hands, letting her know the floor was still hers. “You will let me drive your car…all of them.”
“Now wait one goddamn minute—” He slammed into the wall again, his hands over his ears. “Stop doing that!”
“Stop,” she replied calmly, “interrupting me.” She cleared her throat and continued. “You will no longer be a Breeding Male unless you’re breeding with me. You marked me, now you’re stuck with me. I don’t share cock, underwear, or toys. It’s that simple. Any female lions come sniffing around you, no one will find their remains for a very long time. You, of course, will not go sniffing around anyone else because you already know how mean I can be. Now, last, and this is most important. There will always beOreos in the cupboard, and you will share, Brendon Shaw. With me and definitely with our children. You’ll eat first only if the rest of us aren’t in the room. Okay. Are we all clear?”
Brendon nodded and she smiled. “Good.”
He held his hand out. “Can I have that?”
“This?” She held up the air horn. “Sure.” With no effort, she snapped the cheap plastic part off the can and tossed the can to him. “You didn’t think I’d give you the thing whole, did you?”
“Doesn’t matter. I was only going to snap it in half anyway.” He tossed the can aside and stepped toward her. “Now you’re gonna say it.”
“Say what?”
“You know what.” He kept moving forward, and she started to stumble back. “You said it in front of your brothers, you can damn well say it to me.”
“Oh. That.” She rushed out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into his living room. “I was just saying that so my brothers wouldn’t hurt you.” She stood on one side of a large couch. “I’d feel real bad if they did that.”
His eyes narrowed. “Ronnie Lee…”
“Brendon Shaw…”
He faked right and she darted left; he had her in his arms before she even got around the couch.
“Put me down!”
“Say it.”
“No.”
He flipped her over and held her by her feet. “Say it, Ronnie Lee.”
Laughing, she squealed and slapped at his legs. “No! I won’t say it. Now put me down.”
“Fine. Don’t say it.” He took hold of her ankle in one hand and slapped her ass with his free hand.
“You bastard!”
“Stop whining. You know you love it.” He slapped her again. Again she squealed.
“Stop!”
“Say it, Ronnie Lee. Say the words.”
“Pull me up first.”
“No. Say it.”
“Fine, you bastard. I love you. Happy now?”
Ronnie squealed again as Shaw flipped her back over. But before she could tell him what an asshole he was, he kissed her with so much passion, so much love, she felt her insides melt. He shoved her into one of the club chairs, yanked off her shorts, and buried his face between her spread thighs.
She cried out from the pleasure of it. Not only the pleasure he gave, but from the joy her words brought him. She didn’t realize how much it would mean to him. Or how much it would mean to her to make him so happy.
Digging her fingers into his hair, she whispered, “I love you, Shaw. I love you.”
Big gold eyes stared up at her from her lap. “Say it again,” he demanded. “Say it again.”