Free Undercover Alpha: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Romance by Zoe Chant Page B

stay at my place tonight,” she said. “Because of the animals.”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Good idea. We can tell your family on the way home.” He kissed her again, just a peck on the lips, but it sent shudders through her.
    “There’s a lot we need to tell them,” she said.
    “Yeah,” he said. “There is.” He kissed her on the forehead this time. “And some more things I need to tell you.”
    “Good things, I hope.”
    “All good things.”
    He turned so his face was in her hair. Her breath picked up. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” she said, and put her arms around his waist. She should stop. She should say no. But she didn’t want to at all.
    He kissed her, gently at first, and then with the passion she felt in her own heart. For a little while, she forgot her sisters, the inheritance, Richard, who might or might not be a werewolf himself—
    It was just his strong arms around her, his lips on hers, her heart pounding in her chest. He slipped a hand into the waistband of her jeans, and she wanted them off, wanted him on her, in her. She wanted to know how big he was, how he’d feel, what it would be like to ride him.
    Do werewolves do it doggy style?
    She started giggling, breaking the kiss. Jason didn’t seem to mind, but he did seem a little confused. “What?” he said. “What?”
    “I—I’ll tell you later,” she said, “I’m sorry—”
    “It’s okay,” he said, smoothing her hair back with one hand, the other still wrapped around her. “It’s okay.”
    “I think you should stay at my place tonight,” she said. “Because of the animals.”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Good idea. We can tell your family on the way home.” He kissed her again, just a peck on the lips, but it sent shudders through her.
    “There’s a lot we need to tell them,” she said.
    “Yeah,” he said. “There is.” He kissed her on the forehead this time. “And some more things I need to tell you.”
    “Good things, I hope.”
    “All good things.”
     
     
    There was no way she could tell her family about werewolves—much less about Jason—on the way home, but they did explain that they were worried about Lucy’s apartment, and that Jason had decided the safest way to determine if there was a threat was if he spent the night. “I’ve got that pullout couch,” she said, just in case Dad started getting suspicious.
    “I’ll mostly be awake,” he said. “I can sleep through the day tomorrow.”
    Lucy was suddenly certain she wouldn’t be getting much sleep either.
    It was hard to keep still in the back of the car. She pressed her thighs together, hard, and tried not to think about the things she wanted Jason to do to her. She wanted. Wanted so much. Jason was talking big, and she didn’t think anyone could possibly know what they wanted so soon. She didn’t think there was any way she could live up to all he was thinking. But hell, she wanted to take advantage of having a guy like him around as long as she could. If he wanted to love and leave, she’d at least get some good love out of him. He sure acted like a guy who knew what he wanted. She still couldn’t quite believe he wanted her.
    “You’re spacing out again,” Frieda said, elbowing her.
    “Sorry,” she said. “Lots to think about.”
    “Yeah?”
    “What do you think? About the house?”
    “I dunno,” Frieda said. “It’s big, which means a lot of work.”
    “We got the money, we could hire someone,” Ophelia said. “They could tend the gardens or whatever. If anyone wants the place.”
    “What do you think, O?” Lucy asked. “You want to live there?”
    “Out in the middle of nowhere like that?” Ophelia snorted. “No thanks. Plus, you’d have to redecorate the whole thing. It’s…too much.”
    “It’s not that bad,” Lucy said.
    “It’s…was he gay? I bet he was gay.”
    “He might have been gay,” Frieda conceded. “Never married, right? And the place was kind