Free Her Billionaire Werewolf Stepbrother by K.S. Martin

goes to the garage, not the
ground. Ground floor and the front of the building are ‘L’ Lobby.” I nod. I can
remember that. I look at the list of floors.
    We’re pretty high up but it drops
fast. Jake leans down and kisses me. I whimper when his tongue moves over mine.
“I’m glad you’re here Jane.” He says against my mouth when the kiss ends. “I’m
sorry I overreacted this morning. I’ve wanted this for a long time and just the
thought of you not wanting the same was more than I could deal with.” I nod. “I
need to know that you are content here.”
    “I am, but be patient. This is all
new to me, being without Mom, being with you, this…” I throw my hands up
gesturing all around me. He nods. The elevator slows and dings. The doors open
and there are cars lined up against the wall.
    “These are mine, my section of the
garage. You can drive whatever you like. The keys are here.” He points to a
metal cabinet and presses my birth date into the key pad. It opens to a dozen
hooks full of keys. “What shall we take today?” I turn and look at the rainbow
of colors. I like the big Jeep with the knobby tires. I gaze it with what
probably looked like lust. He grunts and grabs a set of keys then pushes the
button on the fob. The Jeep lights blink. “Do you want to drive it?” I shake my
head. It’s unfamiliar territory and an unfamiliar vehicle. I’ll let him drive
but I do want to take it out sometime.
    I climb into the passenger seat and
check out the controls on the dash as Jake buckles in. He looks at me with his
eyebrows raised. What? He reaches across me and pulls my belt across me then
snaps it in place. Oh. He shifts it into drive and pulls out of the garage.
It’s full. “Should you be at work today?” This building is full. He nods. “Then
what are we doing?”
    “Jane, I run the company, I’ve had
a death in the family and I’m newly mated. I can miss a few days. Besides, I’m
only a call away from a very efficient staff. It will be fine. If I went in to
work today all I would want to do is fuck you anyway so it’s probably best I’m
here and not there.” My face heats. Why does he have to talk that way? Jakes
never sugar coated anything but his blunt talk about our bedroom is new and it
embarrasses me. He grins over at me as he stops at a traffic light. “What’s
wrong?” I shake my head. “Jane, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
asking you each question three or four times. Just answer me, you know you will
eventually and I shouldn’t have to beg. Just spit it out.”
    “Okay.” I steel myself. “I don’t
like it when you say fuck you. It’s crude and it belittles what we have. It’s
okay in the bedroom but…” Jake nods. “Sorry.” I mutter.
    “No, don’t be. As well as we know
each other, we are still learning about each other. I will endeavor to keep our
sex life private and in the bedroom.”
    “That’s not the point.” I say.
    “What is?” He eases away from the
intersection continuing straight toward the outskirts of town and luckily in
the opposite direction of rush hour.
    “It’s not what you said, just how
you said it.”
    “Okay. How would you have preferred
to hear what I said?”
    “I would’ve only thought of being
with you all day anyway.” I say, pleased with myself for making his crude words
sound nicer. He nods and we both stick to our own thoughts for a while. I watch
the landscape. There are less buildings now and only the scattered house here
and there. Jake turns into a gravel road. We bounce along for a mile or so then
he stops at a cabin. There’s a man sitting on the porch whittling. Who still
does that? The man is old and I think I recognize him but I don’t know from
where.
    “Do you remember my uncle Hector?”
I tilt my head studying the man on the porch. He’s watching me too. His eyes
are nearly yellow, not a dark amber like mine or Jakes. Then I remember. He
came to the house once. He and Dad had words then I