Free Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) by P. Jameson Page A

fucking nothing to offer her. So maybe she needed him. Maybe Drake was right. But he couldn’t help her or be what she needed or whatever the fuck fate thought.
    “Blister.”
    He squeezed his eyes closed.
    He was no good for her, yet the mere sound of his name on her lips was a balm for his soul. He needed her so fucking bad. More than he’d ever needed anybody. Even his pack.
    He had to go. Just for a little bit. Until he could level out.
    “I’ll be back later,” he rasped, marching straight for the front door.
    ***
    In his wolf form, Blister wandered the woods of DTD’s property until the sun began to set. The turmoil within him had calmed some, leaving only instinct to deal with. And the strongest at the moment, was his desire to claim his mate. He was edgy because the entire day had passed and he hadn’t been there to watch over her. By this time, she’d shared two meals with the crew without Blister there to make sure everyone kept their hands to themselves.
    It was time. He needed to get back to her.
    He shifted to human and collected his jeans and t-shirt from the nearby tree where he’d left them. He dressed but didn’t bother with his shoes, and then walked the path that would lead him to the practice track.
    The boys were there, and he didn’t want to face them, but fuck if he could avoid them forever.
    “Duuuuuude,” Surge murmured as he approached. He lay on the lowered tailgate of Drake’s truck, chewing on a long piece of grass. “Where you been?”
    Blister gave him a shrug.
    “Well damn, son. If you don’t even know then it must be bad.”
    “He knows where he’s been,” Diz muttered.
    Surge raised an eyebrow.
    “With the cats, right?” Diz asked.
    Surge sat up, brow furrowed. “With the cats?”
    Blister nodded.
    Surge eyed him. “At Annie’s?”
    Blister glared. Fucking Surge had been so friendly with her. Had his hands on her, and she’d touched him too.
    Surge’s shoulders lost their tension. “Wait, so… Annie. You were with Annie, not the cats.”
    “What does it matter to you?”
    Surge’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t answer.
    “I swear to fuck,” Drake muttered. “Every last one of you need your asses whooped. Blister, tell them what the fuck is going on with you.”
    Blister scowled at his alpha.
    “Fine.” Drake sighed. “Our boy’s found his intended.”
    Surge stiffened, and even Diz looked uncomfortable.
    “Looks like little miss Annie belongs to Blister,” Drake continued.
    “That true?” Diz asked.
    Well, shit. Yes, it was, but she didn’t belong to him.
    Blister gave a quick nod.
    Surge whistled low. “Wow.”
    It wasn’t a judgmental sound, but Blister automatically felt judged. Like his pack was comparing the monster to the beauty and finding they were a horrible match. He didn’t want that from them even if it was true.
    “That’s…” Surge shook his head, lost for words. “That’s fucking perfect,” he said, jumping down off the tailgate and crowding Blister’s personal space. His face lit with excitement, and Blister knew one of his trademark cackles was coming on. “You’ll take such good care of her, bro, I know it. And that woman can cook a mean fucking cheesecake, I swear. Ask her to make you one.” Surge clapped his hands together obnoxiously, oblivious to Blister’s squirming at the mention of cheesecake. “This is going to be fucking epic, man. Congrats.”
    Blister raised an eyebrow at Drake as if to say, now you let him down easy . Because his decision to not claim Annie hadn’t changed no matter what his wolf wanted.
    “I gotta go,” Blister mumbled, scooting around Surge to get to his own truck.
    Surge laughed. “Alright then. Give your girl a kiss for me, yeah?” He laughed again, muttering under his breath, “Blister and Annie. I’ll be a hotdog in hell, that one blindsided me.”
    The drive to Annie’s was short and didn’t give Blister much time to think. The crew was gone for the night, leaving him alone