CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

Samantha parked her bike in front of the inn, taking her time to walk around and explore the surroundings. She had spent the whole afternoon getting ready, and then she was even early!

It wouldn't have been good if Rider saw her waiting like a little girl on her first date. She didn't want him to think she was nervous.

Both their previous meetings happened by chance. But that time, they agreed.

She suppressed the thrills forming in the bottom of her belly. Rider wasn't even there yet; what was she quivering for?

The place he chose was really shabby. Not just that the inn was cheap and not too large, but the couple of buildings nearby, supposed to be called a village, weren't any better. It was a place that lived off the people who would stop there to rest. It was quite distant from Norwich, so there was a low chance anyone she knew would take a break there. There was a low chance anyone at all would stop there!

If she didn't like riding her bike so much, she would have felt tired as well. On the bright side, it was halfway to Mayford. Rider would have had the same troubles as her.

Even so, he did come to Norwich and left without complaints a few days before.

She didn't want to go inside alone, so she strolled for a while, waiting for her partner.

Rider was starting to wonder where that damn inn was. The last time he passed there, it was way, way closer to Mayford. Yet, that ride looked like it was never going to end.

When he finally saw the few houses and the inn, the tallest building among them, he laughed out loud inside his helmet. He parked in front of the entry - not that anyone would be bothered - and he left helmet and gloves in the saddle.

There was another bike there, and he was curious to see who else would venture into such a sad place.

«You took your damned time,» Samantha commented from behind him.

He sighed at the sound of her voice. If that bond worked in the same way for both, she would have let go of any grudge she was holding as soon as he turned. Also, he could tell she was doing her best not to make him realise she was unhappy.

How long had she been there? He touched the bike and found it still warm. Not too long.

Was waiting for him such a big challenge? For real?

«Some things are to be waited for,» he replied, turning to her and meeting a pair of furious heterochromatic eyes. She was just so beautiful with her different irises.

The blue one was deep like the sea, like a sapphire of the purest quality. Her green eye reminded him of a forest, full of life and desires.

He had dared to touch her bike, he realised. She was furious about that.

«I let you touch mine as well,» he pointed out, spreading his arms in an invitation for peace. «You even got on, right? Don't bite my head off just because of a caress!»

He then came up with another idea, and his lips were crooked in a smirk. One end of his mouth was higher than the other, making him look like a playboy.

«Are you jealous, perhaps?» he murmured, walking forward and observing the woman better. He had been so happy - and aroused - at seeing her that he didn't have time to check the details.

Her hair was messed by the wind, but it still flew on her back in a waterfall of golden waves. She was wearing a leather jacket and trousers, probably to protect herself from the air.

Even if her clothes were intended to be practical, they wrapped her body in such an alluring way, making him remember what was underneath.

If only he didn't see her naked, he wouldn't have needed all of his imagination to picture her long legs, her sexy butt... Her breasts were of the right size, not too big but plump under his hand. Her skinny waist and flat stomach, and her strong yet thin arms.

He wondered why didn't any modelling agency poach her. Ah, right... Wolves aren't as easy to buy. That woman was loyal to Nathaniel Woods like a domesticated dog.

«I like your clothes, Trouble,» he commented. «You make me want to take them off so badly.»

Samantha blinked, forgetting his outrageous and rude hand on her baby girl. But then, he was so tender with bikes. She could let him pass, just that once...

«Let's go,» she sighed. «Instead of wasting time here...»

She turned her back and crossed the door, followed by the other wolf.

Once inside, he told her to stay next to the door.

«You don't want to hear my name, do you? Stay here while I check in.»

Samantha nodded, even turning her back not to risk hearing a single letter of his name and surname. That would have made them closer. And it would have become dangerous, and constantly more difficult to part from him.

She didn't want an emotional relationship, but her body craved contact, so she had to settle for sex. At least, it was worth any trouble reaching the inn or making up names.

«You came prepared, right?» she said before following him. She was still in time to get out and look for the closest market or pharmacy open at that hour. But once naked and turned on, it would have been annoying to stop and look for a solution.

«Yes, of course,» Rider chuckled. «I'm well prepared.»

He took out a paper box from his backpack. A whole package with condoms flew on the bed while he left the bag on the other side.

«What in the world do you have in there?» Samantha asked.

Rider didn't look like the type to carry luggage with him while travelling.

«Spare shirts,» he declared, raising his chin in a gesture of challenge.