A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing (Heart of the Wolf #9) 9
She didn’t have a chance to say anything before Finn stalked into the room, silent as a SEAL and a wolf combined, still wearing only a towel around his torso as he closed in on her and pulled her against his chest in an overwhelmingly flagrant show of alpha male possessiveness. He kissed the top of her head.
In no uncertain terms, he was making it clear to any other male wolf, this one in particular, that Meara might be renting the cabins to single alpha males, but she’d already made her selection and Finn was one damn lucky wolf. But it also reminded her of how he had first claimed her in front of Bjornolf.
The man stood his ground, typical alpha male, but smiled a little unevenly. “Guess I booked my reservation a little too late.”
“Reservation.” She had totally forgotten about the incoming guests this week. “No,” she quickly said, wanting to make the resort a success since Hunter had given her full rein over it now that he didn’t have to worry about her because she was Finn’s problem. She smiled at the notion. “You’ll have a wonderful time. And Finn’s a SEAL, so if you need a running partner or someone to show you the best places to swim, he won’t mind going with you.”
“And you?” he asked.
“For an extra cost, I cook meals.” She caressed Finn’s arm still wrapped around her waist. “Finn does a great job making s’mores, though.”
“S’mores?” The guest chuckled. “Looks like I made the right choice for a vacation after all. Only I still wish I’d come a little sooner.”
Meara smiled. “Things were a little… hectic earlier. And you would have had to come a long time ago, if you were looking for more than a vacation.”
He looked at Finn and said, “Long drive to get here, and I need to work out some kinks before I retire for the night. Want to show me the area and take a little run?”
Finn smiled and tightened his hold on Meara. “We’ve got the night booked. Tomorrow, first thing, I can show you around the place.”
She sighed. “You must be Hugh Sutherland.”
“Yes, I am.”
Thrill seeker, she recalled that she’d noted about him. But if he sought anything of the sort, he’d have to find it on his own. “There’s your key. You have the cabin farthest from this one.” She waved her hand toward the north.
Hugh nodded and took the key in hand, then said to Finn, “Tomorrow then. But I won’t disturb you.” He gave Meara a meaningful look, then refocused his attention on Finn. “Just drop by when it’s convenient. Hell, I’m on vacation, so no appointments for anything. Oh, and someone delivered something on the back porch.” He bowed his head to the two of them and closed the back door.
“Hmm, you’re supposed to help market the resort, too,” Meara said, as Finn slid his hands around her breasts and began to massage them, his face nuzzling her neck. “And sending away our guests without accommodating them further probably won’t give us four-star rating.”
“I’ll make it up to him tomorrow,” Finn said, seductively licking her ear.
She groaned and whispered, “I’m hungry.”
“Me, too.”
She headed for the back door to check out the package, but when she opened the door, she frowned at the tall box. And then as she read the label, she shook her head. Turning, she saw Finn smiling broadly at her.
“Well? You told me you needed a new vacuum,” he said smugly.
“A vacuumer. As in someone who vacuums. Hmm, I guess I did say that I needed a new vacuum also. And you know what? I know just who to teach how to use it.”
He stalked forward to carry the box inside, then locked the door, and pulled her into his arms. “So, what do you think of the wedding present?”
“Oh, Finn, I think it’s a great wedding present for you,” she said, sliding her hands across his nipples in a provocative way.
His hands went to her breasts again, and he was about to kiss her when his phone rang in her pocket.
Uh-oh.
He slipped his hand into Meara’s front right pocket. “Got my phone again?”
“Yeah, just in case you get any unwanted calls.”
He snorted. “Like from old flames or anyone contacting me about any dangerous missions?”
He glanced at the caller ID, and she waited, barely breathing. He took a deep breath and patted her on the rump. “Fix dinner. I’ll make a salad.”
“Salad?” She couldn’t believe he’d eat a salad, considering all the times when she’d had to force Hunter to.
Finn shrugged. “My mother taught me to eat my greens. It just became a habit.”
“That’s good, Finn.” She frowned at the ringing phone in his hand. “Aren’t you going to answer the call?”
He slipped his hand around hers and hauled her to the kitchen. “What for? It’s probably another of those damned dangerous missions Paul wants me to go on now that Hunter won’t leave Tessa alone. I’ve got enough of one right here. First, I’ve got to make sure all these bachelor males that made arrangements to stay at the resort know you’re not available, and second, I’ve got to keep you satisfied.”
God, he was the only wolfish SEAL-man for her. And she loved him for it.
She touched the top edge of his towel with her fingertip. “Maybe we could eat afterward.” She yanked off his towel, dropped it to the floor, and dashed around him for the bedroom.
Finn tackled Meara before she got far and swept her up in his arms, loving this aspect of her also—her playfulness. She tossed back her head and laughed. She was the most beautiful thing that had happened in his life, and he couldn’t see how he’d even considered which option to choose—deadly contracts or… this.
Plus after the shower they’d just shared, he was never going back to Navy showers.
The SEAL had caught his wolf and his only mission now was making her happy, proving to her that he had no intention of quashing her alpha tendencies, and loving her just the way she was—every sexy damned bit of her.
While keeping her out of trouble.