The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(6)

“Aunt Gina. Nana. What…what are you doing here?”

“We’re here for the party,” Gina exclaims, looking over her shoulder before bringing her eyes back to me. “Mikey, did your ass get tighter since the last time I saw you?”

“What party?” Nikki asks.

“Hey, Princess, think you can help me get down from the roof before we ask the crazies anymore questions?” I holler, banging my forehead against the gutter in frustration.

“Sorry, babe! I’ll go get the ladder.”

“Boy don’t need a ladder. I’ve got my arms wide open ready to catch him,” Red insists.

The mother and daughter duo continue to bicker over who would be my savior as Nikki comes back, dragging the ladder behind her. She and Bert prop up the ladder along the side of the house and I worked my way over to it.

“Easy, baby,” Nikki calls as she holds the ladder in place and I start my descent. I did contemplate staying up on the roof thinking that a sun burn was safer than the fate that awaited me down below.

Stepping off the ladder, I turn to Nikki.

“What are they doing here?”

“I have no idea,” she hisses, plastering a smile on her face turning back to her relatives. “What a nice surprise.”

Bullshit.

“Even though my heart is broken I had to come,” Gina explains, reaching for Nikki’s left hand and inspecting the ring I put on her finger. “You did good, Mikey,” she approves, turning Nikki’s hand every which way to look at the diamond from every angle. “That’s some rock. Ma, come look at the rock,” she orders.

Wiping my hands over my face as Red scurries over, I blow out a ragged breath and watch the old lady snatch Nikki’s hand.

“Did you get it appraised? I know a guy who can do an insurance job. You give me the ring we’ll say the house was robbed and you can collect.”

I drop my hands from my face and stare at the little old lady.

Now I know where Vic got his ways from.

“Thanks, Nana, but I’m going to hang onto it for a little while,” Nikki says, turning to Bert and eyeing the suitcases. I saw the horror flash in her eyes and I chuckle to myself. At least she wasn’t three stories up on the roof when she realized these clowns were planning on a long visit, one that involved five suitcases.

“Um…so…you guys planning on a long visit?” Nikki croaks.

“Long enough to stay for the wedding,” Gina reveals.

“We haven’t set a date,” I blurt out.

“Better get on that, boy,” Red says, patting my back. “We didn’t drive all the way here just for the engagement party.”

“What engagement party? What are you people talking about?”

“You can’t get engaged and not have a party,” Gina answers. “Bert, bring the bags inside the house.”

“Bert, drop the bags or so help me God, I’ll drop you!” I point to him, giving him a deadly glare to emphasize my words.

Nikki threads her arm through mine and smiles at our unexpected guests.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” She asks, pulling me toward the stoop and dragging me up the stairs.

“They’re not staying here, princess. It’s them or me! I swear,” I growl as she pulls me inside the house.

“Calm down,” she asserts as she laces her fingers around the belt loops of my jeans, tugging me closer to her. “It’s kind of cute they came all this way because we’re getting married, don’t you think?”

“No, nothing they do is cute. They’re fucking bat-shit crazy. Even Bert has started acting like them,” I argue, narrowing my eyes as she moves her hands to the hem of my t-shirt and starts to work it up over my stomach.

“Yes, they’re crazy but they’re family, Mikey,” she says, lifting my arms up and pulling my shirt over my head. She reaches around me and locks the door before she takes a step back and starts to unbutton her shirt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying to make you forget that my aunt has the hots for you and my grandma is itching to shoot someone?”

“You forgot Bert.”

“Poor Bert, he’s innocent in all this,” she adds, dropping her shirt to the floor before reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra.

“They can’t stay here, Nikki. I’m not strong enough to go another round with your aunt. I still have nightmares about her teddies.

A giggle escapes her mouth as her bra falls to the floor.

“I’ll call my mother, tell her to come pick them up but, first things first,” she coos, crooking her finger as she mischievously winks at me.

“You want something, Princess?” I grunt, reaching for the zipper on my jeans. I watch her turn around and shimmy out of her shorts, revealing her perfectly round ass, inch by glorious inch. She steps out of the shorts and snaps the elastic of her thong against her hip as she peers over her shoulder at me.

“I think you know what I want, Mikey,” she teases, walking over to the couch. Bending over, she shoves her ass in the air and braces her arms against the back of the cushions.

“Goddamn, Princess,” I ground out, moving behind her, smacking her ass with the back of my hand. My hands travel up her curves and around to squeeze her tits.