Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(14)

He cleared his throat. “It’s hard to be lonely when you have five daughters who never leave you alone.”

“Always a jokester.”

“I’m fine, Dill pickle. I was lucky to meet the love of my life and experience that. That’s what I want for all of you.”

I groaned. “Well, four out of five isn’t a bad track record. And seeing as I’m the son you always wanted anyway, I’m doing things differently.”

The ongoing joke in our family was that I was supposed to be a boy. They were told they were having one of each. So, my mother had chosen Charlotte’s name because her favorite book was Charlotte’s Web. My father had chosen my name because his favorite musician was Bob Dylan.

He barked out a laugh. “You’d put any son to shame, my badass girl. That doesn’t mean you can’t find the love of your life just because you’re out conquering the world.”

“Well, I’ll let you know if anyone ever so much as knocks me on my ass and doesn’t make me want to run for the hills within a week.”

He barked out a laugh. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you, too. I’ll call you from Chicago.”

I ended the call and made my way to the bathroom to turn on the shower. When I stepped inside, I let the hot water beat down on my shoulders, and I pushed my long hair away from my face.

A vision of Wolf Wayburn, naked in the shower, flashed in my mind. All tanned skin and muscles rippling against the drops of water that rained down his body. I closed my eyes and pictured him. Tall and strong and sexy. And, of course, he was well-endowed.

There wasn’t a micropenis in sight when I thought of him.

The man oozed BDE.

But he’d met his match.

Because we both had big dick energy.

And I would not back down, even if he was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.





six





Wolf





I made my way to the gym and came to a stop when I rounded the corner. The hotel gym was massive, and there was only one person in here at the moment. It wasn’t even six in the morning, and there she was.

The cockblocker from hell.

Dylan Thomas was wearing black leggings that fit her like a second skin and a black sports bra, and her body was coated in a layer of sweat as she sprinted on the treadmill with perfect form. Her stomach was ripped, her arms lean and cut. Her long, blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail that swung from side to side in rhythm with the swish of her perfect, peach-shaped ass. She was laser focused as she stared ahead, headphones in her ears and pumping her arms.

She never stood still long enough for me to watch, so I took a minute to appreciate the beautiful woman in front of me.

It didn’t mean I liked her.

I didn’t.

She was rude and cocky and completely unprofessional.

I mean, she could be fired for her dick comments alone.

Jos had giggled and told me that we could do other things if my Johnson—her words not mine—wasn’t up to the task. I’d explained that Dylan was just a bitter ex whose heart I’d broken, and she’d decided to lie about the size of my Johnson because she couldn’t stand the thought of me with anyone else.

Jos’s eyes had widened as they scanned down my body and stared at my dick, and she smiled. She’d assured me she was off work in a few minutes, and she’d love to join me in my room.

But I was too pissed to agree to anything last night. Instead, I’d bowed out, aggravated with the little minx who’d inserted herself into my bootie call. So, I’d turned Jos down and hurried to the elevator so I could confront her.

She’d made no apologies, which hadn’t surprised me because she was a righteous little vixen, even from the little that I knew of her.

But I didn’t miss the way her chest rose and fell at my nearness in the elevator or the way her body responded when I’d closed the space between us. I couldn’t tell if she was going to junk-punch me or tear off my clothes. She’d kept it together, though; I’d give her credit for that. I was hoping she’d beg me to come to her room, just so I could reject her and pay her back for that ridiculous stunt she’d pulled.

“Um, you may want to take a picture. It would be far less creepy than you staring at me,” she said as she tugged the earbuds out of her ears and turned off the treadmill.

I moved toward the weight machines and shook my head as I dropped down to do some bench presses. “In your dreams. I was just thinking about the cute hostess who spent the night in my room. Let’s just say, she now knows you’re a complete liar. I just explained that you were a disgruntled ex who had a hard time when I broke things off.”

She walked toward me, using the towel to wipe her forehead. She wore no makeup and managed to be completely fucking gorgeous with zero effort. That shit pissed me off because I didn’t want to be attracted to her.

A. She worked for me.

B. She was exhausting and hotheaded.

C. She was the most aggravating woman I’d ever met.

“That’s rich, even for you. And you certainly don’t look like a man who got lucky last night. Resting bitch face doesn’t usually follow good lovin’, if you know what I mean. So, you’re either lying, or you’re a shitty lover.” She smirked as she stood over me. “Do you want me to spot you?”