Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(65)

He pulled open the door, and we stepped inside. It smelled like cinnamon and maple and pumpkin. My stomach rumbled, and I rubbed my hands together to get warm.

“Well, looky here. My favorite Thomas sister is back in town,” Dean Joybill said. He and his wife, Delilah, owned the place, and we’d been coming here since we were kids.

“You know, my sisters and I got to talking one night and realized you say that to all of us.” I raised a brow and smirked.

“Hey. I never met a Thomas girl I didn’t like.”

“Oh, stop flirting, you dirty old man. Hi, Dylan,” Delilah said. “Who do we have here? Is this a ‘special friend?’” She used her pointer finger and middle finger on each hand to make air quotes.

I looked over at Wolf, who looked notably uncomfortable at the question, so I decided to shake things up a bit. “God, no. He’s my enemy and my lover.”

Wolf’s eyes widened, and Dean clapped his hands together. “This girl is always pulling our legs.”

“She sure is.” Delilah batted her lashes at Wolf.

“This is Wolf Wayburn. We work together in the city,” I said.

“Actually, I’m her boss.” Wolf extended a hand, and they both took it before Delilah led us to a table in the back of the restaurant as she flirted shamelessly with Wolf.

“I don’t know if HR would be okay with how you take care of your employees,” I said close to his ear as we walked side by side through the busy café.

“It’s my job to make sure you’re happy.” He paused at the table and waited for me to sit down, and Delilah set two menus in front of us and hurried off.

“You know, for a dirty-talking, cocky bastard, you’ve got awfully good manners.”

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises. Tell me why you walked into the door.”

“I was thinking about you servicing me on the ski slopes.” I paused when the server stopped at our table, and he ordered coffee, and I got a hot chocolate. Sunshine Coffee Shop makes the best hot cocoa in the whole world. We both ordered pancakes and bacon, and Wolf moved his chair closer to me.

“You want me to service you right here?”

“You wouldn’t dare! Poor Dean Joybill would be traumatized.” I leaned forward, my mouth just inches from his.

“I’d climb under this table and spread your legs right now if you asked me to. I wouldn’t give a fuck what Mr. Joycock thought.”

“It’s Joybill, and they’re still recovering from me calling you my lover.” I chuckled and leaned back when two piping hot mugs were set in front of us.

“Well, then I guess we better eat quickly because now that I’ve got my mind on dessert, I’m not as hungry for pancakes.”

I smiled. “The pancakes are really something here.”

“Your pussy is better.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

He barked out a laugh, and I just watched as a wide grin spread across his handsome face.

The dirty talk. The banter. The arguing. The attraction.

The sex.

I’d never enjoyed hating someone so much.





twenty-six





Wolf





We’d stayed a few extra days in Honey Mountain because Dylan wanted to wait until her dad was released from the hospital.

And for whatever fucking reason… I didn’t want to leave her.

And she was happy to have me stay.

We both couldn’t figure it out, but I was done questioning it.

I could work from anywhere right now, and Honey Mountain with Dylan is where I wanted to be.

We’d spent a lot of time with her father. I’d met her other sisters and their husbands and all the kids, and it didn’t give me hives or make me want to run for the hills.

The guys were great. Her sisters were hilarious. And her father was a guy’s guy, so we got along well.

We’d gotten home last night and were both a little unsure about what we’d do when we got back to reality, so we’d agreed on the helicopter that we’d sleep at our own apartments.

Being out of town together was different.

This wasn’t a relationship, and we needed to have some boundaries.

Some rules in place.

And I’d barely slept a fucking wink because now that I’d fallen asleep with her beside me, I found myself reaching for her all night. I missed the smell of jasmine wafting around me while I slept.

And the sex. Don’t even get me started. We were explosive together.

In and out of the bedroom.

I’d taken a cold shower this morning—alone, because we’d come up with all these dumb fucking rules.

I got a text from her that she was already downstairs in the car when I stepped out of my apartment and made my way down the elevator and into the car.

“Hey,” I said.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a bag of dicks.”

“How does a bag of dicks sleep?” she asked, and her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and I groaned.

“Not well. How about you?”

“I wouldn’t call it a great night either. Should we plan a sleepover tonight?” she asked. “Because I need to get some sleep, and apparently, I sleep better with you now, and the good sex helps me fall asleep.”