Heather POV
Sitting in the car with Mason was disconcerting. My wolf was telling me to jump on his lap and r****h him, and while I was fighting her and the slutty thoughts, gone was the indignation that he had slept around, gone was the worry of smelling of other she-wolves. She is all about here and now, Mason was drawing circles on my thigh, where he had rested his hand from the moment he had entered the car, making me jump at his touch, and I was in a quandary as to whether to hit his hand away or to accept his small attempt of touching me, which I am assuming is calming his wolf, like it is giving my wolf bad ideas.
There was plenty of room in the vehicle to try what Sky suggested. It was a large limousine. Dad has a couple of them. When big celebrities are in town, he hires out his
