I returned to the Pack House feeling dizzy. That turn of events was not planned, but when I shifted back I felt weak in my knees. Dear Goddess, I went so long with just self-inflicted orgasms that I forgot what it's like to be properly taken care of.
But as I was sneaking back into the Pack House, hoping no one would see my bare ass, I realized how wrong this evening went.
That was supposed to be an hour tops. Just a meal together and we're done and back to our respective bedrooms. But that sleazy bastard planned it perfectly.
How did he know I felt the most like myself in the wilderness? I know I never told him that, but maybe someone else did? I started feeling too comfortable around Danny and I allowed him to see behind my walls, forgetting he's still Maddox's friend, not mine.
