The Beast in Him

CHAPTER 9

Okay, yeah, she’d lied to him. And they both knew it. They both knew she’d pulled a story about someone trying to break into their office through the emergency door out of her flat ass. She’d even done it with a straight face, but she could see it in his eyes. He didn’t believe a word she said. Too bad. He wasn’t Pack. Not her Pack. Therefore, it wasn’t his problem to deal with. And the fact that she wouldn’t tell him anything bugged the living holy hell out of him.

Jess didn’t care, though. She had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.

May had not taken the news of the possible return of her ex very well. Bursting into frustrated, panicked tears, she took off running, heading out the back exit until Danny caught up with her. The five of them then stood in the cold doing their best to calm her down. The sock puppet seemed to help. Everyone loved Mr. Wizard.

After that, they’d discussed strategy and next steps. Informing the whole Pack at this stage was a bad move since it risked moving through the puppy rumor mill like lightning and ending up in Kristan’s lap. So only the five of them would know at this point. They’d bring the rest of the Pack up to speed if necessary.

Now, however, they had a nosey wolf to deal with. A nosey wolf who knew she was lying. Toe-to-toe they stood as he quizzed her, trying to trip her up so he could get the truth. She didn’t trip up. She’d learned to lie back when the Pack still stole diapers and baby food for a newly arrived Kristan. Lying to protect her Pack didn’t bother Jess, so if Smitty hoped to see some kind of guilt in her eyes, he might as well stop looking. She felt none.

Eventually, when he seemed to realize his questions weren’t confusing her in the least, Smitty grabbed the cell phone hanging off his jeans pocket and flipped it open.

Frowning, Jess asked, “Who are you calling?”

“Mace. If people are trying to break in, and that is what you’re telling me, right?” She nodded, even as they glared at each other. “Then we need to get this place locked down tight. Tonight.”

“Locked down?” Locked down sounded expensive. “I don’t remember saying we’d pay for that.”

“You didn’t. But you will.”

Jess’s eyes narrowed and she reached out to twist his nipples, but May slapped her hands down.

As always, May tried to diffuse the situation. With false cheeriness, she asked her daughter, who’d been watching the power play between Jess and Smitty with obvious eagerness, “And what are y’all doin’ here?”

Kristan grabbed Johnny’s jacket and yanked him forward. “Johnny has something to tell you guys.”

But Johnny looked like he wanted to be a million miles away from here.

“Go on,” Kristan urged. “Tell her.”

With a sigh, Johnny pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Jess. She almost dreaded taking it. Not surprising when most envelopes from any of the kids usually came from their school and involved something they’d done or didn’t do or said or should never had said.

Without looking at the envelope, Jess slipped the wrinkled but high-quality paper out and quickly read it.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Johnny. “You got in.”

“Wait. What?” May grabbed the letter and the others leaned over to read it. “He not only got in,” she finally said, “he got a full scholarship.”

Refusing to look at any of them, Johnny gave a dismissive shrug. “It’s just a summer program.”

“You got in,” Jess said again. Then she charged him.

“Okay. See you when you get here.” Smitty closed his phone and clipped it back to his jeans. He turned to tell Jessie that Mace and the rest of his team would be along in the next thirty minutes when he found her, May, and Sabina all over the kid. Arms around him, hugging him. Part of him started to get kind of pissed about it until the kid looked at him. And he saw it in the boy’s eyes—a definite plea for help.

He walked over and could hear Jessie saying, “I’m so proud of you.”

“We all are,” May added.

Johnny looked like he’d give anything to be able to wrench the women off him and make a run for it. Of course that would never work. They were fast. They’d just catch him.

“Mace is headed this way,” he said to Jessie’s back. “He said he’s not surprised he has to step in and help y’all. Seein’ as security is not your strong suit.”

It took a second for Jess to realize what he’d said; then she pushed Johnny away and turned her complete attention on Smitty. May stepped between them, as always the peacemaker, and Sabina grinned, looking forward to a good fight.

“He said what?” Jessie demanded.

And behind their backs Johnny mouthed, “Thank you.”

Jess had no idea how this spiraled out of control. She expected one big-haired lion, not an entire team of shifters taking over her building and them.

Mace kept walking into her office and asking her to authorize things. When she’d ask, “Authorize what?” he’d give her that annoyed cat look and she’d sign.

She sure was paying a lot for telling one lie.

Smitty walked into her office, leaning against the doorjamb. “You told Mitch you thought there might be another way in.”

Jess let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead.

“Somethin’ wrong, Jessie Ann?” Smitty asked, sounding way smugger than seemed necessary. “Something you need to tell me before this goes any further?”

Dropping her hands to her desk, Jess forced a smile. “Nope, nothing to tell.”

Jess stood and led Smitty through the office and down the long hallway that led to the bathrooms and the emergency exit. She took him into one of the rooms that held secure servers. With his help, they pulled aside a metal case holding old computer parts and crouched down next to a vent.

She shrugged. “It’s not huge but—”

“It’s big enough.”

Using one hand, he took hold of the grate blocking the vent and gave it an experimental tug. A tug that pulled out the grate and four inches of drywall all around the perimeter.

Smitty glanced at her. “Oops.”

“Oops? The best you can come up with is oops?”

“I forgot about my mighty strength.”

Snorting, feeling the strain between them from the past two hours lift, Jess playfully pushed Smitty’s shoulder and she might as well have been pushing up against a brick wall.

“You would have had to close this off anyway,” he said, placing the grate and drywall aside.

“Don’t we need vents... you know, to breathe and all?”

“Yes, Miss Smarty Ass. But there are ways to make sure they are secure.”

“Did you just call me Miss Smarty Ass?”

“That’s what you are.” Smitty pulled a small flashlight from his back pocket and leaned down to look into the vent. “Is there actually something here, in this building, that someone would feel the need to break in?”

“Computer equipment, I guess. But it would take a major effort to get the desktops out of here since each one is locked to its desk. And we don’t allow anyone to use laptops in the office except Pack. And we take ours wherever we go.”

“Hhhm. Then why would someone try and break in here, Jessie Ann? Since it don’t look like y’all have much to steal that isn’t locked down.”

She didn’t answer him and he wasn’t shocked. Smitty knew when someone was lying to him, and Jessie Ann was lying her cute little ass off. Something was wrong. Really wrong. And the whole “locking down the office thing” was merely a way to push her hand. He had no idea she’d go through with it. As soon as she realized how much this would cost her, Smitty thought for sure she or one of her friends would put a stop to it. He’d tried to trip up each of them as this progressed, finally getting to meet the people so close to Jessie, including “dancing dog Phil.” But they kept their mouths shut and signed whatever his team put in front of them until Sabina muttered something about putting Smitty’s company on retainer.

Stubborn little SOBs, weren’t they?

Letting out a tired breath, Jessie sat down on the floor, her back resting against the wall. “I should have gotten some coffee. Now I’m too tired to get up and get any.”

“Want me to get you some?”

She gave a faint smile. “No, but thanks for offering.”

Clicking off the flashlight and closing the door, Smitty sat down next to her. His leg brushed against hers and he felt her body tense the slightest bit.

“All right, Jessie Ann, cough it up. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing.” And if he didn’t know her, he’d probably believe her.

“Woman, you are lying to me. I can’t help you if you lie to me.”

“I didn’t ask for your goddamn help.”

Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on his raised knees. “I’m fixin’ to get mad, Jessie.”

“You’re fixin’ to get mad?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you just get mad?”

“I’m not there yet. But I will be if you don’t start talking to me.”

Jessie pushed herself to her feet. “I have nothing to say.”

He watched that cute little ass walk across the room to the door. Was that what she’d been planning to wear out tonight with him? Ripped black jeans with gray thermal leggings underneath, a Chicago Blackhawks hockey jersey that reached to her knees, and white high-top sneakers.

Maybe she was trying a little too hard not to make an effort? Although now all he wanted to do was get those clothes off her and see what the hell she was hiding.

Why did she insist on driving him crazy? Well, hell... two canines could play this game of tug.

She had her hands on the door handle when he asked, “Does this have anything to do with the kiss?”

And he almost felt real bad when that door smacked her right in the face.

Jess gripped her forehead and spun around to stare at Smitty. “What kiss?”

He slowly got to those big wolf feet. “The kiss we almost had sixteen years ago.”

“Why would anything have to do with that kiss that never happened?”

Smitty gave her an indulgent smile. “Now, Jessie Ann, we both know how you felt about me.”

“How I—”

“And maybe you still feel that way so you’re afraid to get too close to me. To trust me. To—now, Jessie, let’s not start throwing things.”

Jess held an old 60-gig external hard drive in her hand that she’d grabbed from one of the shelves. The thing weighed a ton. It would cave his head in quite nicely.

“I’m just trying to find out the truth.”

“And you’re doing that how?” She didn’t want to talk about that night. The night he’d pushed her away. Always a late bloomer, sixteen-year-old Jess still hadn’t had her first kiss by then mostly because she’d wanted that kiss to come from Smitty. But he’d hurt her that night when he pushed her away. Not physically, of course, but emotionally her young, way-too-romantic heart had been crushed.

Even now, sixteen years later, she still didn’t want to have this discussion. She could already feel her cheeks heating from embarrassment, remembering how she wasn’t cute or hot enough to get a drunk boy to kiss her. What girl couldn’t manage something that simple from the weak? Apparently she couldn’t.

Already she could feel her embarrassment turning to anger. No, she didn’t want this discussion. She didn’t want to hop down memory lane with Bobby Ray Smith. Not now, not ever.

“You know, Jessie, I’m of the mind if we get that kiss out of the way, maybe you could focus on the bigger issues right in front of you.”

Huh. Look at that. Her leash just snapped.

Good thing he was fast because that heavy piece of metal came right for his head. Smitty stepped to one side and it went sailing by.

He stared at her. “Woman, have you lost your mind?”

“No, I think I’m getting it back.” Her hand reached out and she blindly grabbed some other hunk of metal. Computer equipment it looked like. “Yeah, I’m feeling better each second.” She pulled her arm back like a pro baseball player and Smitty took the three long steps over to her, grabbing hold of the thing in her hand and wrenching it away from her.

“Jessie Ann, calm down!”

“Go to hell,” she snarled as she reached for that damn shelf again. Everything on it was a potential missile to take out his head.

Slamming down the thing already in his hand, Smitty reached out and grabbed Jessie by the back of the neck. Without thought, only wolf instinct, he yanked her over to him, determined to get her under control. To get her to submit. That’s what Alpha Males did, and it didn’t even occur to him that Jessie wasn’t part of his Pack. Hell, she was barely part of his life. Just a blip in his week, really.

But when her body slammed up against his, everything but the wolf in him was wiped clean. All that calm, cool, rational logic he’d spent years and years refining until he moved only as fast as he wanted or needed slipped away from him, leaving the raw, demanding animal behind.

Jessie stared up at him, her hands slapping against his chest, trying to push him off. Too late for that, and he could tell by the way her eyes widened and her breath left her body in one rush that she realized it too.

His grip tightened on her neck and he lifted until she stood on her toes.

“Smitty, wait—”

He didn’t. He cut off her next words by slamming his mouth down on hers, his tongue sliding into her already open mouth, and kissing her hard. He sensed her claws unleash, coming for his face or his chest, so he released her neck and grabbed her wrists, before turning them both and forcing Jessie up against the wall. Using his hold on her wrists, he pulled Jessie’s arms above her head and pinned them in place.

She struggled against him, her knee trying to move so she could take out his nuts. Again, the rational voice in his head that he always listened to told him to let her go. Told him “nice Southern gentlemen” didn’t do this sort of thing to sweet, innocent, wild dogs.

Then Jessie Ann groaned. It slid up the back of her throat, easing into his mouth, setting his nerve endings on fire. In that moment, his rational voice got shut down for the beast who ruled his heart.

And this... this right here was why he didn’t kiss her that night all those years ago. If it had caused even a tenth of the lust pouring through his body this very second, his poor little eighteen-year-old brain would have crumpled from the pressure, and the two of them would still be stuck in Smithtown up to their armpits in Smith sons.

He didn’t have to worry about that now, though. They were both adults with an excellent grasp of birth control. They could keep this simple and friendly and still have the time of their lives. Because he had to have her. Now. This very second.

Damn. Poorly planned, Smith. He didn’t think to bring a condom with him. Unfortunate, since he’d love nothing more than to take her right here, right now, and right up against this wall. Then again with such weak drywall probably not a good idea. Of course, the floor had looked pretty clean...

“Hey, Aunt Jess, Mom’s wondering if you guys are hun—Whoa!”

Jessie shoved so hard Smitty stumbled back from her. He knew Kristan stood in the doorway, but at the moment he couldn’t really turn around. She was way too young for that visual.

Horrified. Of all the people in the world to catch her it had to be “Big Mouth, I have no filters” Kristan.

“I am so telling Mom!” she squealed.

The evil brat took off, laughing the whole way, and Jess shoved past the bastard wolf standing in front of her and went after her niece.

Kristan threw open the door and skidded into the main office. “You guys are not going to believe what I—”

Jess slapped her hand around Kristan’s mouth and dragged her back into the hallway.

“Excuse us,” Jess said to the room full of shifters staring at them.

Jess carried the pink-clad brat into the storage closet and slammed the door.

“Not a word!”

“Oh, come on! You can’t expect me to keep this to myself. You making out with a wolf. I could sell this to Sixty Minutes!”

“I’m ordering you to keep your mouth shut.”

Kristan snorted and Jess stepped up to her.

“You’re sixteen. Almost an adult. It’s time you learn how it works when you have an Alpha.”

“Yeah, right.”

Jess bared her fangs and took two dramatic steps forward. Frightened, Kristan stumbled back, slamming into the wall behind her. Jess moved in close and rested her cheek against Kristan’s forehead, her snarls low and dangerous, her fangs brushing against the girl’s skin.

“Okay, okay!”

“Are we clear?”

“Yes!”

Jess stepped back. “Not a word. Understand?”

Kristan nodded but wouldn’t look Jess in the eye. Good. She was learning.

“Now get Johnny and you two go home.”

The girl nodded her head again and took off running.

Jess gave herself a very brief moment to get her breath back and wipe shaky fingers over her bruised lips and through her hair, trying to get it back under control before following after Kristan since she wasn’t entirely ready to trust the girl would keep her mouth shut.

But as she opened the door she practically collided with Smitty.

“Jessie Ann—”

“Don’t.”

“But—”

She walked away from him and into the main room. She forced a smile since everyone was still standing around looking confused. “The kids are going home. But I’m starving. What are we ordering for dinner?”

Smitty sat back and watched them stand around a menu for a local Chinese restaurant and place their orders. Jessie acted like butter wouldn’t melt. Cold, indifferent, and trying to pretend like it didn’t mean anything to her.

But it had meant a hell of a lot to the woman he had pinned up against that wall. And if Jessie Ann really thought it would be that easy to shake him, she had so very much to learn.