Page 3 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

One, I'm much drunker than I have been in a verylongtime. I can't remember the last time I'd gotten a buzz this thorough.

And two, Jay needs to take me home and have his filthy way with meimmediately.

When I spot Cook emerging from the back with a fresh pie in his hands, I stand just a little straighter. If that pizza isn't mine, then I will be distraught. Cook spots me staring and gives me a smile and a nod. Wooping, I cheer, "Aye! Pizza's here!"

"Ayyee!" Jay and Saint cheer back, moving to clear our empty shot glasses and beer bottles.

Cook leaves the pepperoni pizza on the bar before us, leaving with a flourished bow just for me. I shout, "Thank you, Pookie!" to his back as he disappears behind the double doors and into the kitchen.

Jay and Saint waste no time before ripping off slices and chowing down.

Saint doesn't get a bite down before he's hopping in place, complaining about scorching the roof of his mouth.

I laugh at him, carefully selecting my slice and blowing on the molten cheese and sauce.

"Alpha, your girl is making fun of me," Saint whines, giving me a puppy dog pout.

"She is? Guess that makes two of us." Jay laughs, miming the hop-dance Saint did. The laugh I let out echoes throughout the entire bar.

Our pizza disappears quickly between the three of us. We're all slinging jokes back and forth when we're not chewing. And, when I lay my last half-eaten piece back on the tray, too full to finish it, Saint snatches it back up. Without a preamble, he devours my leftovers.

Unable to help myself, I snort and say, "Hah! We just kissed." Then I'm practically delirious with laughter, falling back into Jay's chest.

"How do you figure, Tiny?" Saint asks, his green eyes bright and watchful.

I laugh lightly again before answering, "My mouth was all over that. Your mouth touched my mouth parts. We kissed. Simple."

"I don't think that's how it works, Gorgeous," Jay says in my ear, his voice dark and husky.

"Sure it is." I chortle, tilting my face back to peek at myAlphathrough my lashes. Jay's hands drift across my hips and rib cage.

"Do you need a reminder on how kissing works, baby girl?" He practically growls, putting his chest flush to my back.

I smirk before answering "I don't know, maybe. Who's going to teach me?" Laughter leaks out, my heart racing as Jay's hands drift across my body again.

"Brat,"Jay growls, gripping my neck.

I lick my lips, smiling up at him. "You like it."

"You bet your fine ass I do," He answers, lowering his mouth to mine, demanding entrance. As always, the kiss is practically mind-melting and all-consuming. He tastes like tequila andhome. By the time he's done, my heart feels like it's going to pound out of my chest, an echoing throb between my legs. Molten heat is unspooling low in my belly.

Saint's eyes are on us when Jay recedes. Green eyes flashing, the sign of his wolf rising. My lip is between my teeth for a single racing heartbeat before Jay notices and says to the tall blonde, "Careful, Saint. She's looking at you like she wants you to try next."

I don't get to turn my head even a quarter of the way before Jay's large, warm hand circles my neck, keeping me still and facing Saint.

"Is that right, Tiny?" Saint rumbles, leaning on the bar top. It makes his burnt orange T-shirt stretch, exposing the lines of his stomach and a fine-line tattoo that disappears under his jeans. Jay's thumb stroking down my pulse is as much of a distraction as Saint's bare stomach. The light catches on the chains around Saint's neck and rings on his fingers. My attention lingers on the fine-lined tattoos on his fingers.

Right now, I don't feel like a wolf. I feel like a rabbit.Caged and pinned.It's an unexpected feeling but not an unwelcome one.

I gulp, licking my bottom lip before answering lightly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, baby girl. You want to see who's better?" Jay goads, his breath fanning against my neck, his hand caressing my pulse and jaw. "I thought you needed a reminder of how kissing works."

Laughter titters out of me, goosebumps racing down my spine, making me feel like a livewire. My wolf stirs, her golden eyes swinging into focus in the depths of my mind.

Jay has me pressed against him, nearly every inch of our bodies touching. His cock is rock hard against the curve of my ass, though his fingers don't tremble, his heart doesn't pound against my back. If you were to hook my heart up to an EKG machine, however, the resulting report could be read like the lines on a Richter scale.

"Well,doyou kiss better than Jay, Saint?" I finally purr, leaning into Jay more fully. He murmurs a quick 'that'smy girl'in my ear, dark and husky, mouth closing over my pulse. I barely manage to stifle my moan.