The Mane Event
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Now listen up, little sister
Sissy Mae slapped her hand over her brothers face and shoved him onto the couch. By the time he landed, he was snoring.
Mace watched two big feet stand in front of him. Wolf females always seemed to have the biggest freakin feet. She crouched in front of him and smirked. Whats the matter, Mace?
What makes you think somethings wrong?
You havent been pompous or superior in the last ten minutes. So somethin must be wrong.
Mace shrugged. The woman of my dreams turned me down.
For marriage?
Dinner.
Sissy Mae shook her head. Is this the girl youve been talkin about since I met you?
Desiree MacDermot. The woman Ive been waiting for all my life.
You know, my mommas right about you. You are a wolf in lions clothin. Get all bunged up over one woman. I cant even get Smitty to do that and he is wolf.
Thats not helpful.
You want helpful, Mason?
Yes. I want helpful. Make yourself useful, woman.
Fine. Call her as soon as you wake up.
What?
Call her as soon as you wake up and ask her out.
Why?
Trust me on this.
Im not a morning person.
Mace
Okay. Okay. He glanced over at Smitty, then back at the mans sister. Lets write Omega on his forehead again. He hates that.
Chapter Three
D ez woke up cursing. The ring of her damn cell phone completely disrupted her lovely dream involving Mace, her, and her handcuffs.
She grabbed for the phone on her nightstand. Knocked it off. Reached down and grabbed for it. Fell out of bed. Hit one of the dogs in the process. Wrestled the phone from the dogs mouth. Then groggily crawled on all fours back into her warm and cozy bed.
MacDermot, Dez mumbled into the phone, assuming it would be work.
Hey.
Dezs arms went out from under her when that voice tore through her dazed, sleep-drowned mind, and she landed flat on her face. Mace and that voice of his slid all the way down to her clit and moved in.
Why the hell was he calling her? What the hell was his deal? And how the hell did he get her number anyway? All right. Forget that last stupid question. He probably had a full background check done on her by now. The man was a SEAL, after all.
Not knowing what else to say, Dez hit him with the first thing that came to mind. Who is this?
She crossed her eyes. Well those brilliant phrases kept rolling right from her mouth.Youre such an idiot, MacDermot.
Its Mace.
Oh, she replied casually like she didnt almost come from his hey alone. Hiya, Mace. She used her shoulder to cover the mouthpiece on her phone, shoved a pillow over her face, and yelled into it. After a moment, she calmly went back to the conversation. Whats up?
She heard him stretch. Nothing. Just checking on you.
She closed her eyes and her legs. Took a calming breath. Oh. Thats sweet.
Im known for being sweet.
No, youre not.
He laughed softly and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
Reallyis there anything better than the gravelly six A.M. voice on a man? Dez didnt think so. And Mace had one of those in spades. She may have to dig out her vibrator. It has to be around here somewhere.
Youre right. Im not. A moment of silence descended, and Dez wondered if they already ran out of things to say. She should have known better. You just getting up?
Not really. Its only six A.M. and I dont have to go to work. So, Im just lying here.
Really? She heard his body move, the sheets rustle. She imagined him naked and in bed. She closed her eyes. Okay. She needed to stop doing that right now. What are you wearing?
Oh no! They were not going to have this conversation. She couldnt handle it. Hell, she couldnt handle him. Christ, Mace, we havent had one of these conversations in a long time.
Yeah, but at fourteen they were relatively tame. Were much older now.
Dont remind me.
So?
So what?
What are you wearing?
Im not discussing that with
Are you naked?
No! Dez rolled her eyes. Good God, the man could be persistent. A tank top and baggy shorts.
Panties?
With a throat clear, No.
He purred. At least thats exactly what it sounded like. Purring. She didnt remember him purring before.
Did youdid you just purr?
Yup. Im thinking about you with no underwear.
Jesus, Mace. Youre killing me.
Is it making you wet?
Mason Llewellyn! We are not having this conversation.
Why?
Well, I am hoping to eventually arrest your sister for murder.
Im hoping you arrest my sister for murder.
Sissy Mae slapped her hand over her brothers face and shoved him onto the couch. By the time he landed, he was snoring.
Mace watched two big feet stand in front of him. Wolf females always seemed to have the biggest freakin feet. She crouched in front of him and smirked. Whats the matter, Mace?
What makes you think somethings wrong?
You havent been pompous or superior in the last ten minutes. So somethin must be wrong.
Mace shrugged. The woman of my dreams turned me down.
For marriage?
Dinner.
Sissy Mae shook her head. Is this the girl youve been talkin about since I met you?
Desiree MacDermot. The woman Ive been waiting for all my life.
You know, my mommas right about you. You are a wolf in lions clothin. Get all bunged up over one woman. I cant even get Smitty to do that and he is wolf.
Thats not helpful.
You want helpful, Mason?
Yes. I want helpful. Make yourself useful, woman.
Fine. Call her as soon as you wake up.
What?
Call her as soon as you wake up and ask her out.
Why?
Trust me on this.
Im not a morning person.
Mace
Okay. Okay. He glanced over at Smitty, then back at the mans sister. Lets write Omega on his forehead again. He hates that.
Chapter Three
D ez woke up cursing. The ring of her damn cell phone completely disrupted her lovely dream involving Mace, her, and her handcuffs.
She grabbed for the phone on her nightstand. Knocked it off. Reached down and grabbed for it. Fell out of bed. Hit one of the dogs in the process. Wrestled the phone from the dogs mouth. Then groggily crawled on all fours back into her warm and cozy bed.
MacDermot, Dez mumbled into the phone, assuming it would be work.
Hey.
Dezs arms went out from under her when that voice tore through her dazed, sleep-drowned mind, and she landed flat on her face. Mace and that voice of his slid all the way down to her clit and moved in.
Why the hell was he calling her? What the hell was his deal? And how the hell did he get her number anyway? All right. Forget that last stupid question. He probably had a full background check done on her by now. The man was a SEAL, after all.
Not knowing what else to say, Dez hit him with the first thing that came to mind. Who is this?
She crossed her eyes. Well those brilliant phrases kept rolling right from her mouth.Youre such an idiot, MacDermot.
Its Mace.
Oh, she replied casually like she didnt almost come from his hey alone. Hiya, Mace. She used her shoulder to cover the mouthpiece on her phone, shoved a pillow over her face, and yelled into it. After a moment, she calmly went back to the conversation. Whats up?
She heard him stretch. Nothing. Just checking on you.
She closed her eyes and her legs. Took a calming breath. Oh. Thats sweet.
Im known for being sweet.
No, youre not.
He laughed softly and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
Reallyis there anything better than the gravelly six A.M. voice on a man? Dez didnt think so. And Mace had one of those in spades. She may have to dig out her vibrator. It has to be around here somewhere.
Youre right. Im not. A moment of silence descended, and Dez wondered if they already ran out of things to say. She should have known better. You just getting up?
Not really. Its only six A.M. and I dont have to go to work. So, Im just lying here.
Really? She heard his body move, the sheets rustle. She imagined him naked and in bed. She closed her eyes. Okay. She needed to stop doing that right now. What are you wearing?
Oh no! They were not going to have this conversation. She couldnt handle it. Hell, she couldnt handle him. Christ, Mace, we havent had one of these conversations in a long time.
Yeah, but at fourteen they were relatively tame. Were much older now.
Dont remind me.
So?
So what?
What are you wearing?
Im not discussing that with
Are you naked?
No! Dez rolled her eyes. Good God, the man could be persistent. A tank top and baggy shorts.
Panties?
With a throat clear, No.
He purred. At least thats exactly what it sounded like. Purring. She didnt remember him purring before.
Did youdid you just purr?
Yup. Im thinking about you with no underwear.
Jesus, Mace. Youre killing me.
Is it making you wet?
Mason Llewellyn! We are not having this conversation.
Why?
Well, I am hoping to eventually arrest your sister for murder.
Im hoping you arrest my sister for murder.
