My Shifted Life

Chapter 5 - Georgia

I run as fast as I can away from the bar. I don’t want to talk to Fynn or Terry. I have absolutely nothing to say to them, and the very last thing I want is for either of them to find out about Lettie. I glance behind me and I can’t see them anymore but I don’t want to risk heading home in case they are following my scent so I run in the opposite direction not really sure where I am heading. I have another quick look behind me before I slow down to think about where to go now, and run straight into a pair of strong arms.

“Is everything ok?” The man the arms belong to asks, holding me gently but firmly so I don’t fall to the floor in a heap. s**t. Where had he come from?

“Yes some drunk guys were just chasing me but I think I lost them.” I reply straightening myself up. Technically it’s not a lie. Even though they are werewolves the amount they drank tonight they must have been at least a little bit drunk.

“I think you’re right. I can’t see anyone following you.” He replies in his deep sexy voice. I look up at his beautiful face trying to make out his features in the darkness. It’s a clear night and the stars and moon are out but that is the only light this far away from the town. Even in the darkness I’m pretty sure I have never seen him before. I’m sure I would remember someone like him. I certainly don’t think I have ever heard his voice before. The deep baritone voice that sends vibrations to my core.

“Thanks.” I stammer trying to catch my breath.

“Do you want me to walk you home? Make sure you get back safe?” He asks. Hell yes I do. I want the tall, dark, handsome and mysterious stranger to walk me back to my place, to walk me straight to my bed and f**k me senseless. I want that more than I have wanted any man for a long while, but I can’t be the stupid reckless horny teenager that I want to be, as I have my own reckless, hopefully not horny, teenager of my own, hopefully on her way back home as we speak.

“No thanks.” I say meekly. “I better go.” I turn to walk back the way that I came but I can’t seem to be able to make my legs work, to take the steps to move away from him.

“Goodnight.” He whispers as I finally manage to take a few slow step away from him. I stop walking at the deep rich sound of his voice and then turn to look back at him. He is so f*****g hot. The sexiest man I have ever seen. I want to f**k him so much. I shouldn’t want to f**k him. I don’t know him. I don’t know anything about him. I definitely shouldn’t be mentally undressing the incredibly handsome man in front of me. I suddenly realise that I have stopped walking and I am just staring straight into his dark eyes. I nervously bite my lip. What the hell am I doing? I go to turn and walk away again when the man steps towards me and gingerly holds out his hand to me.

“Do you have to go?” He asks. Yes, I have to go, I have to go check that my child got home on time. I say in my head.

“No.” My mouth says as if it has a mind of its own, as my hand reaches out to touch his. What the f**k is going on with me? Goosebumps ripple over my fingers as they make contact with his. He pulls me hard into his chest. I can feel the sweat soaked into his T-shirt, he must have been running when I bumped into him. He smells so good, much nicer than sweat should smell. He pushes his lips hungrily into mine, his tongue probing around inside my mouth the instant our lips touch. I kiss him back with as much need as I feel for him right now. I pull his wet T-shirt up and over his head revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. My eyes are closed and our bodies are too close together to see anyway, but I can feel that every muscle is perfect, taut and rippling. His hands slip my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms, and it falls to the floor. My n*****s are rock hard under my tight, black, vest top and thin bra as his hands travel over them. His fingers linger, stroking gently through the material. I can feel myself getting aroused at his touch.

“I don’t think we should do this out here.” He says pulling away from me slightly. “Can we go to your place?” Hell f*****g NO! That is a conversation I can’t have, however horny I am for him right now. ‘Hey Lettie can you sleep outside tonight so I can f**k this man who’s name I don’t even know in the bed?’ I don’t think so.

“No. Yours?” I suggest. Although the mood is starting to fade. I’m not so sure about this anymore. I can feel myself regaining some self control. Even if he says yes, I’m not so sure I want to anyway anymore.

“No.” He confirms running his hands through his hair. Uncertainty about the situation clear on his face as well now.

“I better go then.” I say picking up my jacket and walking away from him quickly before I lose all of my self control again.

“Wait, don’t go.” He shouts after me, but he doesn’t follow.

I walk straight back to the campervan and let myself in waiting for Lettie to get back. I look at the clock, 11:14. She still has a few minutes left. I sit down on the bed trying to make sense of the night. How had Fynn found me? Did Fabian know where I was? Who was the tall dark handsome stranger and how had I lost control of myself so much? One thing is for sure, we need to move on as soon as we can. We can’t stay here any longer. Lettie is going to hate me for taking her away from her friends again, but I can’t risk her father finding us here. His brother now knows where I work, so it’s only a matter of time before he comes here and finds us and to top it all off there is a man here that I seem to be almost completely unable to control myself around. I start to pack up our things. The sooner we leave this town the better.