Who cared about ruined panties when her pu**y was now bare and available to anything he’d like to use on it? Whee!

He leaned up over her body and put ear buds in. Her iPod. PJ Harvey began to murmur and growl in her ears as she felt him touch her labia with a vibe that burred and stopped. Before long she realized it was the vibrator hooked to the iPod, reacting to the music.

She waited to feel what he’d do next and she didn’t stop the gasp when he shoved her thighs wide and then pushed her heels up against her ass. She was totally open to him and the cool air against the heated slick of her pu**y.

He stretched her slow and easy with the vibrator, leaving it deep inside her, pulsing to the music when his mouth found her clit and she cried out.

Unable to process every bit of the sensory information bombarding her, she whipped her head from side to side, gasping and moaning as he concentrated on her clit with his tongue and lips and the vibrations inside her sounded through her flesh.

When she came, she bit her lip hard as the air and a hoarse cry rushed from her. Her body thrummed with energy as her orgasm went on and on.

After she’d calmed, he petted gently over her pu**y and kissed her mound before removing the vibrator and the ear buds. Her blindfold was next and she blinked against the light in the room and the masculine handsomeness of his face as he smiled at her before kissing her lips.

Lastly, he undid her wrists, kissing where she’d been bound and snuggled into her side as she caught her breath.

“I love gelato. I think we should have it for dessert more often.”

Chapter Eleven

“Please don’t be nervous, they’re going to love you.”

Tegan had her doubts but she kept them to herself as they approached the front door of the rambler he’d grown up in and where his parents still lived.

He’d told his family they’d met a bit earlier than they had and they were engaged to be married. He danced around what they’d thought of that so Tegan was pretty sure they were dubious and hey, she’d have been dubious too in their shoes.

“I can’t believe you haven’t told them I’m a werewolf yet. I could kick your ass for that.” She wanted to kick his ass for that. It wasn’t something you sprung on people!

“I’ll tell them today,” he murmured as he brought the hand he’d been holding to his lips for a kiss.

“You will not! Is that why you haven’t told them yet? You wanted to have me there when you did so they wouldn’t flip out? That’s not fair of you at all.”

Before she could yell at him in a whisper any further, the front door opened and a sixty-five year old version of Ben stepped out and waved.

“Hey, Dad!” Ben hustled her to the porch where he introduced her to his father, William.

His father shook her hand as he took her measure. Tegan held his eyes as he nodded.

She’d apparently passed some sort of test, goodness knew what, but she’d take what she could get at that point.

“Nice to meet you, Tegan. Please, come in. Bonita just took the eggplant parm out of the oven and Jillian is pouring the wine.” He waved them through and Ben kept an iron grip on her hand as he propelled her to the kitchen.

She turned to him briefly and whispered, “You’re going to break my hand if you hold it that tight. I’m not going to run off.”

He laughed, kissing her again and when she turned again, a small, dark-haired woman stood in the doorway to the kitchen with narrowed eyes.

“I’m Bonita and you’re obviously Tegan. Come on through and sit down while you tell us what the hell is going on. Wipe that frown off your face, Benjamin, you knew I would be curious about any woman you met and were engaged to in less than three months. Especially when we hadn’t even heard you mention her until last week.”

That might be true, but manners didn’t cost a damned thing.

“Thank you for inviting me to your home. Ben says he grew up here. A sense of place is very nice to have.” Tegan used her manners as she took her seat.

“I’m Jillian, Ben’s sister. It’s nice to meet you.”

The younger woman who’d been pouring wine smiled and Tegan relaxed a bit as she shook her hand.

“Ben talks about you a lot. Says you’re an amazing cook. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Jillian blushed. “That’s quite the compliment.” Leaning around Tegan, Jillian kissed her brother’s cheek and hugged him one armed. “He’s one of the best cooks I know.”

“Very true. He spoils me with all the great things he makes.”

Bonita frowned. “You don’t do any cooking?”

“When he lets me near the kitchen. Usually breakfast because I’m up before he is.”

Tegan knew Ben had told them they now lived together, she wanted the other woman to understand she wasn’t going anywhere.

They all sat at the table and passed around platter after platter of food. The sheer variety and quantity was dizzying.

And delicious. Eggplant parmesan, marinated vegetables, fresh mozzarella in spiced olive oil, a salad of mixed peppers and onions, crusty bread that was chewy and delicious on the inside. Meatballs and pasta as well.

All was silent for several minutes as everyone chowed down.

“This is delicious. I can see where Ben gets his talent in the kitchen, Mrs. Stoner.”

“You’ll bring her to the restaurant soon, Ben,” Jillian said. “Everyone is dying to get a look at the girl who finally caught you.” She winked at them and Tegan laughed. At least one member of Ben’s family liked her. The father seemed to be waiting for his wife to give the okay. And from the looks of it, Bonita Stoner wasn’t an easy person to convert.