There was a bit of a FLY in the ointment this week. Flying under the radar turned into flying by the seat of my pants. See, several weeks back, I got this high-flying idea of using a Wolf for #TooSexyInHisShirt Wednesday on my Facebook author page, then again on Saturday for #ShirtsOffSaturday and finally, sharing his wolf on Sunday for #WeekendWolf. With those pictures would come sharing a snippet from that Wolf’s story. This week, it’s Brian “Smoke” Jenner from NIGHT FIRE. So, flying blind, I decided to write a totally unrelated scene from Smoke’s POV. Just for fun. And it was. FYI, Smoke is in Outlaws, the biker bar in Kansas City where the Nightriders sometimes go to hang out. I hope you enjoy…
I leaned over the pool table and eyed my shot. The stack of twenties on rail should have been a distraction. A hellava lot of money was riding on me putting the eight ball in the corner pocket. Too bad I had three balls to by-pass before the cue ball could kiss that eight.
The front doors of Outlaws blew open, bringing the scent of a summer storm—dust and rain and ozone. I lined up my stick and exhaled, ready to make my shot. That’s when she strutted past the end of the table. I sucked in air and my lungs were seared by the scent of cloves and geraniums.
I don’t know how it happened. Reflex. My wolf. Something. But the next thing I knew, my arm twitched, the freshly-chalked tip of my pool stick hit the felt cover over the table and that damn cue ball went flying. The woman who caused the train wreck snagged that ball clean out of the air. Then she hitched a hip on the table and rolled that puppy into the corner pocket.
“I heard this place was a bit fly by night,” she said, her voice low, husky and sexy as hell. “Good to know they let the riff-raff in.” Her other hand other swept out and fisted the money as she flashed me a smile that turned my dick to granite and my knees to water. Her smile? She knew exactly what she was doin’ to me—and every other man standing there. Coming off the table in a move so smooth she could have worked the pole at Chasin’ Tail, she headed toward the bar. Half-way there, she paused.
I held my breath.
She turned her head ever-so-gawddamned-slowly I started to see stars from the lack of oxygen in my lungs.
“Well?” she said, arching a brow. “You comin’?”
Not yet I wasn’t, but once I got Leigh home, we both would. Come. Over and over. Damn but I loved my mate. “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna fly you to the moon.”
What about y’all? You have any fly words to share?
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