The Mane Squeeze
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I wasnt in a combat unit. She turned her head to look at him and her mouth was so close. It took everything in him to not kiss her again, to not slip his tongue in her mouth and lick his way to heaven. Were stalkers. We hunt the ones who hunt us.
You were in the Unit?
He nodded and she released the strands she held and picked up another handful. You really do have amazing hair, she said, not asking him anything further about his military past. I know women who would pay a fortune for this kind of coloring.
He didnt think she was changing the subject because she was uncomfortable with it. Almost all shifters knew about the Unit and what their role in the full-human military was. Instead he got the feeling she was changing the subject because what he once did didnt bother her one way or the other. At least not the way it bothered his parents. Then again, Gwen was a takeno-prisoners kind of female. Thats how shed been raised, that was how she lived. He knew that from the way shed brutally fought McNelly. No bluffing, no warning growls or cat scratches to get her point across. He could easily imagine the two females fighting until one or both were dead.
What shampoo do you use? she asked.
Whatevers on sale at the grocery store when I go shopping.
Her mouth dropped open and she laughed. My brothers head would explode if he heard that. The first job he ever got when he was sixteen was so he could pay for his conditioner. And before you ask, yeah, it was that expensive.
Im too lazy for all that.
You dont have a mighty mane. A sign of a lions sexual maturity and power.
Having had more than his fair share of male lions to deal with while in the military, Lock could do nothing but roll his eyes in disgust.
She lifted another handful of his hair. It wouldnt hurt to shape it a bit. Ive got my clippers, I could do it here.
No.
If youre worried, Ive got my license.
As a plumber.
And stylist. When I work in Mas shop, I get a lot of guys coming in for me to cut their hair. He bet they did. The bastards probably stampeded the door.
You can do hair?
She counted off on her fingers as she answered, Hair, makeup, pedicures, manicures, and I can wax whatever part of the body you want me to.
Youre not waxing anything of mine.
She leaned in, her thumb rubbing across his brow. Maybe pluck a few stray hairs?
No.
Okay, but youll have to deal with it later.
Deal with what?
Your father is getting a unibrow. And since you two look somuch alike
He brushed her hand away. The world will have to deal with the horror of my old-man unibrow.
Fine. Be that way.
I will. Lock studied her for a moment as she continued to exam his hair. I dont get it.
Get what?
You dont like doing hair, but youre determined to cut mine?
I dont like doing hair for money, every day. But I do my friends hair all the time. Thats fun. Besides, if we dont clean this up a bit she combed his hair down until it covered his face and laughed youre never going to get yourself a nice housesow to breed your cubs and make your dinner.
He pushed her hands away and shook his hair out of his face. Because that sounds hot.
With her fingers resting against his chest, and those intense gold eyes watching closely, she asked, If a nice housesows not to your tastethen what do you want?
You. I want you.
Yet something told him this was not the right moment to say that, to admit how she was driving him and his poor cock crazy. So the answer was the much more mundane but safe, Dinner. I want dinner.
And to prove it, he reached to the side table and picked up the room service menu.
Hope they have moose, he muttered as she watched him closely but said nothing.
Gwen didnt know who she was more pissed at. The bear, for resisting her charms, or herself, for trying to be charming in the first place.
Shed admit that she never bothered working hard to get a guy interested, mostly because there were none who made her feel as if they were worth it. For those she did feel were worthy, shed put out signals that suggested she was interested in sex and most would respond in kind. Eventually theyd end up in bed together.
If it was good, Gwen would usually go back for a little more. If it wasnt, she wouldnt bother.
Her life was usually so simple. Now it was complicated because she didnt feel like she was going after this guy simply for sex.
Okay, she wouldnt lie and say she wasnt interested in having sex with him. Because, Christ! Was she interested. But there was more to it than that for both of them.
They ate their dinner at the dining table, but when it was time for dessert, Lock moved the table and coffee table out of the way and opened up the blinds. Removing their ice cream sundaes from the freezer, they sat on the floor, their backs against the couch, and stared out over the New York City skyline.
Do you ever miss Jersey? Gwen asked.
How can I? He gestured with a tilt of his head. Its right over there.
You were in the Unit?
He nodded and she released the strands she held and picked up another handful. You really do have amazing hair, she said, not asking him anything further about his military past. I know women who would pay a fortune for this kind of coloring.
He didnt think she was changing the subject because she was uncomfortable with it. Almost all shifters knew about the Unit and what their role in the full-human military was. Instead he got the feeling she was changing the subject because what he once did didnt bother her one way or the other. At least not the way it bothered his parents. Then again, Gwen was a takeno-prisoners kind of female. Thats how shed been raised, that was how she lived. He knew that from the way shed brutally fought McNelly. No bluffing, no warning growls or cat scratches to get her point across. He could easily imagine the two females fighting until one or both were dead.
What shampoo do you use? she asked.
Whatevers on sale at the grocery store when I go shopping.
Her mouth dropped open and she laughed. My brothers head would explode if he heard that. The first job he ever got when he was sixteen was so he could pay for his conditioner. And before you ask, yeah, it was that expensive.
Im too lazy for all that.
You dont have a mighty mane. A sign of a lions sexual maturity and power.
Having had more than his fair share of male lions to deal with while in the military, Lock could do nothing but roll his eyes in disgust.
She lifted another handful of his hair. It wouldnt hurt to shape it a bit. Ive got my clippers, I could do it here.
No.
If youre worried, Ive got my license.
As a plumber.
And stylist. When I work in Mas shop, I get a lot of guys coming in for me to cut their hair. He bet they did. The bastards probably stampeded the door.
You can do hair?
She counted off on her fingers as she answered, Hair, makeup, pedicures, manicures, and I can wax whatever part of the body you want me to.
Youre not waxing anything of mine.
She leaned in, her thumb rubbing across his brow. Maybe pluck a few stray hairs?
No.
Okay, but youll have to deal with it later.
Deal with what?
Your father is getting a unibrow. And since you two look somuch alike
He brushed her hand away. The world will have to deal with the horror of my old-man unibrow.
Fine. Be that way.
I will. Lock studied her for a moment as she continued to exam his hair. I dont get it.
Get what?
You dont like doing hair, but youre determined to cut mine?
I dont like doing hair for money, every day. But I do my friends hair all the time. Thats fun. Besides, if we dont clean this up a bit she combed his hair down until it covered his face and laughed youre never going to get yourself a nice housesow to breed your cubs and make your dinner.
He pushed her hands away and shook his hair out of his face. Because that sounds hot.
With her fingers resting against his chest, and those intense gold eyes watching closely, she asked, If a nice housesows not to your tastethen what do you want?
You. I want you.
Yet something told him this was not the right moment to say that, to admit how she was driving him and his poor cock crazy. So the answer was the much more mundane but safe, Dinner. I want dinner.
And to prove it, he reached to the side table and picked up the room service menu.
Hope they have moose, he muttered as she watched him closely but said nothing.
Gwen didnt know who she was more pissed at. The bear, for resisting her charms, or herself, for trying to be charming in the first place.
Shed admit that she never bothered working hard to get a guy interested, mostly because there were none who made her feel as if they were worth it. For those she did feel were worthy, shed put out signals that suggested she was interested in sex and most would respond in kind. Eventually theyd end up in bed together.
If it was good, Gwen would usually go back for a little more. If it wasnt, she wouldnt bother.
Her life was usually so simple. Now it was complicated because she didnt feel like she was going after this guy simply for sex.
Okay, she wouldnt lie and say she wasnt interested in having sex with him. Because, Christ! Was she interested. But there was more to it than that for both of them.
They ate their dinner at the dining table, but when it was time for dessert, Lock moved the table and coffee table out of the way and opened up the blinds. Removing their ice cream sundaes from the freezer, they sat on the floor, their backs against the couch, and stared out over the New York City skyline.
Do you ever miss Jersey? Gwen asked.
How can I? He gestured with a tilt of his head. Its right over there.
