Wolf Line: Granite Lake Wolves, Book 5 - Weebly

her off guard and covered her mouth with his.
She was having an out-of-body experience.
Watching from a foot or two over the hall as
their lips meshed. He ground against her, their
hips damn close to merging through osmosis.
He was buff and tan and surfer-dude
gorgeous. Until an hour ago she’d been
completely on board with having him in her
bed every night, all cruise long.
Now? The loudest thing running through
her brain was gag. The only sections of her
mental synapses fully engaged were curiously
pondering what Mark was doing. And then
there was the question of whether the first time
they did it, would they even make it to a bed?
Hmmm. If this was Mark right now across from
her, she’d grab his hips and—
“Ahem.”
Light appeared as they were interrupted for
a second time. Chad retreated a couple inches
to stare to their left at—oh damn—it was Mark.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, but if you
don’t mind?” He brushed a hand through his