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youngster. “Call me if anything unusual crops up. The restaurant will take care
of itself.” He’d hired a huge staff more than capable of running the kitchen
and dining room. “ You take care of the pups left here. No women, Watts,
do you understand?”
    “I got it, Cass.”
    “Get your ass back inside and stay there.” He pivoted and
grabbed Harlow’s hand. “Ready?”
    A grin split her face. “I’m always ready.” She leaned and
sniffed his neck. “For you.”
    The innuendo put a glint in Hatch’s brown eyes and Castle
stopped him in his tracks. “Say anything and I’ll chew your nuts off.” His
friend’s good-humored laughter made him feel better.
    Until he wondered at Harlow’s increased ability to smell.
    * * * * *
    Witnessing Castle with pack mates allowed Harlow to
understand why he was dominant. It was in the man’s as well as the animal’s
genes. Thank God she reaped the benefits. Last night he’d touched her just
right, took her to heights of eroticism she never thought possible. She hoped
she gave him a similar experience. She had no plans for the weekend; therefore,
when he asked her to accompany him to Joshua Tree today she had jumped at the
chance of more time in his company.
    He proffered a helmet and Harlow declined as she climbed
behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She wanted to feel the wind
in her hair and she trusted him to keep her safe. Hatch had taken the lead from
the Valley and as they wound up the highway toward Palmdale, she rested her
head on Cass’s back. Talking was out of the question with all the wind and
traffic. She contented herself with touching him all over, his nipples, his
cock, everywhere she could put her hands.
    He reached back and drew her head close. “Keep it up I’ll
pull over and fuck that ass.”
    Harlow wondered if he meant it so she continued her playful
exploration.
    He sped up beside Hatch and yelled, “I’ll catch up.” Her
heart rate elevated when he swerved into a service station full of
eighteen-wheelers. Dismounting, he pulled her in his wake. They reached the
store and he walked up and down a few aisles, tugging her along. Finally he
picked up a travel-size bottle of baby oil. “Go pay for this.” He pushed a few
dollars in her hand and leaned against the display. “And hurry.”
    Her heart thumped as she walked to the counter. A few people
peered at her strangely when she assured the man behind the counter baby oil
was all she wanted.
    “Need it in a bag?”
    “Yes.” Grabbing her change, she rushed back to where Cass
waited. “Here.” She dropped the package in his hand. Her stomach fluttered as
she watched him take it from the bag.
    Dragging Harlow through the store and out the back door, he
shoved her against the rear end of the first tractor-trailer they passed. He
unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. “I told you not to fuck with
me.” He jammed a hand in her pants and played with her clit until her knees
buckled. “Turn around.” She pivoted so quickly she lost her balance in the
gravel, but Cass caught her. “Careful, wouldn’t want to bruise your sweet ass.”
He yanked her jeans over her behind and caressed her buttocks.
    “Oh God.”
    “Say my name, darlin’.”
    “Castle. Please, Cass.”
    She heard him flip the lid open and felt warm oil dribble
down the crack of her butt. “Christ, I like your ass.” A slippery finger
explored her crease. “Please what?” He spread her cheeks with his thumb and
fingers.
    Breath hitched in her throat when the tip of his cock
pressed against the tiny rosette hidden there. “Cass…”
    “You can talk.”
    “I’ve never…”
    “Aww hell, Harlow.” He lifted and twisted her around to face
him. “Guess we’ll save this for a more appropriate time, but I’m fucking your
pussy right here in the parking lot.” He let the tiny plastic bottle slip to
the ground and gripped his dick. Slowly he eased it through her labia.
    “What if someone