Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Minnie woke up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls, her favorite. She felt perfectly sore and sated. Smiling at the memory of the bedroom gymnastics, she stood and ambled over to the tiny bathroom.
Her Wolf hearing was good, but she could barely make out the murmurs of Nicholas talking on his phone as she hurried through a shower and rummaged through his closet for something to wear.
She chose a pair of compression leggings—the kind joggers wore in the cold—and a long-sleeved t-shirt, foregoing underthings which were not handy at the moment.
“Morning,” she murmured, walking into the tiny kitchen, and trying not to gawk at the picture he made in a pair of loose sweatpants.
He spun around, abs on point, and grinned at her, nodding over to where a plate of warm cinnamon buns sat with an extra-large coffee that smelled heavenly. Minnie growled in approval as she sipped. One cream, no sugar—how did he know?
Choosing to ignore his amazing sense of intuition, she bit into one of the glazed pecan cinnamon rolls and almost died on the spot. Was it possible to orgasm from pastry? Maybe not. But when her sexy AF lover ambled over and licked a glob of sugary goo from the corner of her mouth, stealing a kiss or two along the way, Minnie sure a shit almost came, and hard.
Fuuckk.
Nicky boy was one hunk of burning love in the AM, and she was all kinds of approving.
Keep it light, Minerva, she scolded herself, but it was no good. He was giving orders to someone—his foreman, maybe. Damn, he was sexy with those silver eyes gleaming in the December sun shining in from the RV’s smallish kitchen windows.
“Rip it all out. I don’t give a fuck, make it happen, River. Today,” he snapped, ending the call with a huff as he dropped the phone back on the counter.
“River?” she asked, watching the big man’s gaze focus on her with unerring efficiency. “River Daye?”
“You know him? Well, you would, I suppose, he is a Wolf⁠—”
“Wow. So, what you think like all Wolves know each other?”
Minnie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from revealing the game too soon. The gruff mystery Shifter was too dang adorable, standing there with a look of abject horror on his sexy AF face.
Holy hotness was his cute, she thought with a growl in her throat as she approached. She did not know how he would dig himself out of his faux pas with words, but it was fun watching his face turn a ruddy color as he sucked in a breath.
“Look, of course I do not think that. I only meant⁠—”
Too late. She cracked. Giggling, she touched his skin, helpless to do otherwise. He growled softly, nostrils flaring gently as she stepped right into his space.
“Shhh,” she murmured.
Electricity sizzled between them, and Minnie pressed her mouth against his, stroking along the seam of his lips without her tongue until he allowed her entry. It was the best kind of high, being wrapped up in his arms and giving into her need to rub herself against his deliciously hard body. Fuck, this was going to be a problem. The man was addictive and so utterly masculine, he made her want to swoon.
Minnie was not the swooning type. A Werewolf rarely ever was, but there was something so heavy about him. Nicholas had a natural dominance that made her she-Wolf want to pant and rub her fur all over his body to bathe him in her scent.
Mmm. So good.
His face had paled so fast with her teasing, it would have been funny to drag it out, but something stopped her. It was ridiculous. Minerva was known for her ball-busting pranks, but she did not feel like yanking his chain. Right now, she wanted a little morning nooky, and maybe some cuddles afterwards, and this she-Wolf was not too proud to take them.
“What are you doing to me, minx?” he growled against her lips, cupping the back of her head as he pulled her in harder.
“Whatever you want me to,” she replied, tugging his lower lip with her teeth and pushing him down into a nearby chair.
Minnie did not have any hangups over sex. She was a physical being, and this was damn good fun if she ever saw it. A few shrugs and pulls, and she was astride him, burying his thick, long length all the way inside her soaked pussy. Even ready for him as she was, the man was so big, he stretched her to the limit.
“Feels so good,” she moaned, arms wrapped around his neck as she rocked her hips, sucking him deep into her core.
After another shower and redressing in more borrowed clothes, the two of them took off for Minnie’s house. She was surprised as they made their way across the sandy lot of his construction site, littered with clumps of snow, over to her house that there was a crew already hard at work.
“When did you do this?” she asked, shocked at what she was seeing.
A familiar face in the distance had her grinning and with no explanation, Minnie took off like a rocket, tackling a blast from her past into the compact sand and gravel driveway.
“Goddammit, Minnie!” River Daye yelled, groaning as he tried to pick himself up off the floor.
She was still giggling and had his legs tangled between hers. One move and he was on the ground again, spitting out a mouthful of rocks.
The sound of something angry and growling reached Minnie’s ears, and she turned to see Nicholas baring down on them, eyes glowing a fantastic shade of orange as he hauled her off the ground and placed himself in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, truly confused, but Nick was snarling at River, who was wisely averting his gaze from the huge man.
“Hey boss, that was all Minnie. I did not touch her—wait a second? You and her? You two? Oh shit. Sunny is gonna flip!” River exclaimed and clapped his hands.
“What the hell are you talking about? What are you even doing here, River?”
“Oh, well, I work for Graystone Builders now,” he hedged, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Nick? How do you know Sunny? And stop all that damn growling. What the hell kind of Shifter are you?” she asked while the two men exchanged strange looks.
“How long till she can move in?” Nick asked, ignoring Minnie’s questions.
“Tonight. I got a plumber fixing the pipes and the electricity and gas and water companies have all been alerted this place is going to be in use again,” River said.
Well, that was nice. She hadn’t expected Nicholas to put so much money into making the space livable for her. Biting her lip, she waited for the men to include her, but they were going on and on about some construction-y shit she could not follow.
“Will someone talk to me?” Minnie stomped her feet angrily, hands on her hips as she stared at the two big idiots.
Nick glanced at her, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised, and she barely contained her responding growl. The stupid, big, sexy man thought he could just ignore her, did he? He turned his head back to River and Minnie bent down and grabbed some dirty snow from the ground. She formed a ball and whacked him right upside his head.
Take that!
But the damn man merely wiped it off and kept right on talking to River. She growled and bent down again, making a bigger, sloppier snowball this time. When Minnie hurled it, Nicholas simply dodged his head. She didn’t even shake his concentration with that one.
Grrrr.
“Give me a rundown, River,” Nick said, crossing his arms and making the dark blue sweater he wore strain against his muscles.
Minnie exhaled sharply. She should not be so observant. Who cared if he was ripped? She was a Wolf, for fuck’s sake. Most of the males she knew were devastatingly gorgeous and had muscles on their muscles.
But there was just something more about him. Nicholas was more than just six and a half feet of pure iron and sex appeal. He was sharp as a tack, funny, and powerful. Plus, he had damn near fucked her stupid and made her orgasm more in the last twelve hours than anyone else ever had.
“What about the rodents and cats?”
“Well, I took care of that, um, personally,” River hedged, and the rapid rubbing of his neck increased.
“I see. Is that why it smells like Wolf piss?” Nicholas snarled.
“Well, Nick, sir, I mean, boss, er⁠—”
The man’s chest was getting all rumbly and, damn, Minnie felt that delicious purr zoom straight through to her core. Eek. He was jealous! But poor River, who was like a brother to her, should not bear the brunt of this surprising emotion.
“Thanks, Riv. Best way to get rid of unwanted pests, Nicky—Wolf piss.” She affirmed with a nod of her head.
“See? She knows what I was doing.” River’s relief was evident, but Nicholas still did not seem all that happy about it.
“Grrrrrrrrrr,” he stepped closer to the Wolf, eyes blazing and almost causing him to kneel under the pressure of his rage.
“Hey! I said he is right, Nicky. Now back off,” she mumbled, pressing her hand to the man’s impossibly buff chest.
Fuck. Did his muscles grow in the ten minutes since the last time she’d touched him? Lucky her.
Minnie huffed out a breath and stepped away, crossing her arms as she pretended interest in what the crew was doing. The other guys and one gal were not paying their odd little trio any mind.
Good.
She hated complications of any kind, and she also hated witnesses—and not necessarily in that order. Her reaction to seeing Nick’s rage was definitely not easily explained. Protective instincts she did not even know she had rose immediately, and all she could think about was soothing him.
What the actual fuck?
She should not give two shits about Nicholas’ feelings, or River’s, for that matter. That Wolf was like the little brother she had never wanted, and Minnie already had some of those.
“Minerva, are you okay with muted colors for now?” Nicholas asked her, and she nodded absently.
Great. I finally found the perfect body to fuck me silly, and here I am getting caught up in the f word—feelings. Gross.
“Okay, muted it is, boss. So, we gutted the bedrooms first, and the studio. Installed all new flooring, put in two new toilets. The bones of this place were perfect. We had to take out some sheetrock, but it’s all been replaced and primed. I know you said it needed to be livable immediately, so we sacrificed style for functionality, but anything she wants later can be added or changed.”
“Good,” Nick replied.
“Okay, Good. Uh, later Minnie, I gotta get back inside—” River ended abruptly and raced back to the crew.
“It’s going to need a few hours before you can go in,” Nick grumbled.
“What do we do until then?” she asked, eyebrow raised innocently.
Oh, the possibilities.