The Last Wolf: A Highplains Shifter Erotic Romance (Wolf Fire Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

said: very sensible idea, just the thing for narrow tracks and not: Oh gosh, oh my, oh golly! I’ve never been on a motorbike before . I pulled my long skirt up high and climbed onto the saddle behind him.
    “Just hold on tight to me and you’ll be fine.” Said Hakan reassuringly.
    The ride was intense, incredible really, pressed against Hakan’s back I felt like some bad-ass biker chick from Easy Rider , a million miles away from the timid Hope Richardson who couldn’t even muster up the courage to introduce herself to her new neighbours. Just being in the presence of this powerful man seemed to do something new to me, though of course the throbbing engine between my legs probably had something to do with that as well. I spent the whole ride in a state of semi-rapturous ecstasy, not wanting it to end, but at the same time hoping that I would find myself face-to-face with Hakan again so that we could repeat the magical kiss from two nights before. We travelled for hours, I finally realised just how big farms were in this part of the world, when someone says they’re heading out to the other side of the ranch they really are not messing about.
    Eventually we reached our destination and I was slightly disappointed to see a heap of tools and fence posts waiting for us. I had half imagined that instead there would be an opulent cashmere blanket spread in the shade of a tree, maybe with a bottle of champagne chilling nearby. I realised that for the whole ride I had been hoping that Hakan had bought me out here so he could have his way with me, so he could continue my education in the grown up subjects of lust and desire.
    We worked hard under the hot sun, Hakan stripped down to his waist and hammered the poles in with a huge double handed sledgehammer. My job was to crouch down, hold the poles and hope that my ogling of his body was not too obvious. At first I was terrified that he would slip and send the weight of his huge hammer through my head. But it soon became apparent that my fears were unfounded - Hakan was as sure and true with the tool as if he had been born with it in his hands. I relaxed and allowed myself to drink in the sight of the big muscular man working under the hot sun, his muscles rippling, sweat dripping onto the ground.
    We worked for hours, eventually Hakan stopped and looked at me. He gave a broad wolfish grin and said: “I think you’ve been in the sun too long.”
    “Oh no!” I said, I couldn’t believe it. “Am I bright red? Do I look ridiculous?”
    “No,” he said. “You look lovely, you just have a tiny pink tinge in your skin. It suits you, you look more like a country girl.” I bit my tongue, not wanting to say that if you had asked me a few days ago I would have said that one of the things I’d least like to resemble in all the world was a country girl.
    “Well if I’m red now than I’m going to look like a beetroot by the time we get back to the camp. Oh this is just what I need.” I said, realising as I talked that I was probably sounding like a spoilt little city girl.
    “Relax,” he laughed. “I know a remedy.” He walked over to a stand of scrubby cactus and pulled a few leaves. To my horror he then spat on them and started pounding them together with a rock, bashing away until they had formed a rough paste. “This is an ancient remedy from round these parts to protect skin from the sun.” He said walking towards me with the mushy green gunk all over his hands. Now I’m all in favour of natural remedies, but I had the feeling that this was taking things a bit too far.
    “Or,” he said, pausing in front of me with his hand held out, “I think I’ve got some sun block on the bike.”
    “Sun block please.” I said.
    After rummaging around in the saddlebags of his bike he advanced on me while squirting a small amount of lotion onto his palm. I knew I should have told him that I was more than capable of putting on a little sunblock by myself, but for some reason I