Serengeti Sunrise: Serengeti Shifters, Book 4 Page 4

  Zoe released him, rocking back on her heels. She rubbed a thumb across her softly swollen lips and flashed him a bright, flirty smile. Breezy and casual, as if she hadn’t just sucked him off like a fucking Hoover Energizer Bunny.

  “Landon’s probably given himself a stroke by now,” she said as she rose gracefully to her feet. She turned away, wandering over to collect her shirt where it dangled from a fender and buckling her belt as she walked.

  Tyler’s brain came back online with a jolt, jarred by the easy conversation of the woman who’d just had his cock balls-deep in her mouth. It was disconcerting. He’d done casual sex before, but never with a woman who treated it so…casually.

  He tucked himself back into his jeans and refastened them, feeling inexplicably irritated by Zoe’s notable lack of pillow talk. She’d said no strings, hadn’t she? So why was her stringlessness so vexing?

  She pulled on her shirt, smoothing the soft, stretchy cotton over her flat stomach. “He’s probably dying to tear me a new one. God knows he’s been freaking out at the drop of a pin lately.”

  “He’s responsible for a lot of people,” Tyler grumbled as he crouched to grab his own shirt, untangling the twisted fabric. “You’d be stressed too.”

  She snorted. “That’s why you don’t throw yourself in the path of responsibility.”

  Tyler straightened, catching Zoe in the act of staring at his bare chest. He’d never thought of himself as vain, but the hungry little smile curving her lips stroked his ego.

  “Has anyone ever told you how mouthwatering you are?”

  Tyler considered lying just to feign modesty and continue the flirtation, but he was still annoyed enough to be truthful. “Yes.”

  Her eyebrows flew up and she laughed as she bent to scoop up her hat, smacking it against her thigh to dust it off. “Well, whoever she was, she had good taste.” She popped the hat on her head, angling it back. “Thanks for the preview, Tyler. Can’t wait to see what you can do when we have time for the feature presentation.”

  Tyler yanked his shirt on, stupidly bothered by her presumption that there would be a feature presentation, even though he knew there would be. Even frustrated with her I-got-what-I-wanted-from-you attitude, he still wanted her down to his bones. And as long as they kept it quiet…just between them…

  But how could they?

  Even if Kane hadn’t heard them, he had to know something was up. The most tactful of Tyler’s brothers, he wasn’t likely to say anything—certainly not to Landon—but how many people saw Kane shouting through the garage door? How many people had seen Tyler drive onto the ranch with Zoe in the passenger seat twenty minutes ago? How was he supposed to explain the delay? They needed to get their stories straight. They needed—

  “Relax, Tyler.” Zoe strolled over to stand inches in front of him, resting her hands on his sides. He couldn’t help thinking of the last place she’d put her hands, and his cock stirred. “Stop freaking yourself out. It’s just sex. No ball and chain. I promise.”

  The amusement in her eyes grated even more than her cavalier dismissal. “If Landon finds out—”

  “Then he finds out. Who the fuck cares? Cat shifters were horny even in Victorian times. It’s in our nature. People have sex without getting married all the time. You need to learn a little carpe diem, Tyler. There’s more to life than the shoulds.”

  “I think I just proved I have plenty of carpe diem.”

  “Oh? Was that you? I thought I was the one who jumped you.”

  “I have restraint, unlike some people. But, for the record, the jumping was mutual.”

  “You just keep telling yourself that, sugar. And let me know when you’re ready to seize something.” She ran her hands across his stomach, her eyes dark with invitation, then pivoted and strutted out the door, her gait liquid with satisfaction. The kind of walk that made sure anyone who saw her knew exactly what she’d been doing.

  Tyler cursed and followed his doom out the door to the Alpha’s place, hoping Landon didn’t have some kind of sex radar that could tell that Tyler had just had his cock in his sister’s mouth.

  Chapter Four

  Ava knew.

  Zoe sat at the large round table that took up half of Landon and Ava’s bungalow, convinced her sister-in-law had been shooting her funny looks ever since Tyler walked into the room. It probably didn’t help that Tyler refused to sit down and kept circling back to her like he needed to mark his territory.

  Ava had to know. She was too perceptive by half, though she was too diplomatic to say anything. Petite, gentle, malleable, Ava was all the things Zoe wasn’t. And tonight, for the first time, her sister-in-law’s quiet gaze was making her a little bit crazy. Zoe fidgeted guiltily, even though she didn’t have a damn thing to feel guilty for. Tyler’s paranoia must be contagious.

  She’d avoided getting too close to Landon and Ava, knowing Tyler’s scent would be all over her, but his behavior was effectively negating her attempts not to rub her sex life in her brother’s face.

  Luckily, Landon seemed oblivious to any suspicious undercurrents. He was too busy being pissed at her for trying to go into town without permission.

  “Goddammit, Zoe, are you even listening to me?”

  Not a bit. But she knew the gist. Obey me, blah blah blah. Think of the pride, blah blah blah.

  She met her brother’s eyes calmly. He may be the Big Bad Boss, but he hadn’t been able to intimidate her since she was ten. “Don’t you think I’m a little old to be called into the principal’s office, Landon?”

  “You aren’t independent anymore,” he roared. “Your actions affect more people than just you. Especially the stupid ones.”

  “The stupid people?” she asked with false sweetness, batting her lashes.

  “Zoe.” Her name was growled as a guttural reprimand, but it was Tyler’s voice checking her for her impudence, not Landon’s.

  Zoe stiffened. You give a guy head and suddenly he thinks he owns you.

  Ava shuttled a gaze back and forth between the two of them, a frown furrowing her brow.

  Zoe shoved down the urge to smack Tyler, hoping to avoid further attention from Ava, and focused on her irritation with her dictatorial brother. The same brother who had touted himself as different from all the other dictatorial Alphas. The distraction almost worked. She barely noticed Tyler prowling the room behind her, taking up too much space with his broad shoulders and bounce-a-penny-off-it ass.

  “I don’t suppose you’d care to explain why you felt the need to directly disobey my order to stay on ranch lands until things had quieted down.”

  Zoe shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “It was a stupid order.”

  “This is our home now, Zoe.” Landon’s voice was a rumbling growl, betraying how close his lion was to the surface. “You’ve made it very clear you don’t want to accept this pride as your own, but while you’re here, you’re a part of us. Protecting our family is never stupid.”

  “It is when we don’t even know what we’re protecting against.”

  “That’s no excuse for going behind my back,” Landon snarled. “You aren’t a nomad anymore, Zoe. Your actions affect all of us.”

  “So do yours, dumbass! You’re the Alpha. You can’t afford to be a reactionary dipshit, jumping at shadows and imagining the boogeyman around every corner.”

  Startled silence hung in the room.

  Zoe had made a point never to publicly defy Landon in the year since he’d been made Alpha. The last thing he needed was his own sister undermining his authority while he was trying to find his feet as the leader. But today the only people there to hear her little rebellion were his wife and Tyler, one of his staunchest supporters. She had no doubt where Tyler’s loyalty would fall in this fight. Not that she wanted his loyalty.

  “Watch yourself.” Landon swelled with an air of command, but Zoe didn’t play at subservience.

  A year of obedience and biting her tongue in public hadn’t sat well. It wasn’t in her nature
to keep quiet. It had only been a matter of time before she bucked his authority and asserted her independence. No time like the present. And it certainly didn’t hurt that she was still riding the hormone high of three mind-bending orgasms. She felt invincible.

  Zoe bared her teeth, feeling her fangs sharpen with the tingling pinch of a partial shift.

  “We don’t know what’s going on in town,” she growled. “We don’t know whether we need to be getting ready to fight or run. We can’t do damage control if we don’t know what the damage is. And no one is telling you to get your head out of your ass because you’re the fucking Alpha, and we’ve all been raised since birth to either fall in line with every damn thing the Alpha says or fight it out to take control from him, and no one wants to depose you because in all ways other than this you’ve actually been really good at this. Where’s your head, Landon? I know you aren’t this big an idiot, so why are you acting like one?” Zoe was leaning across the table as she challenged Landon. She twisted, turning her rant on Ava. “And why are you letting him? Aren’t you supposed to be the voice of reason around here?”

  “I— Caution seemed—” Ava broke off, blushing so guiltily Zoe knew instantly it was Little Miss Diplomacy who had suggested the ostrich approach to begin with. And of course Landon had gone along with it. Idiot men, getting led around by their dicks.

  “Leave her out of this,” Landon snarled, rising from his chair to loom over her, hackles high and teeth bared.

  Zoe reined in her own reckless snarl, not stupid enough to tweak her brother’s protectiveness toward his mate. “Landon, use your brain, I’m not going to touch Ava. I just want you to wake up.”

  “I am awake, but I refuse to jeopardize our home by poking a hornets’ nest.”

  “You don’t know it’s a hornets’ nest! You could be making everyone stir crazy and paranoid for nothing.”

  “I’d rather take that chance than risk the pride—”

  “She’s right.”

  Tyler’s voice, low and filled with calm certainty, cut across their shouts. He stood, literally at her back. Even knowing he was there, she was still startled to feel his hand grip her shoulder.

  Her hackles rose under his palm.

  This was his definition of no strings? This was how he kept things under the radar? By interfering? By butting his nose in and playing the big man like she wasn’t even capable of fighting her own battles?

  “Tyler?” Ava’s gaze lingered on the hand that felt like an anvil on her shoulder.

  Landon took a step closer, a growl rumbling up in his throat as he faced Tyler over Zoe’s head. “Are you challenging my authority?”

  “Landon,” Ava said, rising to her feet, her naturally husky voice calm and soothing, ready to diffuse the situation.

  But Zoe was closer and she didn’t do calm. She surged up to stand between Tyler and Landon—as much to shake off Tyler’s lead-weight hand as anything. She knocked her brother back a step with a jab. “Get a grip, Landon. No one’s challenging anyone.” She turned, shoving Tyler back with a hand to his chest. “Are you?”

  Warning and something more dangerous gleamed in Zoe’s amber eyes as she stared him down. Though she had no goddamn excuse for being so pissed at him. He had taken her side. Trust Zoe to take offense at that.

  Tyler had been on edge since they arrived at the Alpha’s bungalow. He felt like a live wire, stripped of all his usual controlled insulation. He tried to stay away from Zoe, to play things casually, but his lion kept urging him to protect her, to mark her—his animal side refused to understand that she didn’t belong to him. Every time Landon raised his voice to her, it was a battle not to snarl at the Alpha.

  But even through the haze of his own conflicting instincts, he knew nothing in the world could make him want Landon’s job.

  He took a deep breath and a step back. “No,” he said, continuing back as Landon stalked in the opposite direction, like prize fighters returning to their corners after a draw round. “I have no desire to be Alpha.”

  “See?” Zoe flung the word at Landon, doing nothing to lessen the aggression hanging thick in the air. “We’re all friends here, right?” she snarled.

  Ava went to her mate and fitted herself to his side, bringing Landon back to reason with a touch. She rested her head on his chest and the tension visibly eased from his shoulders. A part of Tyler envied the mated pair’s bond. His hands itched to smooth over Zoe’s back as she nestled against him, but that was just his lion’s misdirected instincts.

  “Everyone’s been on a hair trigger lately,” Ava spoke to Landon softly, “wondering when the shoe’s going to drop. Maybe Zoe has a point. It might be good to do a little reconnaissance.”

  “We can’t plan until we know,” Tyler agreed. He leaned against the far wall, arms folded across his chest as a reminder to keep his hands to himself. “Someone needs to go into town—cautiously, and with your knowledge, Landon—to see whether Michael’s incident has raised any alarms.”

  “Exactly,” Zoe said, mimicking Ava’s rational calm. “I’ll go into town—”

  “No.” The word jumped out of his mouth without his permission. Zoe shot him a look that would have killed a lesser man on the spot. “I’ll go with Caleb and Kane.”

  “I’m sorry, Tyler.” Zoe’s tone was sickening in its sweetness. “I didn’t realize you were the one making decisions. I thought that was Landon.”

  “I haven’t agreed to let anyone go.” Landon’s mild protest cut across Tyler’s standoff with Zoe.

  “But you will,” Zoe said without looking at her brother. “You won’t put your stubbornness ahead of the good of the pride. And the good of the pride means finding out what we’ve been missing in town. And you’re going to let me go, because you know I’m right. And I have more experience looking for threats than they do.” She waved toward Tyler, the gesture somehow encompassing all his brothers.

  “We have more experience handling threats,” Tyler insisted.

  Zoe’s spine snapped straight. “You did not just tell me I can’t handle threats.”

  “Zoe.” Landon’s voice stopped her before she could go for Tyler’s throat. “You’ll both go. As soon as possible.” A growl rippled up Tyler’s throat, instinctive rejection of any plan putting Zoe in harm’s way calling his lion to the surface, but Landon wasn’t done issuing orders. “And you’ll take Caleb and Shana with you.”

  “Shana’s insane,” Zoe grouched, but the complaint didn’t have much heat since she’d just gotten her way.

  “Shana goes. She can handle herself in a fight, she’s lived outside the pride, and if I try to send Caleb without her, we’ll have to lock her up to keep her from following. Just try not to kill one another until you’re back on pride land.”

  “No promises.”

  “Zoe.”

  “Fine. I’ll play nice.” Zoe snatched up the cowboy hat she’d left on the table and started toward the door. “I guess I’ll go tell the Bitch Queen the plan.”

  Tyler knew he should probably go along to referee that encounter, but he had more pressing matters—like keeping Zoe from throwing herself in front of every oncoming train. As Zoe strode to the door, shooting him one last glare he was sure he hadn’t earned, Tyler shoved away from the wall, stalking toward where his sister was still pressed up against the Alpha’s side. “Landon. A word?”

  Ava went up on her toes to kiss her mate and then slipped out of his arms. “I’ll just go make sure Zoe and Shana don’t kill one another.”

  Landon waited until the door shut behind Ava before he spoke, keeping his voice low even though both women should be well out of earshot. Shifter hearing was notoriously acute. “I don’t want to get in the middle of whatever is going on with you two.”

  “This isn’t about that. She doesn’t need to go into town. Caleb and I are more than capable—”

  “If Zoe wants to go into town, she’s going.” Landon shook his head ruefully. “I’ve never been able to control her, and I sugges
t you don’t try to.”

  Tyler grimaced, knowing he wouldn’t be able to take that advice. Landon might not be able to control her, but God knew Zoe could use a keeper. And Tyler knew just the man for the job. If Landon wouldn’t check her, he would. For her own good.

  Chapter Five

  “It’s too quiet.”

  “It’s a weekday.”

  “It’s still too quiet.” Zoe flicked a glance around the Bar Nothing—the seedy honky-tonk where the shit had first hit the fan. It looked like the kind of place well acquainted with shit.

  Shana had called dibs on investigating the town proper, hauling Caleb with her to do some shopping. Which stuck Zoe with the ass who thought he had the right to dictate her life just because she’d let him get to third base, trolling for clues at the high-class joint where Michael Minor had half-shifted defending his mate from a drunk. The Bar Nothing was filthy enough to be a health-code violation and probably a biohazard, smelled of beer and less savory things, and still managed to draw a crowd of hopeless hopefuls every weekend.

  Zoe dragged a fingernail through the grime coating the chipped wood bar. “I do not understand the appeal of this place.”

  Tyler shrugged, leaning one elbow against the bar at her side. She ignored the way his biceps flexed beneath his fresh shirt—she was too pissed at him to notice how mouthwatering he was right now. He’d been hulking over her protectively, shadowing her every move since they walked out of Landon’s place. And from the way he avoided looking at her, he was still pissy because he hadn’t been able to leave her home, chained to the stove.