Dawg Town: Puppy Dawg
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by Camille Anthony
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: Puppy. Quentin Mosely hates his nickname. He might be the youngest member of the Dawg motorcycle gang, but he's a grown male, one who's thinking about mating. Unfortunately, the female his tail is wagging for is the new librarian, and a human. Knowing a human/shifter relationship rarely succeeds, Quentin spends his days gazing hopelessly through the library windows at the luscious black woman. Carly. Carlisle Brothers has the hots for teacher--even if he is ten years her junior! She's moved to Barkus, Kansas--the absolute middle of nowhere--chasing peace and finds it in this back-of-beyond town. It's a slice of heaven... or it would be, if not for being overrun with prairie dogs. Still, she'd gladly put up with the little rodents if that sexy schoolteacher Quentin Mosely would teach her the ABC's of love. Unfortunately, she's an old-fashioned kind of gal, uncomfortable with making the first move--especially on a younger man. That's up to him. It'll take a determined matchmaker, a summer storm, a missing baby, a huge misunderstanding and a sheriff with handcuffs to set these two stumbling lovers on the path to each other.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: October 2009
29 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [43 KB]
Reading time: 22-31 min.
A night in jail wasn't Carly's ideal for her first date with Quentin Mosely, but she couldn't help laughing over how it all happened.
"What's so funny?"
The steely arm snaking around her ample middle to tug her against a broad chest stilled her giggles. His chest hair rasped across her nipples and she shivered, growing wet again. Quentin buried his nose in her collarbone, nuzzling the skin under her tucked chin, deliberately raking her with his morning whiskers.
"This whole situation. Admit it, Quen! Your sister Reba played you like a violin."
"She played us both, but I like the results too much to be angry. I waffled so much about approaching you, she must have thought I was a Weeble."
She drew back, brows bunching in puzzlement. "A who?"
Quentin's laughter softened the sharp cast of his features. "You know ... Weebles wobble but they don't fall down. No?" he asked when her blank face must have told him how very far in the forest he'd left her. He shrugged. "They're rocking toy figures I used to play with. I forget you haven't been around kids much."
The unwelcome reminder wiped out Carly's laughter. "Can't freaking see how I could've forgotten I'm so much older than you."
Unbelievable as it sounded, Quentin was a prairie dog shifter, capable of changing from furry rodent to man at will. She'd watched him do it. She, on the other hand, was unadulterated human, and ten years his senior. She'd seen how much Quentin loved children ... How could she burden him with a woman not only older, but barren?
His skillful lovemaking had made her forget her concerns last night, but this morning was a different matter. "Quen--"
His hand covered her mouth, stopped her words. "Don't tell me you can't have children and that should bother me, or that we can't be together because of a little age difference."
She removed his hand, dropped a kiss in his palm. "I will and I can't. Those are immutable facts."
Quentin sighed. "You're a disobedient woman. Add that to your facts. Carly, I love you. I'm sorry you can't bear children. I know you want them. We prairie dogs are among the most prolific animals on the planet. We have scores of pups and everyone treats the babies as common property. You'll be overrun with our nieces and nephews. When you decide you want one of your own, we can adopt."
Quentin went up on his knees, framed her face with his hands. His black eyes, gleaming with an emotion she hoped to her depths was love, met hers. "Carly Brothers, I don't just love who you are now, I love the you you'll become. We prairie dogs respect age and wisdom. When you reach the winter of your years, I'll still be there to cuddle with you and keep you warm. I'll never walk away from us, but what about you?"
"You're all I want, but what do you want?"
Carly threw her arms around Quentin. "That's simple. You. I love you."
"Now, yes, but what if you grow to resent me? You're bright and ambitious, but you can't advance your career by staying in Barkus. I left once. The outside world was horrible. I saw things..." Quentin shook his head. "I'm different. I can't stay human when I've used too much energy. In Barkus, that doesn't matter much. Can you live with that?"
"Oh, Quentin..." She tightened her arms around him, but again avoiding her answer, he closed her mouth by kissing her. Keeping their mouths merged, he took her down to the narrow mattress, pushing her legs apart and reclaiming the space he'd made his their first time.
Carly growled her encouragement. His eagerness was endearing. And exciting. "You gonna fuck me, baby?"