Chelsey held the cell phone between her ear and shoulder. "Yes, Mom, I'm eating healthier now. You and Dad don't have to worry about that. Brock's been making sure of that. I'm gaining weight faster than I did my freshman year and Brock here claims it's sexy."

"Sounds like you've got yourself a good man. I can't wait to meet him."

Brock came up behind as she stood at the counter kneading some dough in preparation of dinner and kissed her temple. He smelled of fresh pine soap. She took a peek behind her and almost swooned at the sight of him wrapped in nothing but a towel. His skin was still glistening with water droplets from the shower. His hair was damp and slicked back. With one hand on the handset, she tugged at the towel, revealing the sizable package she'd been craving all afternoon during her class lectures.

She bit her lip and held back a gasp as he pressed his body against hers and bent his lips low to tease and sensitive skin above her collarbone.

"Tell her I can't wait to meet her either," he whispered.

"He says he can't wait either, Mom."

"I'll have time to brush up on my cooking skills before you guys get here. It's been so long since I prepared a dinner," she said.

"That's okay--"

Chelsey was cut off the moment Brock slipped his hands under her skirt. He pulled her firmly against his hardness. His mouth never left her skin. His breath fanned across her neck. He left heated trails along the column of her throat as he kissed and caressed her there.

"What was that? You sound a little breathless. Make sure you're not overworking yourself either," her mom said.

"I'm fine," Chelsey breathed. "I'm not overworked at all."

Brock's eager fingers flittered across her hip. She caught his hand and held it before he got her too worked up.

She covered the receiver and told him, "Give me a minute and we'll finish this."

"Will be ready when you are," he said in a low, husky voice and then sat at the kitchen table with erection on full blast and all.

"Is that Brock?" her mom asked.

"Yes, we're having an early dinner," Chelsey replied.

"I'm impressed that he moved out there just so he could be with you while you finished college. All and all, I'm glad you don't have to do this alone."

"That definitely makes things less stressful for everyone. Looks like we'll be back in town just in time for Halloween. I hope you brought some chocolate back with you from Germany."

"As a matter of fact, I did," she said. "But come home soon before your dad eats them all. I think he's gone through a box of them already."

"Tell him to lay off my sweets," she joked. On a more serious note, she asked, "How are you two?"

"We're getting along for now," she said. "I guess I have you to thank for that. After hearing how happy you are with Brock, we thought we could use some positive energy between us. Especially now that we'll be grandparents next year."

"I'm so happy for you two. So Dad's been getting adjusted to that notion without fuss then, right?"

"He's very happy about becoming a grandfather. He had a meeting with that other shifter you were telling me about. The leader. The Alpha. David? Daniel?"

"Dane."

"Yes, that's it. They're talking about doing something similar to what he did for the wolf packs in our hometown."

"So, I've heard," Chelsey said, turning back around to steal a glance at Brock who was still sitting naked at the kitchen table snacking on a few pieces of the raw veggies she'd used to make the salad.

"You know what, Chelsey. I'm going to let you two lovebirds go. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know how I did with my job interview at Tellevue County Library.”

"Good luck, Mom, but I know you've got this one in the bag."

"Take care."

"Your mom sounds nice," Brock said after she disconnected the call.

"You were listening, weren't you?"

"I couldn't help it," he said. "My sense of hearing isn't average by any means."

She walked toward him. "You know what else isn't average…?"

"What's that?"

He grasped her about the thighs, slid his hands upward, lifted her dress and revealed that she wore no panties. She pressed her lips down to his and straddled his lap. She was already wet and ready for him and she took him with ease. He groaned his pleasure.

"I think you know," she said, pushing herself down to the hilt over him until she was filled completely.

"Does this please you?" he asked, gripping her about the hips and directing her pussy up and down over his steely shaft.

"Yes," she moaned.

"That's perfect, Princess. You're so fucking perfect for me," he groaned, resting his head against her breasts before lapping at her nipple with his tongue.

In the privacy of their home, and where no one could ridicule or interrupt them, they made love. If this moment was any indication of what her future would hold, she was the luckiest woman alive.