Wolf Soul

Part 7

Brier smiled for a moment, having been on some slim fitting gray khaki pants with a white summer blouse over her white tank top and just a pair of old sneakers having seen better days. The pack had taken a good long morning run in the pure joy of just being a wolf and a pack.

More so, Brier had looked up this Conner she had spoken too and her eyebrows had twitched a little in earnest at the fine male that smiled coyly at the camera with scents in his eyes of the unknown. "Seems hand work pays off more than in money I think..." she had thought, licking her lips in the photo of this man candy she was to meet.

Pulling up, her jeep whined a little in the remainder of its belt needed to be replaced as the Luna only winced in her sensitive ears picking up more than that. Coming to park the jeep, she turned it off in patting the steering wheel with a little love in leaning her upper down to it.

"Give me one more week Rosa! I'll get your new belt and a full on cleaning! Just one more week sweet thing!" She said, once more patting the wheel lovely.

Humming a bad off tune Taylor Swift song, the woman stepped out and took in the air of the late morning of the downtown of Bicker. Scents of sausage being cooked for the last minute breakfast, bread freshly pulled out to cool close to a window, a skunk had passed by the night before made her nose wrinkle. Then some other scent all of them dulled and woody and all very male hit her senses.

He was talking at her, a little on the small side at 5'11 she might say from this distance. Just he moved with powerful strides as his dirty jeans clung to his sharp muscle legs. His chest was flat on the black shirt with a few paint stains kissed it all over his chest in seeing the outline of his pecs in his movements and it clung to his lower stomach. This boy had no fat on that lean body. Conner's neck also was long, graceful maybe in made to his body with framed to his lean shoulders that showed he was the hard worker.

"Swimmers built?" She thought, her eyes eating away this little show of a treat and feeling a pull in her lower stomach in just watching him walk.

Supple might be the way to describe his lips, begging to be kissed and licked. He had sharp cheekbones with a bit of a hawkish nose, and she made out the faint laugh lines that were more of a smiler. Black hair was cut short, leaving only a whisper of bangs to cover his forehead and heavy black brows that lay sharp and thick over his blue eyes. And to what eyes to bless this man! Blue and nearly unreal almost with his dark hair and brows and man, those long eyelashes only seemed to make his eyes sharper in when he looked at the world. Those eyes held whispers in them, a hidden pain she wanted to be the one to drive away when he looked right at her.

"Miss Hays?"

Goddess! His voice was dark chocolate, baritone and deep as a jazz musician playing bass. Brier let her mind and female sense just sink into his tone, wondering how he might sound in making pleasure noises if they.....

"Miss. Hays?"

Her mind broke, Conner had seen her eyes glaze over if lost in some daydream. Turning red, she blinked and coughed in the shock of what her mind had done to her and just seeing this man now looking quizzed at her with a smirk to light smile trying to show on his lips and a left brow raised in also in the question. Leaning forward, she felt the heat of his body and was eye level to see his shirt shift over his finely tuned body. Which was helping her anymore in her mindset?

"Are you alright?" he asked, worry lacing his voice a bit and showing concern in the ocean depths of his eyes.

"Yeah! I'm so sorry! I just think my allergy meds just hit me!" Brier squeaked out, rubbing the back of her neck in hoping her lie would hold.