Page 35 of Dominion

Damn. The blowjob hadn’t lessened his blue balls even by a measure. Water streamed over his heated body, cooling his skin but not the inner burn. His cock barely deflated. He jerked the shower curtain open when he finished and stalked past Ashley, who was coming into the bathroom, blushing.

He was an asshole. He didn’t even know how to be nice to a woman, especially not one he wanted to fuck six ways to Friday or Sunday, or whatever the saying was. He heard the shower start up and ignored his cock’s eager idea to rush back and join her.

The sound of her phone ringing jerked him out of his lustful haze. He dived for her purse and pulled it out, then jogged to the bathroom. Turning off the water in the shower, he thrust the phone at her.

She grabbed it, her eyes wide and frightened. “H-hello?”

He heard the electronic voice clearly, his hearing far more sensitive than a human’s. “Midnight, downtown Greyhound bus terminal parking lot.”

“Oka—”

The line went dead before she’d spoken. He didn’t know how it worked for Zolla, but if he needed a certain length of time for the call to go on, they’d failed.

Ashley’s dripping hand shook as she handed him the phone back, her face pale.

He wanted to tell her everything would be all right, but he wasn’t sure he believed it, and he’d never been one to lie. He just gave her a curt nod and closed the shower curtain.

Ashley picked at her food.Even the toast seemed too heavy for her nervous belly. Ben’s friend Zolla hadn’t been able to pinpoint the location of the call, so they were no closer to getting Melissa than the night before. Ben sat in silence, his plate already clean, watching her with his brooding gaze. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was angry with her, but by now, she was used to his scowls and dark looks. Whatever it was that went on in that brain of his, whatever his mysterious thoughts, she was fairly certain he liked her. Which didn’t mean she felt any safer or more confident with him.

She didn’t know why he hadn’t had sex with her, or why he seemed almost disgruntled about the blowjob she’d given him, but she had noticed that despite his orgasm, his flag had still been flying at full mast. Maybe sex was different for shifters.

“Do you think she’s okay?” she asked.

He pursed his lips. “I don’t know what to think. I know it’s a good thing they still seem to want my laptop. I guess we’d better figure out why.”

He lifted his palm in greeting and she twisted to see his friend Zolla walking through the diner toward them. She slid over to make room for him in their booth and Ben immediately shook his head.

Zolla seemed to understand. He held out his palm in a gentlemanly gesture. “I’m sure you prefer to sit with Ben,” he said.

Her gaze flicked from one wolf to the other, and then she shrugged and scooted out of her side, sliding in next to Ben.

“So you were saying we need to figure out why they want your laptop,” Zolla said.

“How could you possibly have heard that from way across the diner?” she asked, thinking he must read lips or something.

Zolla smirked. “Wolf ears. All the better to hear you with.”

She laughed and Ben looked at her askance, as if she shouldn’t be laughing at another man’s jokes.

A waitress came by and Zolla ordered a coffee.

“So what’s on the laptop?”

Ben shrugged. “It’s my access point to everything, but I don’t store anything of importance on it. I’m thinking they could be after all my passwords? Could a hacker get that info from my computer?”

Zolla nodded. “Yes. I set up the initial security for your brother’s system. I made it so it was un-hackable from the outside. If things are still the same, then yes, your laptop and only your laptop would provide them what they need to get in.” He looked grim. “Not even Jack had universal access, although he asked me for it more than once.”

“He asked me for it, too,” Ben muttered.

Zolla gave him a sharp look and Ben cocked his head by a fraction of an inch. “It’s possible,” Ben said.

“That Jack is behind this?” she asked, trying to understand the unspoken conversation.

Ben gave a single nod.

“What did you find out from the license plate?”

“Registered to a Dan Walker. Typical thug—several misdemeanors, one felony for car theft. Probably not the mastermind behind this, but a hired goon.” Zolla slid a piece of paper across the table. “Here’s his address, although I doubt you’ll find him there.”