The Bigger They Are… (Lovers on the Fringe, Book Two) Read Online Free

which was not because he didn’t want to share her.
    And yeah, that was a total lie.
    He got into the Tahoe he kept in his cousin’s garage when he wasn’t on this continent then drove up to her car. He gave her a stupid little wave and a grin he hoped wasn’t too eager then pulled forward so she had enough room to execute a perfect three-point turn in her sensible little sedan.
    She didn’t crowd him as he wound through several small back roads before he turned onto the main road that lead out of the park and finally to the two-lane country highway back to town.
    It took almost a half hour to get back to town, a drive that normally only took fifteen minutes, and that was only if you got behind an eighteen-wheeler doing the speed limit.
    Since there was only one bed-and-breakfast in the small town of Bailey Falls, he knew where she was staying.
    And, gee, what a coincidence. That’s where he was headed too. The cabin he rented was owned by the same couple who ran the bed-and-breakfast.
    How convenient was that?
    After they’d parked in the lot, he hustled out of the truck so he could open her door for her and watch her slide out of the car.
    Damn good call.
    Long legs emerged first, encased in formfitting denim that he wanted to pet. Followed by a totally hot set of tits that’d do an all-natural porn star proud. At least a C-cup, if not a D. Damn nice rack.
    He wanted to bend down and rub his five o’ clock shadow all over them. First he’d pull off that well-worn t-shirt that had some obscure college symbol on it.
    Wait, was that…
    He started to smile.
    Starfleet Academy. Her shirt bore a wickedly artistic symbol that only made sense if you knew what you were looking at.
    And since he happened to be a fan, her hotness factor had just gone up about a thousand points.
    “Classic or Next Gen?”
    Pleased surprise flared in her eyes before she returned his smile. “Classic, of course. And DS9 had more depth than Next Gen , though Picard still rules.”
    “A woman after my own heart. Kirk was a Neanderthal compared to Picard. The prime directive was more a guideline with James Tiberius than an actual directive.”
    As they started to walk toward the inn’s front door, he realized he’d never gotten her name.
    “I’m Andy, by the way.”
    He stopped at the bottom of the stairs as she climbed to the porch. When she turned to face him, her eyes were almost on level with his.
    In the warm, dim glow of the porch light, he saw just how beautiful they were. Golden brown, almost amber.
    “Jenna.” She held out her hand and he wanted to grab it and lay it on his chest. Preferably while he was naked.
    Then he’d move it lower. Slide it down his stomach. Wrap those slim fingers around his dick and show her how he wanted her to touch him.
    She must have seen something of what he was thinking on his face, because those beautiful eyes widened again and, when he took her hand, her fingers tightened around his convulsively before releasing him. He didn’t want to let her go and had to force himself to do it.
    And he definitely wasn’t ready to say good night before she took herself off to her bed and he trudged, brokenhearted, to his own. Alone.
    “Hey, you wanna get a drink? I know Matt and Birdie have a bar in the lounge for the guests to use. We could,” make out, get naked, have sex , “talk for a little while.”
    She blinked. “You know the owners?”
    Well, yeah, he did. He’d been renting a cabin from them for years. The mated mountain lion shifters had inherited the property from Matt’s parents several years ago.
    Frankly, Andy was shocked that they’d rented a room to a Normal, given that their clientele was almost exclusively Fringe.
    Now he really wanted to know what this woman was doing here.
    He shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Yeah, I’ve been coming here for years. I like…” roaming the forest and scaring the bejesus out of the occasional hiker “hiking around here.”
    Her head cocked