Not Bad for an Amateur (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

had not had sex in almost four years.
    The last man she had sex with told her that although she was a great girl and all, he wanted a tall woman to be his wife. He wanted tall, beautiful children, not short kids that others picked on. Lily could have told him that her father had been six foot three, but if her height was Jason’s objection there must have been a lot more than he was telling her. He did marry a woman that was tall. She was also as African American as he was.
    His wife was beautiful and Jason adored her. Lily was invited to the wedding but had only shown up to the reception to drop a present and show the world that she was not bitter or anything like that. In fact she actually liked the woman.
    With the breakup and then the anemia problem, Lily had not bothered to try to start a relationship, and especially not now. She could see the scenario. “Oh, by the way, I hope you don’t have an objection to my being gone overnight when we have a full moon or two nights a month if we have a blue moon because I need to run wild and kill bunny rabbits and other peoples’ pets.” Yes indeed, that would be easy to explain. Not.
    Odd little conversations often filtered through her brain at different times. She had a few friends that no power on earth could force Lily to tell this secret to. Having to reassure her friends that she was housetrained and wouldn’t infest their homes with fleas or ticks just wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have.
    Lily knew what the problem actually was, she was lonely. For just over two years she had stayed single and kept contact with her friends to a minimum. Even the scent of perfume made her want to retch. How would she make it through an entire evening drinking and trolling for the perfect man? She had no inclination to find out. For all she knew alcohol might unleash her wolf as the scent of Mrs. Lee’s poodle did regularly. The poodle hated Lily and any other person in the yappy dog’s eyesight.
    Lily solved the disappearing-pet problem by learning to camp out in forests and more open places. She kept her gear packed in the trunk of her Mustang and learned the places to avoid and the ones that seemed safe.
    Four months after the run-in with Jim and his posse of merry wolfmen, Lily was running in the woods in northern Wisconsin. She ran up a hill and stopped dead in her tracks. Just down the hill behind a fallen log a man sat with a camera and a rifle. He was tracking something with the scope of the rifle. She looked in the direction and could make out four or five large wolves in the distance. There was no way for her to warn the wolves of the predator. She watched in horror as his finger tightened on the trigger of the rifle. The noise of the shot was loud in the trees. Lily looked to where the wolves had been and breathed a sigh of relief when the bullet only hit the dirt near one of the wolf’s paws.
    The man was cursing loudly, and in his frustration he continued to fire his weapon in the general direction of the pack of wolves that had scattered and disappeared from view. “Just one of you fuckers, I need only one of you to take into the lab. Come on, one of you murdering bastards, die.” When his finger continued to pull the trigger and no more shots came from the gun, he shouldered the weapon and picked up his camera and heavy backpack. “I had to have gotten one of them, I am sick and fucking tired of this damned woods.”
    The man began walking in the direction that he had been shooting. Lily followed. She had no idea what she could do if he discovered her, but she hoped if she ran into a wolf that they could mind speak or she could quickly transform into human to tell them and warn them about the man. From the way he was stumbling through the woods, she knew that the man was not an outdoorsman. He made enough noise to announce his presence with every step he took. Even if his clumsy steps didn’t give away his location, his scent certainly would. The man stank