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"I can't believe I'm actually seeing this." Anna was giggling as she washed the car panels next to me. "You actually wore a bikini, where have you been hiding that body, woooo hot mamma." She was enjoying hollering out her embarrassing comments way too much. She squeezed her lips together before letting loose a wolf-whistle, sliding her eyes over my body in a mocking ‘check-out’ move. "Girl, you could turn a gay man straight and a straight woman gay," she finished up her slightly disturbing explosion of compliments.
I flicked the hose at her briefly, a crimson blush staining my cheeks at her words. This is why I never wear a bikini in public. Anna let out a hysterical bout of laughter before I thought to myself, stuff this, and turned the full force of the hose's jet spray on her, unwavering as she coughed and spluttered through her continued giggles. Drenched, from head to toe in seconds, she let out an ear-piercing shriek.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, help!"
My hands stayed steady while I kept the hose trained on her body, both of us laughing our head off. Materialising as if out of nowhere, Frankie was suddenly in front of Anna, slightly crouched in a protective stance and looking for the danger. I don't even think he had noticed the hose now aimed right at his chest, drenching his black muscle shirt thoroughly. Anna certainly noticed, though, she was practically drooling, her eyes appearing to be on the verge of popping from their sockets. Her face right now was priceless and I just couldn't help it. I burst into a squealing fit of laughter, unable to contain myself any longer.
Frankie finally noticed what was going on and rolled his eyes at the two of us, muttering something about bloody women under his breath. He stepped out of the firing line, but it was too late. The damage had already been done. He turned to face Anna and both their mouths dropped open, almost comically, taking in the appearance of each other before Anna launched herself into his arms.
She wrapped her legs around his six foot five body and starting a heated make-out session that I’m sure would cause a stripper to blush.
"Frankie, man where did you go?" A husky voice sounded from my left.
“Oh damn it not again.” Muttering to myself in a slightly ‘crazy cat lady’ manner, I tried to draw Anna’s attention but she was far too busy to notice me. Frigging Blaze, why did he have to start showing up randomly now? Or maybe he had always been around and I had just never paid much attention? Oh well, here he is so what now?
While deep in thought about how to avoid Blaze I had swung around, hose still in hand, and started spraying him full force without actually realising what was happening until it was too late.
"What the fuck.” His booming shout cause me to take in what I had just done as he looked down at his now soaked deep blue V-neck t-shirt and black shorts. He glanced in my direction, anger clearly displayed in his eyes, as I stood the dumbfounded about what to do next I watched as his eyes widened in recognition. Immediately they filled with devotion and love.
Great.
"Roxanne.” His lust-filled whisper was barely audible over the noise of the car wash still continuing around us. His eyes glided over my exposed flesh and the love in his eyes changed to desire and passion. Damn string bikini. He lifted his eyes and returned his gaze to my face after a few seconds. I noticed they had darkened to a deep forest green and were now filled with heat. He groaned out my name again before taking a slow step towards me.
Oh, shit. I really don't need this now. This time fully aware of what I was doing I lifted the hose again squirting him in the middle of his chiselled face. Content that he was now momentarily distracted I dropped the hose and stared sprinting. Dashing towards Anna, I smacked her in the back of her head to draw her attention. She broke away from Frankie and squinted over his shoulder, only to see Blaze's lust filled gaze and shaking body.
"Holy shit girl! What did you do? He looks as though he is fighting a losing battle with wolf." Anna was already holding onto my arm and running with me. "Fix him please Frankie; he looks ready to rip everything in his path to shreds." She threw the plea over her shoulder as we continued running away, a sight I’m sure no-one would forget. It’s not every day you see two teenage girls in bikinis running away from a car wash.
The last thing we heard and saw was Frankie yelling, "Oh fuck," before he ran towards Blaze, tackling him to the ground. Blaze was struggling to break free to allow his inner wolf to give chase; we stopped glancing over our shoulders after that and focused on getting away.
Damn stupid, hormonal Alpha wolf making my life more difficult by constantly showing up.