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Hope you enjoyed their fun. Layne and Colt only have two more days together before she starts February with a vampire prince! Thanks for reading!
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Calendar Mate 1
Being in the shifter world, it’s easy to believe in love. Knowing somewhere in the world, your mate who is made just for you is waiting to be found to complete your soul. For you to love, cherish, eat, sleep, and breathe for. I used to believe in love until I didn’t. It first started with Tucker, my high school crush. My sweet, blonde hair, blue-eyed history study partner. I don’t know if I was bad at history or if I just wanted to have a reason to be close to him. I gave him my everything… my heart, my time, and all my firsts. He was mine until I found him fucking the school’s mean girl behind the bleachers and I didn’t need to turn 18 or the mate bond to tell me we weren’t meant to be. Then, there was Nash. I met him while I was bartending saving up for college. Must’ve been my rebel stage, but there’s something about a bad boy giving you attention that makes you just crave it even more. And the more he gave, the more I wanted. We spent most of our time drinking and fucking. I didn
Calendar Mate 2
Alpha Colton Rhodes of the Mountain Moon Pack. Alpha Colton. His name sounds good rolling off my tongue. Confident, strong, sexy, just like the man in the picture staring back at me. Hmm, something had to be wrong with him, that’s all I could think of as I continually flick my eyes back to his picture as I’m sitting on my bed trying to read the profile summary and rules my auntie sent me. Key word, trying. I swear I’m trying to read these damn rules, but my eyes keep getting drawn to his picture. I shake my head at myself, this is a bad sign already. I haven’t even met the guy and he’s distracting as hell. 1. Always be prepared and look presentable. We have provided the client with sizes so they can provide you with a wardrobe that will suit what they need you for. You should never be unprepared for what they need you for; meaning hair styled, nails polished, makeup done, clothes ironed, and a constant dazzling smile. Well, thank Goddess for a personal stylist since my wardrobe co
Calendar Mate 3
The gym room was glorious. It had everything you could need. I used my free time lifting some light weights and running on the elliptical. I didn’t end up seeing Colt again but figured he was behind a desk somewhere in the pack house. While I was finishing off in the sauna, a small, dainty woman dressed in a pair of black pants and a polo pushed the door open and entered with a tray. She had some Fuji water bottles in one corner, some hand towels in the next corner, and three bowls, one with some fresh berries, one with mixed nuts, and one with little cubed cheese took up the other half of the tray. “Here you go, dear,” she says as she sets down the tray between us. Her silver-gray hair, pale blue eyes, and warm aura made me feel like I was sitting with my nana. “Hi, I’m Layne.” I take a hand towel and wipe my hands so I can indulge in the hodge-podge charcuterie board she brought me. It was so thoughtful of her and looked absolutely delicious after my workout. She smiled and held o
Calendar Mate 4
We returned to the pack house at the end of the evening, and I practically ran to my room so I wouldn’t jump on him. The sexual tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. As much as I wanted him, I kept telling myself to not get attached to him. I was only his for a month. He’s incredibly charming and so sweet, he includes me in conversations and makes me feel wanted. I don’t think I’ve felt this way in a long time. I want him… yet I need to stay away. That is proving to be an impossible task. But why couldn’t we have fun? We were both consenting adults that were going to be around each other for the next three weeks. And if the chemistry that has been building between us means anything, I bet my life he’s a God in bed. Why wouldn’t I want that? I could venture to say that he would be better than all my previous sexual experiences c
Calendar Mate 5
The next day, I woke up feeling better than I have in a long time. After the amazing everything but sex-capade, I made my way back to my room, cleaned up in the most luxurious shower, and launched myself into the cloud-like mattress I get to call my bed for the next 21 days. I pull the comforter off and notice my envelope that was slid under my door. The smell of bacon led me to the kitchen where Ms. Bryant had a small little breakfast buffet ready for Colt and me. A beautiful spread of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and some berries. Oh my Goddess, yum! Clearly, we worked up an appetite for this morning because we polished off the whole spread easily while we went over the schedule for the week. We discussed who we were meeting with, the dress code, and what time we needed to leave for each event. Oddly enough, this whole arrangement felt like a real job. And I’m actually enjoying myself. I mean how could I not enjoy being with a super-hot and charming Alph
Calendar Mate 6
We walked out of the hotel and instead of giving the valet his ticket, he looked back at me and asked, “Walk with me?” “With you, of course,” I answered using his own words against him, kind of hoping they made him feel like I felt when he said them to me.Hand in hand we strolled the city streets, people watching and peering into whatever shops were still open. Passing by the slightly lit streets, it gets darker the further we walk. We end up in a quiet little park away from the city racket, all the lights, and bustle hidden by the large trees. He guides me to sit on the bench and pulls me in tight next to him.“Thank you for making quick friends with Brylie. Gunnar’s been down about her being homesick and today was the first time, she’s been genuinely happy. You had a big part in that, and he will forever be grateful. The conversation to
Calendar Mate 7
I finished the week and a majority of the second week accompanying Colt to various business meetings and dinners. We end some of our nights like our first night and other nights we part ways and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with being alone. But we haven’t gone further. No kissing and no fucking. Kissing seems exceptionally intimate so maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to cross that line, but the sparks flying between us need to be taken care of soon or I’m going to combust like a god damn firework. The latter half of the second week I spent at the pack house mostly by myself. He was spending his extra time brainstorming and tweaking their security ideas. I kinda miss seeing him. I’m not supposed to, but God damn my heart isn’t on the same wavelength as my brain. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and that couldn’t be truer. He walks in the door as I’m pouring myself a glass of wine and putting a frozen pizza in the oven and all the air leaves my lungs. I’ve
Calendar Mate 8
Holy fucking heart, stars, horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots of gold and rainbows, and the red balloons. I swear to the Goddess, my eyes close and I still see fireworks. I fucking feel fireworks. The kiss is everything I didn’t know I needed. Raw, consuming, so fucking full of passion. Knock my socks off good. I end up in his lap, straddling his legs. His hands were on my cheeks, mine around his neck. My lips move against his soft, plump ones and I can’t get enough of him. My tongue slides against his bottom lip and he opens his mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. He tilts my head back to take control from me, kissing me harder, deeper. I could kiss him all fucking night. The way his mouth feels on mine, our bodies so fucking close… I don’t know how long we’ve been kissing, but it would never be long enough. We don’t stop until we hear a throat clear behind us. We pull away from each other, and the poor attendant for the ride looks sheepishly at the ground, embarras
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