Let Go

by Wyatt, Dani

  I turn to see Gruber standing with his hands in his pockets and I step down from the trailer and help Teah do the same, draping my arm over her shoulders.

  She looks at Gruber, then at me. “I hope you’re not upset. I wanted it to be a surprise. I had a building and fencing built. Gruber has been supervising and there are lots of wolves and wolf pups that need help. The goal will be to release them back into the wild, but some will need to stay. If they are injured or old. So, we will have some here all the time. He’s going to teach us how to care for them. Handle them. We will have help too.”

  “Wow, baby.” I lean in to kiss the side of her hair. “This is amazing.”

  “So, you’re happy? You’re not upset?”

  “Upset?” I shake my head and squeeze her into me. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. We’re perfect.”

  Just then, Beverly comes around the back of the trailer and smiles.

  “So?” She looks at Teah, then Gruber, and I see a blush on her cheeks.

  “Ma’am.” He tips his hat at Beverly and she fights off a smile.

  “Gruber, I told you my name is Beverly.”

  I look at the two women in my life and shrug. “You were in on this?”

  “Of course.” Beverly smiles and I see Gruber can’t take his eyes off of her.

  “Well, you girls do know how to keep secrets.”

  “Beverly’s been helping a lot.” Teah bobs her eyebrows at me with a nudge, then turns to wrap her arms around my neck as Gruber smiles and walks toward the front of his truck, calling behind him.

  “Well, let’s go then. These two babies need a home. You two hop in the back of the truck.” He looks over at Beverly. “Ma’am.” He outstretches his hand for her to follow him.

  He takes her around and puts her in the passenger seat of the truck as Teah and I follow behind. As we walk away from the trailer the two pups start howling and barking.

  I turn to look at my own Little Wolf and see that smile that lights up my days.

  She looks up at me as we go to get into the bed of Gruber’s pick up. “Sometimes, we just need to let go of who we thought we were to make room for who we are supposed to be.”

  I lift her into the truck and climb in behind her, tapping on the back window of the cab to signal for Gruber to go ahead.

  “I’m glad you let go, Little Wolf. I’m glad we let go.”

  13

  Teah

  EPILOGUE TWO – EIGHT Years Later

  “You like teasing me, don’t you? You like running around here in your see-through dress with no panties, torturing me.” Lock stomps through the living room with fire in his eyes. “Get over here.”

  I stay put, half frozen and half playing into the little fantasy. Lock tears his sweat soaked white T-shirt from his torso, exposing his massive and magnificent chiseled body. I’m in agony, wanting him to touch me as I sit cross legged on the floor. But instead I just stick my tongue out at him.

  “I wasn’t teasing you.” I banter back as Lock comes closer, his hands on the buckle of his belt. The mere sight of him has desire twitching and tingling right down in my center.

  “We both know that’s not the truth. You know what you’re doing, Little Wolf. Now, you’re going to have to pay the piper.” His words cut hard through the space left between us and my belly flips at the intensity in his eyes.

  He’s playing along, but the parts we settle into like this sometimes feel as real as our other identities. They’ve developed over time, as did our relationship in general. When you marry someone within the first twenty-four hours of meeting them, it’s all about evolution and finding your way.

  We’ve managed to do that very well. Even after all these years, and four children later, we continue to do it very well.

  “I’m sorry.” I pout as Lock steps in front of me, a heavy hand resting on top of my head, pushing me back until I’m gazing up.

  “Take my cock out. You made it hard, it’s your responsibility to take care of it.” He licks his lips on a snarl. “Get your mouth ready, princess.”

  The anticipation has me holding my breath as I bring my shaking fingers up to the button of his jeans where his belt already hangs open.

  “Yes, Sir.” I answer and he gives me an approving nod as my fingers work slowly.

  “That’s it. You know what you are here for. You know your purpose.” His jaw tightens before he continues. “That’s why you walk around dressed like that, isn’t it?”

  I nod as I work open the fly of his pants and tug down his loose boxers.

  As I free his erection, it practically hits me in the nose as it escapes the confining fabric. Lock’s other hand comes to the other side of my head, holding me in place.

  “Open. I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours as hard as I like, for as long as I like. Next time you tease me, you’ll remember.

  I reach up to stroke him with both hands and I see his eyes flutter as I open my mouth and he drives the tip over my tongue making me swallow half his length in a single motion that leaves me breathless.

  The slippery pre-cum dances on my tongue as his hips move back and forth and spit begins to drip down my chin.

  “That’s my Little Wolf. Make me feel good. Then I’m going to give you what you need.”

  I devour him, knowing what he wants, what he needs from me, and it fulfills me in so many ways to be able to give it to him. I run my tongue up and down the bottom of his thick shaft, sucking while he slips in and out between my hungry lips.

  He grunts and fucks my mouth without apology, in and out, down my throat as I choke and gag giving him the ability to decide when I breathe.

  Between my legs I’m soaking. Taking him like this, or I should say him taking me like this, always pushes me close to the edge.

  “God, your mouth is fucking amazing.” He growls, looking down as he holds nearly his entire length down my throat. “Swallow, baby. I like to feel that throat close around my cock.”

  Tears traverse down my cheeks as I swallow, swallow, swallow. Massaging the head of his cock and desperately trying to draw hot breaths from around the girth that fills my mouth. He enjoys my struggle, but always knows how far to push me, how to keep me safe.

  Just when I think I can’t take another second, Lock withdraws, pulling out of my mouth as I gasp for air. Spit drenches my chin and drips down my chest and neck. Tears stream from the corners of my eyes as he moves his hands to the sides of my face and smiles down at me.

  “God, you are so pretty when you suck my cock, baby. So beautiful.” He releases my head to grip himself, bringing the tip to paint a drop of cum onto my lips.

  He’s filthy and perverted and I love every second. This part of us is just for us and it fulfills us both in it’s own way.

  “Thank you, my King.” I reply, swiping the back of my hand over my mouth and the other across my wet cheeks.

  I shudder as Lock kicks his pants and boxers from his ankles, leaving him naked. He’s only grown sexier over the years and I want him probably more now than I did even when we were first together, and I think he feels the same.

  “Bring that tight pussy over here and finish me off.” Lock backs up, taking a seat in a huge armchair that sits next to the fireplace. “I want to feel you cum on my cock, Little Wolf. Then I’m going to give you what you want. What you need. Time we got another baby inside you, princess.”

  My approaching climax is already threatening as I step forward and Lock grabs my hand, jerking me forward toward him.

  “Yes, my King. Your princess wants that.”

  Lock reaches up and grips the opening of my dress with both hands, tearing it open. A second tug and it’s ripped from my body as he grips my hips and centers me on his lap.

  “Open your legs wide and get my cock inside you.”

  I don’t hesitate as I reach down to grip the hard length and press the tip to my entrance, taking him inside me in one long, swift motion.

  Lock’s head falls back as he groans, his
hands taking my hips and pressing me down until it feels as though it’s pushing right into my uterus.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Teah.” He grits out and I love when he looks so painfully pleasured by me.

  “Yes? You like how that feels? Do you like when I do this?” I shift and press down, moving up and down and back and forth in a circular motion.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. It’s hard to even move inside you.”

  I contract my inner muscles over and over until I feel Lock shudder under me. I’m to the point of torture, holding myself back, and when his hands come up to my tits and his fingers pinch my nipples hard, I’m gone.

  I grind up and down, pressing my open slit down on his body and leaning forward as he brings his mouth to my breast and sucks deep. Then it’s teeth and I’m exploding on a moan.

  Lock is done. I feel the hot release spray inside me and we clutch and hold one another through our orgasms. His mouth is on my neck and he whispers every curse word every known—and some he’s made up—into my ear.

  We pant as we come down, moving sweet and slow against each other as his hands move to push my hair behind my ears, and I sit up to look down at his smile.

  “You are such a good girl.”

  I bring my hands to cup his cheeks. The scruff of his beard scratches at my palms.

  “I know, it’s true.” I play back on a giggle.

  “Now.” He licks his lips and runs his fingertips down my arms, making me shiver. “We have to pick up the kids in an hour. You want a shower?”

  “Sure.” I nod. “Beverly said she and Gruber would take them to Chuck E. Cheez, then back to the house, so they’ll be well fed and sugared up. And hopefully tired.”

  “Sounds good. My flight isn’t until ten tonight. So, I’ll take bath and bedtime tonight.”

  Lock is still writing music, as he wants, when he wants. He’s got a meeting in Nashville tonight with a record producer and a top country star who want to collaborate on a few songs. He’s given up acting completely, it just takes too much time away from the family and the lifestyle is simply not what he wants for us.

  Beverly took the reins on the businesses for a few years and did an amazing job. When it got harder for her and Gruber to manage, with her being so busy, she decided to step down. We ended up selling all the businesses. They are set up for life as far as finances go, and as much as I give away, our own bottom line keeps growing as well thanks to the sales of the businesses and some good investments.

  “You are the best dad, you know that?” I lean down and kiss him, tasting the sweat of his hard work today still on his lips.

  “I do my best. Oh, there’s a letter on the counter from your mom and dad too. I brought in the mail.”

  “Oh, great.”

  We’ve managed to find a nice balance with my parents. They still live their life, their way and I don’t begrudge them their beliefs. They still have no cell phone, no TV, but we write letters back and forth every week and they come to visit here at least twice a year.

  They are fun as grandparents. Teaching the kids all about nature and some of the more pleasant parts of my upbringing. We drew the line at giving them weapons training like I received but they love their grandparents and it’s heart warming to see the circle complete.

  “Okay, my princess.” Lock stands, keeping me secured against his still hard cock.

  “You ever going to turn that thing off?” I giggle.

  “No can do, baby. I’m sixteen again whenever I’m with you.”

  As he takes us down the back hallway toward our bedroom I wrap my arms around him, remembering the first time he carried me down the trail from the cabin.

  A few steps more and a vision overtakes me and Lock stops dead in his tracks.

  “Baby.”

  “Yes?” I ask, already knowing what he’s about to say.

  “You see it?”

  We still have our visions now and then and it’s become less spooky and more fun. I hold tight and speak into his ear.

  “Yep.”

  “Babies number five and six, Little Wolf.”

  I nod, barely able to believe it. “I’m going to have twins.”

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  KEEPING HER CLOSE

  C H A P T E R O N E

  Black

  “Black.” The newest waitress enunciates it like we’re fucking and she’s about to come. “Awesome. Name.”

  She maintains eye contact, licking her bottom lip and crossing her arms under her tits, conspicuously pushing them up until they are all but spilling out of the uniform black tank top. The name of the bar, The Long Draw, is printed in silver glitter across the front.

  Even in the middle of the day, this place is almost at capacity. But my ears are trained so even with the noise coming from the band rocking a Steely Dan cover and the hundred or so patrons yelling over each other in order to be heard, I still hear Ransom, the bartender, snort a chuckle behind me.

  I clench my teeth. In here, I’m all business. “You got your paperwork?” I feel my jaw pop.

  I’ve never touched a single one of the girls who works here. This newb will quickly get the lowdown from the staff, that’s for sure. If she continues, I will shut that shit down so fast it will make her bleach blond head spin.

  I’m not going to say I don’t touch the men who work here. It’s a rare occurrence, but I do not hesitate to shut their bullshit down as well, usually with a foot in their ass. A place like this, every night you gotta come in like a warrior. Ready for anything and prepared for everything.

  The staff and the patrons here smell weakness like a shark on blood.

  The irony is, with this iconic biker culture and all, you’d expect the man who founded it to be a biker. He’s not and I’m not.

  I’ve never even been on a bike. Never wanted to. Not that everyone who comes in here rides up on their custom Harley, but when you own a bar in Hell, Michigan, you are going to attract your share of bikers from all over this country. All over the world, in fact.

  My newest hire leans back in disappointment, checking her manicure, barely hiding her irritation that her flirtation met with my frigid demeanor. But I don’t care. She’ll learn that. I’m a son of a bitch, and it doesn’t bother me in the least.

  I flip through her new-hire packet, making sure all the critical components are in order. I may not look it, but I’ve got a sharp eye for details. Running a business is all about the details and who ever thought a fuck like me would be good at anything? Let alone running a successful as hell bar that’s given me and the owner bank accounts to envy.

  I don’t miss her eyes running me up and down as she stares, though it draws nothing from me but increased irritation.

  “Looks good.” I hand the stack of papers her way, running a hand from my forehead to the back of my head, pushing the hair that’s constantly falling down back into place. “Take that and give it to Stella in the back. She’ll set up your section for tonight, give you house rules again, and you’ll train with Rita.”

  She gives me a snarky eye roll as she comes back, “I don’t need to train—” But I cut her off without ceremony.

  “There’s the fucking door.” I jerk my head to the left, where the bouncers are checking IDs and collecting the ten-dollar cover just to walk in. “Got it?”

  To my surprise, she proves she has something between her ears, because without another word, she’s spun on her stiletto toward the back hallway.

  Another snort from Ransom and I turn to see him squirt 7UP into four rocks glasses lined up on the worn wooden bar.

  “If I had one tenth of the tail you have wagging in your face, I’d die the happiest man on the fucking planet.” He shakes his head as he tops off each of the four glasses with Seagram’s and a maraschino cherry, then lifts two in each hand onto Trina’s waiting tray. “Table six, beautiful.”

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nbsp; She rolls her eyes, but a wry grin plays on her lips as Ransom tops off his compliment with a wink.

  “Shut the fuck up.” I stand from the barstool, arching my back.

  I toss back the last bit of my smoothie with a satisfied grunt, then slide the glass to Ransom, smacking my lips together.

  He knows I don’t poach; he and everyone else in this place. In fact, my lack of interest in anything resembling the opposite sex has become more than just whispers and speculation to the staff, but I don’t give a fuck. Think what they want, gossip all they want...sticking my dick in any pussy that offers was never my thing to begin with. And in the last six years, it’s not only just not my thing, it’s impossible.

  “How do you drink that shit?” He shakes his head with a disdainful squint as he picks up my empty glass with his fingertips, as though it is tainted with Ebola.

  “I don’t taste it. I just drink it. Mind over matter.”

  “Hemp seed and pea protein?” He looks like he’s going to vomit as he turns to put the glass in the sink. The sides are coated with the grainy remains of my daily regimen. “If I could refuse to make that for you, you know I would. There’s gotta be some rule about making some hippie health drink behind the counter of the biggest biker bar in three states.”

  I choke out a laugh. “This isn’t a biker bar. It’s a tourist attraction.”

  “That it is,” he agrees, tending to the next in an endless line of waitresses that will come and go from the service station on his twelve-hour shift.

  Just at that moment, my senses prick, and I feel my back straighten. They say grizzly bears have the olfactory capacity to pick up scents from up to eighteen miles away. I think when it comes to Roxie, I’ve got that shit beat.

  She’s not even around the corner yet, but I know she’s coming. It’s not even the scent. No, after all these years, it’s as though I see her with some sixth or seventh sense, something bestowed upon me by hell itself.

  Because seeing her, smelling her, knowing she’s close and never being able to touch her has been my own personal living hell. But I’d take this torture every day until the end of my days just to know she’s close. Safe.