by Anthology
Shelby flashed a cheeky grin and batted her eyes up at him innocently.
“Truth or dare?” she asked, getting back to the game.
If she wasn’t going to talk, then neither was he.
“Dare.”
Shelby’s mouth screwed off to the side as she pondered her options for a moment.
“I dare you to take a shot,” she said eventually. When she caught sight of his raised eyebrow, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. “It’s not fun if I’m the only one who has to drink,” she explained.
Wolfe was gracious enough not to point out how her “dare” definitely contradicted the objective of the game, and tossed back his shot.
The whiskey rolled smoothly over his tongue and down his throat, warming as soon as it hit his stomach.
“Truth or dare?” he asked her when he was finished, reaching out for the bottle of Jack so that he could replenish both their mugs.
“Dare,” Shelby replied, apparently still intent on avoiding his questions.
Wolfe was patient while coming up with something for her this time.
Shelby liked to play hardball, but she was too shrewd to fall prey to her own tactics; fighting fire with fire wouldn’t work with her.
But Wolfe was desperate for answers at this point…
Even if it meant setting himself up for rejection.
As his eyes met hers from across the bar, he knew without a doubt that it would be worth it either way.
Throwing romantic caution to the wind, Wolfe set off on a potentially kamikaze mission to combat Shelby’s flames.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Wolfe wasn’t sure if he was only imagining the hopeful spark in her eyes.
“You want me…to kiss you?” Shelby asked after a moment, her voice somewhat hesitant.
Wolfe swallowed hard, but nodded in confirmation.
“Yes,” he said, not taking his eyes from hers for so much as a second.
They were both silent for a moment as they stared at each other.
Then, ever so slowly, Shelby slid from her stool and walked around the edge of the breakfast bar. Wolfe’s eyes followed her hungrily, turning to face her as she approached.
He felt his entire body tighten in anticipation as she moved to stand between his parted knees, her gaze unwavering as she looked into his eyes. Still sitting on the stool as he was, they were nearly the same height now. He could feel her breath fanning across his face, she was so close; and it was only by sheer force of will that he managed to not reach out to touch her.
When Shelby lifted her hand to stroke the side of his face, Wolfe’s eyes drifted shut of their own accord as he savored the gentle touch.
And then, so slowly that the suspense was almost painful, he felt Shelby lean forward as she pressed her mouth to his.
The kiss was featherlight and achingly tender, barely more than the mere brushing of her lips against his before it was over. As she pulled away, her hand falling from his cheek, Wolfe was left feeling like a wildfire had been ignited somewhere deep inside of him, threatening to consume him from the inside out.
And when he opened his eyes again, and saw that same burning desire mirrored in her blue eyes, he knew he’d finally gotten the answer to all his unspoken questions.
Wolfe didn’t hesitate now.
He reached out for her. One hand went for her waist, sliding around to the small of her back to press her closer to him as his other hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her face back down to his.
Shelby put up no resistance as their lips came together once more. He kissed her thoroughly, leaving no corner of her mouth unexplored as her arms came up to circle his shoulders, her fingers curling tightly into his hair. The breathy sighs she made had him hard in an instant, and he knew that she could feel his erection from where he held her pressed against him.
This seemed to encourage her further though, because she moaned, moving to straddle his lap as both his arms wrapped around her to keep her steady as they both occupied the barstool at once.
“Still think I’m gay?” Wolfe asked huskily as they broke apart to catch their breath for a moment.
Shelby laughed softly, leaning her forehead down against his.
“No,” she admitted wryly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “Though it did take you long enough to make a move.”
Wolfe scoffed, craning his neck back to look at her.
“Me?” he said skeptically, his brow furrowing. “I only waited this long because of you. You were so weird right after we kissed that day in the woods, I thought it had upset you or something.”
Shelby rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
“I wasn’t upset, you idiot. I was embarrassed,” she admonished, her eyes teasing. “I was fully prepared to jump your bones right there in the woods, but then you stopped me and I just…I don’t know—felt ashamed of myself, I guess.” Her eyes lowered for a moment before coming back up to his again, suddenly shy. “I was worried you wouldn’t want me anymore after that.”
Wolfe gaped at her, dumbfounded.
“You thought I didn’t want you? Seriously?” he asked, still in disbelief of their entire misunderstanding.
When she nodded, he snorted to himself.
“Well you had one thing right at least,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. “I definitely would have to be gay not to want you.”
Shelby gave him a coy smile before leaning in to give him another long, lingering kiss. Wolfe couldn’t suppress the groan of appreciation that escaped him as her tongue found his again.
“You know what I want now?” she asked against his lips.
“What?”
“You. In my bed. Right now,” she replied, punctuating each thought with a kiss.
“Is that so?” he mused, leaning forward to trail little kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin there.
Shelby’s head fell back, gasping at the sensation.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips rocking slightly against his, making him growl in approval.
His hands slid down to cup her perfect ass, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist as he stood with her still in his arms.
“Then what sort of gentleman would I be if I kept my lady waiting?” he said, his lips finding hers again as he carried her through the living room and down the hall.
Chapter 10
If this is a dream, I never want to wake up from it, Shelby thought as Wolfe carried her into the bedroom.
Once inside, she unhooked her legs from behind his back as he released her, letting her body slide slowly down his before her feet hit the floor.
Wolfe made an appreciative sound at the back of his throat as his greedy hands roamed over her body, finding her ass cheeks once more. He kneaded them experimentally for a second, eliciting yet another moan from her as he kissed her deeply, his desire very evident as his hips aligned with hers.
“God, I want you so bad it hurts,” he murmured against her lips.
Shelby felt much the same way. Curious, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants as she stroked him for the first time, making him close his eyes as he groaned.
“Is that so?” she purred, throwing his earlier words back at him as she continued to explore his impressive length.
Shelby gave a throaty laugh as he answered her with another groan of gratification, flexing himself into her hand as it circled him. He was so big, her fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around, making her thighs clench in anticipation.
Wolfe submitted to her ministrations for a few moments longer, eventually forcing her to let go when he gently pushed her back onto the bed behind her.
“We should get rid of some of these clothes, don’t you think?” he said, stepping forward to where she was sitting to stand between her knees.
Shelby just nodded her consent as he grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head to expose her naked breasts. Her nipples—which were already hard
with her arousal—tightened further under his appraising gaze.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes practically reverent now, as he looked her over.
He moved to lean down and kiss her again, his brow furrowing in confusion when Shelby just shook her head at him.
“Oh no you don’t,” she reprimanded, jerking her chin at his shirt-clad torso. “I want that off. Now.”
Wolfe rolled his eyes and smirked at her bossiness, but quickly complied, casting off his shirt to reveal the muscled expanse of his chest and abdomen.
Shelby’s eyes raked over him hungrily. She had fantasized about this moment since that first night when she’d rescued him from the snow.
Now that it was actually happening, she couldn’t decide where to start. She wanted to touch every inch of him, trace the lines of his abdominal muscles, circle his navel, and then down farther still as she followed his happy trail; first with her finger, then with her tongue.
Shelby scooted back farther on the bed as Wolfe pursued after her, lifting her hips as he peeled off her leggings so that she was now wearing only her panties.
Wolfe’s dark eyes practically devoured her as he crawled over her body to capture her mouth in another searing kiss. Shelby returned the kiss just as passionately, panting for breath when he eventually broke away to focus his affections on her neck. He would nip or lightly suck at her skin before soothing it over with his tongue, the sensation turning the heat that was pooling at her core absolutely molten with her need.
Her hands ran up his arms and over his broad shoulders, marveling at the cords of rock-hard muscle beneath his smooth skin. He made that enticing sound in the back of his throat again when her nails scraped lightly down his back, making Shelby wonder what else she could do to hear him make it.
Wolfe soon moved on to her breasts; first tweaking each of her nipples playfully with his strong, callused fingers, before worshipping them thoroughly with his tongue and teeth.
“You have amazing breasts, Shelby,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin as he spoke. “They deserve to be cherished properly.”
“Oh, god,” Shelby groaned in response when he carefully rolled one nipple between his teeth, scouring the other one gently with his thumbnail at the same time.
Wolfe chuckled darkly, her eyes watching him as he finally released her and sat back to look at her fully.
The reprieve was short lived, however.
Wolfe gave her a wicked smile from where he knelt between her legs, making her whimper with need when she felt his knuckles brush against the damp lace of her panties.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” he crooned, fingering the flimsy material some more before meeting her eyes again.
“I hope you aren’t overly attached to these,” he said, by way of warning.
Before she even fully realized his intent, he pushed his fingers through the lace and ripped them off of her.
Shelby gasped in a mixture of shock and excitement, feeling like she might combust right then and there as he tossed the shredded remains of her panties from the bed.
He was just so…intense; no man she’d ever been with had ever done something like that before. He was carnal and provocative and…well—just so damn hot!
Wolfe lowered his head, placing a tender kiss just above the apex of her thighs, his eyes flicking up to make sure she was still watching him as his fingers deftly spread her open to him.
Shelby’s head fell back down on the pillow as he gently blew on her sex before his tongue came down to twirl against her clit.
Shelby moaned incoherently as her hands came up to twist her fingers through his dark hair, her back bowing from the bed as he lapped at her clit and leisurely probed her with his long fingers.
“Wolfe,” she pleaded when she felt herself building up toward her climax. “Oh, Wolfe, please!”
Wolfe happily obliged, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked on it, hard. His finger rubbed against the front wall of her vagina, putting pressure on her G-spot.
Though she’d known it was coming, her release surprised her in its intensity. She felt like she was paralyzed, her body unable to move as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, her hands falling away from Wolfe’s head as she gripped the sheets on either side of her for dear life.
By the time she finally drifted back to Earth after that otherworldly orgasm, Wolfe had shucked his pajama bottoms and was sliding up the bed to lie beside her. She turned her face to his as he kissed her, marveling at the exotic taste of herself on his tongue.
Shelby could feel the proud length of his stiff cock pressed against her thigh, insistent. She reached for it as they kissed, steadily pumping him with her hand, until Wolfe broke away a few moments later, a question in his dark eyes.
Shelby just nodded in answer, beyond ready to take this next step with him. But when Wolfe moved to cover her body with his, Shelby resisted, her hand pushing against his shoulder so that his back was forced down on the bed as she rolled on top of him.
“I think I’ll take charge now,” she whispered in his ear, her teeth grazing his earlobe. She placed a tender kiss against his throat before sitting up to straddle him.
Wolfe’s eyes were alight with silent amusement at her little dominance display, but he didn’t protest as she ground slowly against him. Her hands flattened against his chest as she slid her slick pussy along the length of his shaft, the head hitting her already throbbing clit and making her breath hitch at the sensation.
Wolfe’s eyes closed with a groan as she repeated the process once, and then twice, before lifting up so that she could position him at her opening.
Wolfe’s eyes snapped back open as he watched her, his hands coming up to bracket her hips as she gradually took his length inside her. She gasped as he filled her completely, his size almost too great for her to take all at once.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Wolfe ground out, his jaw clenched with restraint as he gave her time to adjust to his girth.
Shelby didn’t keep him waiting long.
She tested their connection, rocking forward gently before sliding back, her head falling back as she moaned her satisfaction.
Shelby built up her pace steadily, but quickly, as she began to ride him, their heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure filling her ears like a heady sort of symphony.
Wolfe’s hands slid up her sides to grasp her breasts, his palms grinding against her nipples and sending a direct pulse of need to her core. Already, Shelby could feel that telltale fluttering that meant another orgasm was imminent.
Wolfe seemed to sense it too, because his hands fell from her chest and back to her hips, one of his thumbs pressing down against her clit and making her cry out.
“Come on, Shelby. I can feel how close you are, baby,” Wolfe growled, bucking his hips up to meet hers now as they both neared release. “Please; I need you to come for me.”
And she did.
Shelby’s back arched as she detonated around him, her pussy clenching him tightly as she screamed his name.
Shelby fell forward to cling against Wolfe’s chest, his arms banding around her as he continued to pound into her from below, prolonging her orgasm further still.
“Oh, Shelby,” Wolfe bit out as she felt him stiffen beneath her, reaching his own climax as he pumped his seed deep inside her.
They laid together like that for several moments in post-coital bliss, waiting for their ragged breaths and pounding hearts to subside back to normal.
After a while, Shelby rolled off of him, feeling strangely bereft when he was no longer inside of her; as if that was where he belonged, always.
Wolfe seemed to feel the same way, because he wrapped his arm around her once more and pulled her tight to his side, eliminating all remaining space between them. Shelby went willingly into the embrace, resting her head against his shoulder as she curled against him.
Shelby closed her eyes, smiling when she felt Wolfe
press his lips against her forehead, his fingers stroking her hair idly.
For the first time since arriving at the cabin, Shelby drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Chapter 11
Wolfe woke early the next morning, his thoughts already conflicted.
He sat up, blinking groggily at the sunlight that filled the small bedroom through the large windows on the far wall, before looking over at the fantasy come to life that was still fast asleep in the bed beside him.
Shelby’s long blonde hair—still wild from their lovemaking the night before—was strewn across her pillow, the sheets tangled enticingly around her naked body and her full lips parted softly in sleep. She was so extraordinarily beautiful; it was hard for him to believe she was real sometimes, even now.
When she suddenly emitted a soft snore, Wolfe smirked, thinking of how he would tease her about it when she woke.
But then, slowly, the smile slid from his face as his eyes went reluctantly back to the window.
Carefully extracting himself from the bed so as not to wake her, Wolfe bent down to retrieve his flannel pajama pants, putting them back on before walking over to stand in front of the wall of windows.
The deal had been that he would leave as soon as the snow melted, and now it looked as if it finally had.
Wolfe could see the dark patches of earth and rock peeking through the last remains of snow, the surrounding forest no longer a solid expanse of pure white as it had been before.
A few days ago, I would have been pleased. But now… Wolfe’s thoughts trailed off morosely as he looked back at the sleeping Shelby on the bed.
Now I’m not so sure I can even make myself leave.
Wolfe was fairly certain that he was in danger of losing himself completely to this girl, but it troubled him to think that she might not feel the same way toward him.
That she might not want something more.
Sure, they’d had sex. And they’d certainly become close friends over the past few days that they’d spent together.
But Shelby didn’t live here. She had a life to go back to outside of this cabin, and Wolfe wasn’t sure if she would still want him in it once her trip was over. He wasn’t naive enough to believe that a vacation hookup would lead to an actual relationship, but still…
