My breath caught in my throat.
“You mean just as much to me, you know,” I whispered to him, looking over my shoulder so he could see the sincerity in my eyes. “There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t fall more in love with you than I was the day before.”
He slid the length of his cock through my slit, coating himself in my wetness.
My wetness, I had to point out, was so copious that I was on the verge of being embarrassed.
“That makes two of us,” he said. “I didn’t think I’d find love like this. I’d resigned myself to a life filled with useless, meaningless hookups for the rest of my life.”
“Well, I’m going to be happy to prove to you, for the rest of my life, how much you mean to me.” I pushed back. “Now stop teasing me and give me what you’re promising, or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
He growled, and started to press forward, the tip of his cock breaching my entrance, stretching and filling me.
“Condoms,” I breathed, pulling forward.
“No condoms.” He held my hips steady.
“Yes,” I insisted, stiffening slightly. “I’m not on birth control, and you damn well know that’s the last thing we need to be worried about right now.”
“Our worries should be over by tomorrow night,” he said. “So how about you let me worry about what you should be worrying about.”
To be honest, that idea sounded heavenly—to have him making the decisions. To have him take all of my worries away, even if only for a few short moments.
So, that’s how I ended up letting him slide his cock into my pussy, bare, again. I know we’ve done this before, but I wasn’t thinking straight the last time.
Before Wolf entered my life, anytime someone took me, it was with every single precaution in place. With Wolf, I just knew that he was my one and only and if a baby resulted from this, we would deal.
The sheer freeness of having him inside me bare was so arousing, so very, very wrong, that the moment he finally worked his length fully inside of me, I started to come.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, my core muscles clamping tight, and my pussy closing over his cock so hard, that I stopped breathing.
I literally couldn’t find it in myself to do that important bodily function.
My vision swam, and my clit sang.
Then his hand came down on my ass once more, and I drew in a sharp breath.
Wolf stayed true to his norm, though, and never said a word.
Instead, he took hold of my hips when I started to collapse, and he pounded inside of me.
Finesse was so far out the window that everything we did was purely out of instinct.
Our breathing came in rough pulls.
My head fell to rest on the mattress, and Wolf’s hand automatically went to the falling strands, fisting the back of my hair with such strength that I gasped and threw my head back, inadvertently putting it exactly where he wanted it.
His free hand circled my throat, coming to a rest just above my collarbone to hold me in place.
Then he held me to him as he resumed fucking me.
Using my body as he saw fit.
I surrendered all control over to him.
I was too busy trying to retain the last bit of control that I had, and he was busy losing it.
He felt the moment I gave over to him, and with a deep groan, his movements became rougher and less controlled. Suddenly, the lovemaking turned into something so deep and pure that tears started to fall down my cheeks.
This couldn’t be normal, this connection that I had with him. I’d never felt anything like this pure, unaltered passion. This passion we had for each was something that would never, ever fade.
My knees gave out, and instead of falling on top of me like I thought he would do, he pulled me, on my side, curling his big body around me from behind.
He made slow, sweet love to me. Driving in and pulling out, circling his hips almost like we were performing an intimate dance.
And I guess that was what we were doing…only horizontally and in a bed.
With his dick in me.
I was fairly sure most people didn’t dance like we did.
That was the only type of dancing Wolf and I would ever be doing, and to be honest, I was A-Okay with that.
Wolf’s lips parted, and I felt his soft, hot tongue run along the shell of my ear before he bit it.
My hand went down to my parted thighs, and I let my fingers slip through the folds of my sex, slowly moving down until I found where we were joined.
I let my fingers part in the middle, with Wolf’s solid cock thrust between them. The pad of my thumb pressed against my clit, and the orgasm that was building became urgent.
Wolf’s head came down to rest against the top of my spine, and I knew he was close.
Which was why I tightened my pelvic muscles and started to stroke my clit.
Wolf groaned before his breath exploded against my neck.
He grunted, his belly tightened, and I felt his cock start to twitch.
Irrationally, I’d hoped that I would feel the splash of his come inside of me, but alas I didn’t. And I was so focused on feeling him that I didn’t pay attention.
I didn’t feel his hand move to my breast.
Didn’t feel his thumb move to pinch my nipple until he was already doing it.
My attention to the feeling of him coming was lost with my thoughts, and I gasped as my orgasm rolled over me.
My body bowed, and the only thing that was holding me where I was, was Wolf’s grip on my breasts and his cock planted deep.
“Jesus,” I breathed, my head falling back limply against his collarbone.
He hummed, letting my breast go and banding his arm tightly just under my breasts.
We lay like that, both of us trying to control our breathing, for long moments.
Then his hand slipped back down to my hip, his fingers caressing the clear plastic that covered my tattoo.
“When the hell did you find time to get a tattoo without me knowing it?” Wolf asked me, still breathless.
“I became friends with the tattoo artist who did my wolf,” I explained. “She was able to work me in at lunch. We worked on it solid for an hour before I was back. Core waited outside the room the entire time.”
Wolf grinned.
“Did he know what you were doing?” he asked.
I tossed him a look. “No,” I said facetiously. “I was at a tattoo artist’s place of business and he had no clue what I was doing.”
Wolf popped his hand against my ass, and I gasped.
“Wolf!” I growled, trying to dislodge him from my sex and roll over onto my knees. “What the hell?”
He held me steady, keeping himself planted deep, and pulled me in tightly to his chest. His front to my back, his arm up high above my head so my face rested against his bicep.
“Your lip isn’t needed, so stow it away when I want your mouth, and you haven’t just sucked my soul out of my dick,” he said, smoothing the hand that’d just inflicted the damage over my ass to soothe instead of maim this time.
I reached back and pinched him, and he chuckled.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“You know what, dammit,” I pinched him again.
He sighed and ran his hand down my backside, up and down, side to side.
The motion was so soothing that I found my eyes becoming heavy even when I didn’t want them to be.
Wolf finally slipped free of my sex, and I gasped at the feeling of loss.
“Wolf,” I whined.
“You never told me about why you and your brother don’t get along,” he pushed. “Honey, I need to know. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something happened. If he hurt you, I need to know. My instincts are telling me he’s solid and that he really wants a relationship with you, but I don’t want to continue to put my support at
his back if he’s hurt you in some way.”
I sighed and returned my head back to his shoulder.
“He left me,” I whispered into his neck, remembering the pain like it was yesterday. “He was the only constant in life; I relied on him for everything. He kept me sane, protected me against the assholes that were in the foster home with me. Then one day he was just gone, and I was left with no one. My life turned to shit after that, and I blamed him for it. I think I still do, as a matter of fact.”
“You don’t hate him,” Wolf said into my hair. “You’re upset, and understandably so. But in your heart, you knew.”
“I knew what?” I asked stubbornly.
“Why he left.”
I did know.
“They told him he had to go. They said he couldn’t take me, and if he tried, they’d send him to jail,” I whispered into the darkness. “But I didn’t expect him to just completely disappear from my life like that. I expected him to move out, find a job, and stay close by. I never thought he’d just leave me behind and never look back.”
“I overheard him saying that he tried to find a job and couldn’t. Nobody would hire him because he was the son of someone nobody liked,” Wolf replied softly.
“His father wasn’t my father. Apparently, his was a loser who scammed about two hundred people out of their life savings before he was caught,” I sighed. “Nobody liked him. They barely even tolerated me.”
“So you know why he left,” Wolf said gently.
I shrugged.
“Rationally, I do,” I said. “But it doesn’t change how I feel. I can’t control the way I feel.”
Wolf started to run his fingers through my hair, and my traitorous body yielded to him and his ministrations.
“Each time he came home, he came to see me, but I refused,” I pursed my lips. “I was—and still am—stubborn as hell. It hurt…still hurts.”
He snorted. “I could’ve told you that.”
I nipped at his beard and pulled, causing him to laugh.
“Ouch!” He pulled back. “You billy-goated me!”
“Why do you think I did it?” I asked him. “And you just quoted a Ryan Reynolds movie.”
“Hmmm,” he said. “You’re going to give your brother a chance to explain. You’re going to give him the time he deserves.”
“And how do you know that?” I asked.
“Because you wouldn’t be the woman I fell in love with if you didn’t.”
He was right. I would give Raphael the time. Eventually. Maybe tomorrow or the next day.
Whatever.
I’d do it. I may not be happy about it, but I’d do it.
It was going to be hard for Raphael to bridge this gap between us. I was so hurt, I still am, but Wolf was right, I’d give him the chance to explain.
Because, from what I’d heard Wolf explaining tonight, he’d offered up quite a bit of information about the situation Wolf and I were in.
He’d also given me my dog.
A dog who’d been a great friend since the moment I’d found him. A dog who was trained to protect me, and that wasn’t cheap.
My brother, in his own way, had done what he could to watch over me even when I’d refused any contact with and all help from him.
And I found that I quite liked that. Even though I shut him out, he still found a way to try to be there for me. He didn’t give up.
My mind raced as my body calmed.
Chapter 20
Why is life so much like a game of Monopoly? Nobody ever reads the rules until a fight breaks out.
-Fact of life
Wolf
Sated and comfortable for the first time in twelve straight hours, I closed my eyes and pulled my woman closer into my chest.
My hand went to my name that had a new permanent home on Raven’s hip, and a surge of pure possessiveness spread through me once again.
“Goddamn, I like having my name on your skin,” I told her again, pressing my lips to the back of her neck and dragging them along the length of her shoulder.
She shivered as goosebumps raised over her skin.
“Stop touching me, I’m trying to go to sleep. I have to be at work by eight tomorrow morning.” She slapped my hand which was inching up the length of her torso.
I paused just beneath her bare breast and squeezed.
“I…” I was interrupted by the ringing of my phone from my discarded pants pocket, and it took everything I had in me to roll over and let her go.
“Damn it all to hell,” I muttered as I let Raven go and reached for my pants.
Raven rolled and buried her face into my pillow, presenting me with her back.
Peeling my eyes away from Raven’s backside, I answered the phone.
“Yeah?” I asked.
When nothing came, I growled in frustration.
“Dammit, Goody. If you’re not going to talk, why did you call?” I asked the stupid fucker.
“H-how do you always know it’s me?”
Because you’re stupid and call from the same gas station phone every single time you call me.
I didn’t tell him that, though. I liked knowing when it was him.
Sometimes I didn’t want to deal with his shit.
“Goody,” I sighed. “What do you need?”
“I think I need you to bring your friends. I just saw some girl get shot and thrown into the water.”
I stiffened and immediately stood, dislodging Raven’s legs from mine.
“Goody, where are you?” I asked him, grabbing my pants.
Raven ripped them from my hands and shoved the leg holes back where they belonged, then tossed me a pair of underwear while she untangled the belt and the gun from the waistband.
“I’m at the diner,” he whispered, fear shaking his voice.
I stood up from putting my underwear on, and immediately grabbed the pants that Raven was holding out for me.
“The diner. I’ll be there,” I tried for calm. “I’m going to stay on the line with you, okay?”
My eyes connected with Raven, and I gave her a nod of thanks.
“No, he said at the diner,” Raven was saying into her phone. “Didn’t say much else. He’s freaked out.”
Raven picked up a shirt of mine that she’d been wearing earlier, and I slipped it on over my head, holding the phone away from my face just long enough to get it into place. She continued to dress herself in between helping me.
In that half a second, though, something happened, and the last thing I heard was Goody screaming.
“Fuck me,” I growled when the line went dead.
“Which do you want?” Raven asked as she held up two options.
I pointed at my boots and sat down on the bed and quickly shoved my feet into socks she left on the bed for me, adrenaline pumping through my entire body.
Goody wasn’t anything much to me, but he was a fucking person.
He was a human being who really had no business doing what he was doing, but a human being nonetheless.
“Is anyone on their way to you?” I asked Raven.
“Yes,” she said. “Mig, I think.”
I nodded my head.
I stuffed my feet into my boots, holstered my gun into my belt, and then hooked on my badge that was sitting on the bed beside my phone and keys.
Once everything was in place, I had Raven finish dressing and placed my spare gun down the waistband of her jeans. I took her hand and led her down the hallway.
“Wolf,” she said, already protesting. “I don’t think it’s necessary that I go in there.”
I stopped outside of the panic room door.
“You can come out when Mig gets here,” I told her, holding her face in my hands. “You’ll see him on the monitors.”
“Mig…”
I shook my head.
“I lost my wife. My kid. Please, don’t fight me on this. I know how fucked up people are, and the
y won’t care that you’re an innocent. They’ll see you as my woman, and they’ll take advantage of that,” I hesitated. “I really don’t want to come home to you shot in the head like my wife was. I wouldn’t recover from that.”
She closed her eyes, then turned without another word and punched the code into the panel behind the photo that hung on the wall next to the door.
When I had this house built, that’d been the first thing that I told the builder I needed.
The builder had gone above and beyond, leaving me with a room that no one, not even the president himself, could get into.
Not if I didn’t want them to, anyway.
“Be careful,” Raven whispered as she backed into the room.
I nodded my head. “I will be.”
That was the last thing I ever said to her as the man I once was.
Chapter 21
Life isn’t about moments that take your breath away. It could be you’re thinking of asthma.
-Note to self
Wolf
The ride to the boat that I had docked at the Uncertain Saints clubhouse was harrowing at best.
It was raining, the lightning kept fucking with my night vision, and my goddamned hand was killing me from my earlier activities that had my fist visiting Raphael’s face.
Despite my fist meeting his face, Raphael knew he had it coming.
I didn’t like being worried about my woman, and he could’ve fixed a lot of these things that were broken a long fucking time ago by just opening his fucking mouth.
He didn’t, however.
He let me figure it out on my own time, and by the time I did that, I’d nearly gotten myself killed.
Agent Josh Fry was a sick motherfucker.
I found this out tonight when Raphael spilled absolutely everything he knew.
And everything he knew was a shitload of trouble that I didn’t need nor want in my town.
Luckily, we’d gotten the cameras set up tonight thanks to Mig and Casten, which also meant whatever had gone down tonight with Goody, and whomever he saw, was on camera.
My phone rang in my pocket and I answered it, which was a no-no when I didn’t have a hand to spare, but I did it anyway.
“Yeah?” I yelled loudly over the hum of the engine.
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