by Mac Flynn
"Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!"
I was awash in an earth-shaking pleasure as my orgasm came upon me like a tidal wave. A blinding light clouded my vision. I gasped for breath even as my lover kept thrusting. His demands sent me higher to a realm of convulsing muscles and sensual, demanding lust.
I leaned my mouth against his ear. "Come with me. Fill me," I whispered.
He grunted and thrust once. Twice. He came inside me and collapsed atop my exhausted body. I cringed and tried to wiggle my way out from beneath him, but he was a little too heavy.
"Adam?" I squeaked.
His face was buried in the sheets beside my head. "Hmm?" came his muffled reply.
"Air," I croaked.
He lifted his head and sheepishly smiled. "Sorry." In one smooth motion he rolled off me, grabbed the covers and slipped the sheets over our naked bodies.
I sighed and snuggled against him. At the thought of the warm bed my mind recalled one loose end in this adventure, and I chuckled. Adam pulled away from me and raised an eyebrow. "Something you wish to share?" he wondered.
I shrugged. "In all this fun we've been having I forgot to ask you my question. The one I wanted to ask before we got Doc's squirrel food," I reminded him. "I'd ask it now, but I'm pretty sure I know the answer."
"I would still like to hear the answer," he pleaded.
"Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come down here and live with me, but it looks like you've made yourself at home here already," I pointed out.
Adam chuckled and nuzzled his face into my neck. "And what answer do you expect me to give?" he cooed.
"I'm pretty sure it's a yes."
"Then you would be incorrect."
I jerked away from him and frowned. "Then what would it be?" I growled.
"It is an emphatic yes," he corrected me.
"Good. You move first thing in the morning."
"I believe the first thing in the morning will be another sex session," he protested.
I snorted. "Fine, second thing in the morning you move in."
He leaned down and pecked a kiss on my lips. "Agreed."
Falling For A Wolf #5
Chapter 1
My nose was chilly. So were my fingers and toes. Hell, most of me was chilled to the bone as I lay beneath the heavy load of blankets and quilts. The small heater in the corner couldn't fight against the chill that invaded through the walls. I inched my foot out of the covers to test the air. It was cold, almost freezing, or at least it felt that cold to my shivering little toes. I pulled my foot back inside the blankets and snuggled against the furnace that lay beside me. He was always so warm and sometimes fuzzy, but I never asked him to shave. I never had to. He was his own shaver and fur coat.
I stayed there until I was nice and warm, and well-prepared for the cold world outside the covers. My clothes were scattered about the room after another wild night of love-making. I jumped from the bed and snatched them from all corners of the romm. They were cold and I shivered as I slipped arms and legs into their appropriate clothes. In a thrice I slipped from the room and hurried to the chimney. The coals were black, but still warm, and I'd been practicing. A few moments later and I had a small, crackling fire beneath my chilled hands.
Next was the cocoa, and that was quickly taken care of. In a few minutes I stood at the front windows with a piping-hot mug between my warming hands. I gazed out the window and sipped on my cocoa. Outside the cabin the world was a white wonderland of wet stuff. Six inches of snow lay around the cabin and over my newly-fixed car. This first fall of the year was just the beginning. Full winter would come and there would be even more inches of snow. The white stuff would lean against the walls and encase us in its cold embrace.
That would be when the cabin-fever would set in. I could imagine myself in a fruit-bowl headdress and a yellow towel draped over my body like a toga. I would dance past the windows with maracas made of pine cones and shish kabob sticks in my hands, and a conga line of squirrels behind me with nuts in their mouths.
The last image made me spit my cocoa onto the panes of glass. "I think it's already setting in," I mumbled to myself.
"What has?" a voice spoke behind me.
I started and spun around, spilling more cocoa on the floor and myself. At least I was warmer. I held out my dripped hands and shirt, and glared at the half-naked figure in front of me. That was Adam Smith, my lover and now-roommate. A thin bed sheet was wrapped around his middle and ruining my view of his perfectly sculptured body.
"Don't you know how to knock or make some sort of tapping noise when you walk around?" I scolded him.
"It's the habit of a predator to be quiet," he defended himself.
I walked over to the kitchen and deposited my half-empty mug into the sink while I cleaned my hands and shirt. "Then I might get the habit of hanging a bell around your neck so I know you're coming."
He slipped over to me and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around me. His face nuzzled into my neck. "That sounds intriguingly kinky."
I rolled my eyes and slipped out from his grasp. "Uh-huh, and you sound like you're distracting me from my work. You know, it's not all work and play for me. I don't have a couple of centuries of a retirement account to live off of."
"You could if you would accept my offer to quit your job," he argued.
I reached the couch and pushed a box of his stuff off one of the side cushions. His unpacking still wasn't quite complete. I plopped myself down on the cushion and pulled my laptop into my lap. I only hoped the internet still worked with all that snow on the antenna. "Then what would I do with myself?" I countered.
Adam walked over to the rear of the couch and leaned down beside my left side. "I could think of some interesting positions."
I snorted and pushed him away. "You're as horny as a teenager. How many decades did you go without getting any?"
"Far too many," he commented as he strode around the front of the couch and over to the fire. My pitiful attempt was attempting to peter itself to nothing. "You have a knack for extinguishing fires," he commented."
"It's a gift," I absently replied. My focus lay on my computer. The internet somehow worked, and I wanted to see if my latest column had been uploaded by the IT guys. It was supposed to be available every Saturday morning, and this morning was that morning. I was relieved to see it there on the front page, all nice and readable.
Then my eyes spotted something on the sidebar. It was under the Entertainment section, and was a headline with an adjoining picture. The picture showed the head of a werewolf howling to a dark night sky. I leaned closer and read the headline aloud. "'Werewolf Terrorizes Isolated Community.'" I wrinkled my nose. "Adam, have you been going out without my knowing?"
Adam's head perked up and he half turned to me. "Pardon?"
I pointed at the screen. "Some werewolf's been causing problems at some isolated community. They a friend of yours?"
He came over and took a seat beside me. His eyes browsed the headline and he frowned. "Let us see the article," he suggested.
I clicked on the link and sent us to the article. It was short, only three paragraphs. I looked at the location of the werewolf sightings and my mouth dropped open. "That isn't an isolated community! That's my hometown!" I yelped.
Adam, too, looked flustered. "And I believe we may have a problem."
"What? Besides me being personally insulted?" I asked him.
He nodded at the article. "The article describes what may very well be a werewolf attack on wild animals and livestock. The signs of large teeth marks and slashing claws certainly suit a werewolf."
"Or a bear. I'll admit my hometown is a little on the rough edges, and sometimes main street traffic stops because of bears wandering through," I admitted.
He shook his head. "A bear does not attack livestock. They would rather forage through trash." He pointed at the middle paragraph. "And there appears to be an eye-witness account to the beast being in the woods."
I sq
uinted at the paragraph. "'One of the local woodsman reported seeing the creature with his own eyes, and described the beast as one taken from legend.' Sounds serious. What do you think we should do?"
"We should investigate the matter and see what we might find," he suggested.
I cringed. "So driving in this weather?" I guessed.
"Yes, but we will be escaping the heaviest of the snow for a few days," he pointed out.
I sighed and set my laptop on the coffee table. "I suppose, but where should we stay?"
"To be as inconspicuous as possible I would suggest the home of your parents. You mentioned this was your hometown," he reminded me.
My face fell and my shoulders drooped. "Um, how about we stay in a hotel? Might be more comfortable."
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you not wish to visit with your parents?"
"It's-well, it's not that. I just haven't told them about-well, about us," I revealed.
"They must know some time," he countered.
I sighed and stood. My phone sat on the kitchen counter charging. Nothing sucked the life out of a phone like being in the middle of the wilderness. I rang their number, and in a moment my mom's voice came over the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Mom, it's Christina," I greeted her.
"Chrissy! It's been so long since you called! Your father and I were getting worried!" she scolded me. Though the phone wasn't on speaker her voice was still loud and chipper enough to be easily heard by Adam, with or without super werewolf hearing.
"I've-um, I've been busy," I admitted as my eyes swept over to Adam, the reason for my business. "But anyway, I was wanting to visit you guys for a few days." Adam held up seven fingers. "A week, at most."
"That would be wonderful! We still have your old bedroom ready and your father would be thrilled to show you some of his tinkerings," she told me.
Adam pointed at me and I sighed. "And I'll be-um, I'll be bringing somebody with me."
"A girl friend?" she guessed.
"No, actually, a guy friend," I admitted.
I pulled the receiver away when a loud squeal came over the line. Adam grinned and and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, Christina! I'm so glad to hear that! We thought you'd never settle down, and your father and I are so looking forward to grandchildren!"
"Mom!" I scolded her.
"Oh, but you must tell me about him, and when you're coming! I have to get everything ready. There's the guest tablecloths to wash, the house to scrub, the spare bedroom to prepare-" There was a pause on the other line. "Will he be staying in the spare bedroom?"
"Yes," I told her.
"Oh, that's fine, your father and I can wait a little longer for grandchildren," she replied.
"Mom, you're doing it again," I hissed.
"Oh, pish-posh, Christsy. I'll have everything ready for you when you come. When can we expect you?" she wondered.
"Um-" I glanced over to Adam.
"Today," he whispered.
"Um, how about today?" I told her.
There came another squeal of surprise. "Then I must get to the store! Everything will be ready for your boyfriend and you when you come. See you later, sweety!" Click.
I pulled the phone away from me and saw she'd hung up on me. I shook my head and set the phone back down on the counter. One look at Adam told me he was infinitely amused. "That's my mom for you. Always wanting everything to be just right and ending up cooking way too much," I quipped.
"Is her cooking terrible?" he wondered.
I walked over and plopped myself beside him. "No, worse. Her cooking is wonderful and I predict I'll gain ten pounds in the next week."
Adam leaned against me and one of his arms slipped over my waist. "As I told you before, I happen to like a little meat on my women."
I snorted. "So you're not afraid to meet either of my parents?"
"Should I be? Your mom certainly sounds-well, energetic," he commented.
"And my dad's a little nuts. He plays editor at the local newspaper by day, and tinkers in the old barn by night," I revealed.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Tinkers how?"
I shrugged. "Oh, the usual. He tears things apart to figure out how they work and can't put them back together again. I think the last time I was there he was still working on an old tractor engine." I snorted as a memory surfaced. "One time he took apart my mom's antique radio and couldn't put it back together. It was a cold couple of days in the house when my mom refused to cook anything but brussel sprouts."
"I don't see the problem."
"My dad hates brussel sprouts."
"Ah, that would be a problem."
"Yeah, my mom's an expert at passive-aggressive behavior, but she doesn't get mad more than once a year. Of course, she didn't forgive him until he took the radio to the local repairman and got it fixed," I added.
Adam chuckled. "I can't wait to meet them."
"Good, because if we're going to be leaving we may as well leave now," I commented.
I jumped to my feet and pulled him up by his hand. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled my back against his chest. His voice lowered to a sultry tone. "What's the hurry? We could perhaps have some more fun."
I nodded down at the open internet page. "Because the weather says we're going to have another four inches of snow, so we'd better get out while we're still able."
Adam sighed and reluctantly released me. "Very well, but we may have to cut short our visit to your parents' home. I do not wish to be away from your bed for so long."
Chapter 2
In a half hour the car was packed, the chimney fire was extinguished, and we left our home-away-from-home for the less-white areas at the feet of the mountain. It was a slow drive down even with the plow truck tracks, but eventually we hit the highway. There was one stop to be made at the general store, and the little bell chimed above us as we entered.
Agnes looked up from the counter and Abner looked over the top of his newspaper. She smiled at us, and even Abner managed a toothy grin. "Well, well, if it isn't the lovebirds. I don't see any rings on those fingers yet," she teased.
"Not yet, but we wished to ask a favor of you, if it isn't too much trouble," Adam told her.
Agnes waved her hand at him. "Nothing's too much trouble for some of our best customers. Now what were you wanting?"
"Well, we will be staying at Chris' parents' home for a week and wish for you to watch over our cabin," he explained.
A wide grin complimented the glitter in Agnes' eyes. "Well, well, taking the next step by visiting the folks. And what's this about you having the same cabin?"
"It's a recent change," he admitted.
"Well, you're not wasting any time getting to the ring part, but sure, we'll watch your cabin. Won't be too much work for us, what with Dad having a snow-cat to get up there even if it snowed twenty inches," she told us.
"But we gotta be careful with that wolf running around," Abner spoke up.
Agnes scowled at him. "You really believe what those Owens boys said about that wolf?"
"Whatever happened to them after the anonymous tip led the police to their drug patch?" Adam spoke up.
Agnes shrugged. "Oh, they and that creepy friend of theirs were arrested and gave this cock-and-bull story about a werewolf attacking their place. They even tried to say Chris here was way back there hiking with it."
"The sheriff's office did come and question us, but we couldn't figure out how they imagined she was there except that perhaps their harassing her had sunk into their minds," Adam mused.
Abner snorted. "That's be the only thing sunk into their thick skulls."
"Well, they didn't stop talking about the werewolf, so I think they got some sort of an evaluation and might plead insanity," she finished.
Abner scowled. "They should plead stupidity. Those damn boys probably just needed glasses, and what they saw was that wolf that was causing problems around that fancy place up there. Wolves can travel pretty far, ya know."
"Yes, Dad, we know
. Anyway, you said you'd be gone for a week?" Agnes asked us.
"About that long," Adam agreed. "If we're there any longer we will contact you."
"Well, you two young'uns have a good time and don't worry a thing about the cabin. We'll be sure to keep a close eye on it, won't we, Dad?" All eyes turned to the old man. He sat slumped in his chair with the paper in his lap and a little bit of drool coming from his mouth. "Dad!"
He jerked awake and whipped his head to and fro. "What? Where?"
Agnes signed and rolled her eyes. "We'll watch over their cabin for them, right?"
Abner frowned and squinted his old eyes at us. "Are those two still here? Why haven't they gone yet? They're wasting daylight."
"I must concur with Mr. Arbuckle. We should be going," Adam agreed.
"See you in a week," I called to the strange familial pair as we left through the door.
"Have fun, you two!" Agnes called back.
Once safely in my car I burst into laughter. "Those two make a strange pair, don't they?" I asked Adam.
He smiled. "Quite a unique pair, but Abner is correct, we should be on our way. Is it not a few hours drive to your childhood home?"
"About two hours with good roads, so let's hope the weather holds," I told him.
We drove onward down the highway that ran for a hundred winding miles to my old home. My thoughts drifted back to the green valley of my youth that sat fifty miles from the city that was my former working home. A forest of trees ringed the valley in a protective barrier of wilderness, and the old, two-story houses were nestled together in their sleepy little neighborhoods. Small shops supplied the locals with their food and other essentials, and on lazy Sundays I recalled memories of getting into the family car and driving to the ice cream parlor for a big sundae.
"You seem distracted," Adam commented.
I started and sheepishly smiled at him. "Just remembering days long past. I haven't been home in a while, and I wonder if things have changed."
