When he left for work, my lips felt the aftermath along with the aching between my legs. I did what any woman would do—I looked at every nook and cranny I could. It turned up nothing, thankfully. Wolf’s home may be on the older side, like much older, it’s probably in the historic category. It’s been remodeled somewhat, like the kitchen and living room in the downstairs area. The master bedroom and bathroom were done. It’s kept with the time period too, with its gleaming hardwood floors, soft paint colors, furniture that’s built for comfort and made of real leather. What had me stopping in my tracks was the back of the house. It’s been untouched, but I could imagine so many things happening with it. If it were screened in, it could be used well beyond the summer months, and even into winter if you had some of those portable propane heaters. A daybed swing, draped with pillows and blankets, where you could relax while enjoying an evening snuggled up together. It would be perfect, the cows mooing in the distance along with the noises of the chickens. I wonder if this goes where I’m pretty sure it is going if he’d let me add some pigs and donkeys to the mix.
I’m nestled in the pillows and blankets of Wolf’s bed. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but once it hit eleven o’clock at night, my eyes started drooping. And, let’s face it, there’s only so much snooping a girl can do. There were a few photos with friends at a rodeo, all of them standing together, Wolf in the middle. The guys on each side of him were clearly brothers. I left the television on when I moved my way up here to help with the stillness of the night. It’s how I’ve always slept, the quiet making my mind work non-stop if not. That must be why I didn’t hear Wolf come in.
“Hmm,” I mumble when a hand glides over my stomach while another travels under the nape of my neck. The fresh scent of Wolf’s soap I used earlier today, an earthy scent, reminding me of fresh air with an undertone of leather.
“Shhh, sleep, sunshine,” Wolf murmurs in my ear, giving my body the opposite effect of falling back asleep, not with the way his rasp causes goose bumps to pebble along the skin of my body.
“Wolf.” I took off his boxer briefs before sliding into his bed. I never wear panties to bed, and maybe, just maybe, I was thinking something else would happen too. Which seems to be the case now because my shirt is rucked up from the shifting of my body while sleeping and I can feel Wolf’s bare cock notch between the globes of my ass.
“Fuck,” I hear him grumble, but instead of doing anything about both of us being bare to each other, he glides his hand up the length of my torso until the palm of his hand is full of my breast. Sleeping is going to be damn near impossible with the way he’s perfectly aligned to my body.
“God.” The way he’s pulling at my nipple, it’s making me want to turn around and literally attack him.
“Not tonight. You want me in the morning, I’m yours. For now, you sleep.” I guess that’s putting a damper on things, which sucks, but Wolf is probably right. I look at the alarm clock he keeps on the nightstand and see that it’s well after three o’clock in the morning. Wolf must be exhausted. So much for him not being gone long. Things must have been busy at the bar, or he ran into trouble.
“Okay, you win. This time at least.” It doesn’t stop me from wiggling my ass or for Wolf to push into me from behind. God, how easy it would be for him to slide inside me, even with the girth slightly worrying me. I bet the pain would be worth it for the pleasure.
“Get some sleep, sunshine. I know you’ll be raring to go the minute the sun peaks over the horizon.” He kisses me beneath my ear, and I swear he does it on purpose.
“Good night,” I respond.
“Night, sunshine.” His voice, it’s so deep and sultry that I could listen to him talk forever. My eyes close, and I cherish the feeling of him surrounding me.
Nine
Wolf
Sleeping with Reese is not easy. I’m not sure if she realizes how much the squirming did to my hard-on. At one point, her hand was on my cock, not jacking it off, just holding it, like she was making sure I wasn’t going anywhere. I wouldn’t leave her, not even if the fires of hell were after me.
Now, Reese’s head is in the crook of my neck, leg hiked up and over my hip. Her warm center just hovering over my cock. I know one slight movement and I could be inside her. Not to mention she somehow lost her shirt in the midst of her moving around. I’ll have to make a note of just stripping her down naked before getting into bed at night. That and turning the air down, something I forgot to do last night, between my body heat and her twisting and turning.