Eighteen
Wolfe
Why does she have to taste so damn good? I part her lips with my tongue and she wraps her arms around my neck. We begin to kiss and her body presses against mine, and that ache I was feeling on the drive back from Boston intensifies a millionfold.
“I can’t stay back here long,” Rebel pants, breaking the kiss.
“I know,” I say, because I don’t want her getting in trouble and sacrificing her job for whatever is going on between us. This is only a hookup. No commitments.
My arms wrap around her waist and our tongues tangle. “What if I just slip a finger inside you?”
She moans. “You’re making it very difficult for me to say no.”
“So don’t.”
“I said I was going to the bathroom. I can’t exactly have an earth-shattering orgasm right now,” she says, and my hand cups her between her legs. She must be wet because I can feel her heat.
“Is that what I give you? Earth-shattering orgasms?” I tweak her nipple.
“Your ego is big enough. I don’t think I should be contributing to its size,” she says breathily as she sucks on my lower lip.
“I’m so damn hard.” I push my hard-on against her thigh.
She moans some more, seemingly turned on by my words.
“I should go,” she says, pressing herself against me. I rub her between her legs. “That feels so good, Wolfe.”
* * *
“Say my name again,” I urge her.
“Wolfe,” she breathes and rubs her hand up and down my jeans right over my cock.
“Come back to my house tonight. I’ll pick you up after your shift,” I say, but my voice is so pleading I’m sure I sound like I’m begging. Maybe I am.
She hesitates and I see the wheels turning in her head. “Okay.” Her agreement surprises me since it’s the middle of the night, not a quick afternoon hookup.
“Text me when your done here?”
She nods.
The door to the closet flings open and light shines in, blinding me. Rebel pulls away from me.
“Oh shit, sorry.” Matt the cook stands there looking shocked.
“Sorry,” Rebel says, straightening out her shirt.
I straighten my cock in my jeans. “I was just leaving. I had a message to deliver to Rebel,” I say. I walk past the dude, but first I wait to make sure Rebel is okay.
“Sure,” Matt says.
Rebel eyes him awkwardly, her cheeks stained pink.
“Dishes are piling up,” he tells her.
Douchebag.
Rebel rushes back to her station.
I follow her and lean into her ear. “You okay?”
“I’m lucky that wasn’t Darren,” she whispers, just as the kitchen door swings open and Darren walks in.
“I don’t know how you snuck by me, Judd, but you really can’t be back here. It causes all kinds of trouble,” he says, but he doesn’t sound angry, just maybe annoyed.
“Sorry, man. I’m heading out,” I tell him, giving his shoulder a friendly tap. He looks at me, then at Rebel, curiously. Rebel has her gloves back on and she’s busy washing dishes.
“Yeah, okay,” Darren says.
I head out the door, figuring I already gave Rebel my goodbye. I make my way out of the bar and back to my place. The guys aren’t back from town yet, which is good. I know Rebel is uneasy with them around and I can’t blame her. They can act like idiots.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. Coach’s words ring in my mind. They want me to try and enter the draft. That changes all my plans. I wonder what Rebel would say. The moment I think the thought I have a WTF moment. What is wrong with me? She’s a hookup. We’re having fun. So why do I care to discuss a life-altering decision with her then?
Nineteen
Rebel
“Don’t think I didn’t notice him sneaking back here,” Holland says as she drops off more dishes at my station. At this rate I’m never getting out of here tonight. I’m guessing it’s because finals are coming up and some students just need a break.
I blush.
“He’s coming to your place of work. He’s invading every part of your life and you still want to call this a hookup? I’m not trying to be the bearer of bad news, but Wolfe Judd isn’t boyfriend material. I’ve heard horror stories, and I know you. You’re falling for him,” she says.
“He’s different with me. I can’t explain it, but I don’t see the heartless prick everyone talks about. He’s sweet and caring.”
“Oh, shit. You have it bad. Come, let’s head out to the dock,” she says, because its break time.
I remove my gloves and dry my hands. It’s late and I’m tired, but the thought of going back to Wolfe’s place has me wired.
“I do have it bad,” I admit, sulking. I turn around to make sure no one is in earshot and then whisper, “He wants me to spend the night at his place tonight. I haven’t been with anyone since Trevor. I’m nervous and…”
“You actually want to go there with him?” Holland asks, shocked. “He’s a hit it and run kind of guy.”
“I don’t think he’ll be that way with me. I can’t say I’m totally sure of it, but I just can’t believe that after everything we’ve shared he would drop me like a sack of potatoes.”
“He’s done it many times before.” She gives me a pointed look.
“I have to take the chance. My heart is already on the line. He’s in a position to hurt me now, and yet I still want this. I want him.”
Holland leans in to hug me. “Then go for it, babe. Have a good time.” A resigned smile graces her lips and I know she’s right. This is about a good time. Wolfe has admitted the same to me. I’ll just take what I can get.
“Thanks,” I tell her. “He’s going to pick me up after my shift, so I won’t need a ride tonight.”
“Okay.” She nods and then squeals quietly. “I’m excited for you, Rebel, and jealous too.”
“I’m not one to talk, but guys hit on you all the time. You just don’t give them a second glance,” I say.
“I’m always so damn busy with school. There’s never any time for me,” she says.
“Maybe you should consider making time.”
“And risk my grades? Never.” She’s seriously obsessed with becoming a doctor. I guess that’s what makes her happy.
“You have needs,” I tell her.
“And one of those football players passed me his number. I’m thinking of just hooking up with him. I really don’t have time for anything else, and I do have needs that have long been neglected.”
“Honestly, if you would have said this to me even a few months ago, I would tell you no way. But now that I’m feeling what I am with Wolfe, I want you to have it too. It’s exhilarating and…”
Matt walks by us and gives me the stink-eye. “It’s like I don’t know you anymore,” he says to me. Then he continues to walk toward the supply closet.
“What the hell was that about?” Holland asks, her lip curving in disgust.
“He may have accidentally walked in on me and Wolfe making out in the supply closet,” I say bashfully.
“Rebel, you’re starting to live up to your namesake.” She rolls her eyes.
“May as well, right?” I snicker.
“Yeah,” Holland answers, but her tone sounds defeated or maybe wistful?
We head back inside and I get back to work washing dishes. I don’t like having conflict with a coworker, but there is nothing I can do about not being into Matt. He just has to accept that.
At the end of the night, I text Wolfe and he comes to pick me up. My heart beats fast as I get into his car. I don’t know if it’s from the anticipation of seeing him or the fact that I’m nervous.
He leans over and gives me a peck on the lips. It may have been a while since I had a boyfriend, but as far as I can remember he is sure acting like one. It messes with my head.
“How was the rest of your night?” he asks.
“Mostly uneventful. Matt seems to be giving me attitude,” I tell him.
“Really? Why?”
“I don’t know what his problem is. I told him I wasn’t interested in dating in general and then he caught us together, but it’s honestly none of his business. I’m allowed to change my mind. I don’t owe him an explanation as to why he’s not my type.”
Wolfe grins. “Oh yeah? What is your type?” he asks playfully as his hand rests on my upper thigh.
A certain hockey player with the most amazing blue eyes.
“Oh, you know, the really nerdy types who stay home and do lots of homework. Maybe dark eyes and dark hair,” I answer, wanting to play with him since I’ve described his exact opposite.
“Hell no. That is not your type. You wouldn’t react to me the way you do if it were.” He looks at me sideways with narrowed eyes.
I laugh because I love the sound of that slight insecurity in his tone. “Speaking of reactions. You should know I haven’t been with anyone since my junior year of high school,” I admit. I’ve probably picked the most awkward time to tell him, but I can’t help thinking it and I needed him to know.
Wolfe stays quiet. Say something. Anything.
“Say something,” I whisper nervously.
“I went to watch the guys play against Yale tonight,” he says, and my stomach sinks from his deflection. “They won the game, but that wasn’t the craziest part of the evening.”
“No? What was?” An uneasy feeling washes through me as to where this conversation is headed.
“Coach told me he thinks I have what it takes to enter the draft this year,” he says, and I exhale.
“That’s amazing, Wolfe.” I beam excitedly. Only, when I look at him, his gaze looks heavy and I sense a storm brewing inside him.
“I was excited and thrown off because I was never going to be a pro hockey player, but more than all of that, I wanted to find you and talk to you. My head is messed up and I don’t know what to do, but I just felt like it was something I want to share with you,” he says, and I don’t know what he’s trying to do, but my heart bursts even more. Oh, Wolfe.
“I like our talks too.” I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder because it’s the best I can do while he’s driving. “That’s great news about being able to play. You’ve been working hard with your training and it’s paid off.”
“Thanks,” he says glumly.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t know what to do about entering the draft. My plan was law school.” His brow furrows.
“That means you can be a professional hockey player, right?”
Wolfe bursts into laughter. “You really don’t know anything about hockey, do you?”
“Not a single thing,” I admit proudly.
His smile spreads his cheeks. “I like that about you.”
“Does that mean if I learn the game and want to come watch you play, you wouldn’t like me anymore?”
“Would you want to come watch me play?” I don’t know what to make of the storm brewing in his eyes or the depth of pain he looks like he is in.
“Of course. I would want to support you.”
He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. “Thanks, Rebel. That means a lot.”
“It should,” I joke. “I hate big crowds or places where I’ll be noticed,” I say, so that he understands he is important to me. That I’m willing to go out of my comfort zone for him. I can’t even believe my own thoughts. But maybe I can, because we’re going to have sex back at his place, and I don’t just give myself to anyone.
“I know, and that means a lot to me. I want you to know that,” he says.
We pull into his driveway. There are another two cars parked one behind the other.
“I don’t know if the guys are back or not. They didn’t take their cars for the game. They may be smashed. Just giving you a heads up,” he warns.
“It’s fine.” I follow Wolfe inside the house. He takes my hand and we go straight to his room. The house is pretty quiet, so I’m guessing we’re the only ones here.
My silly awkwardness returns when he closes the door and looks at me with heat in his eyes. “We can take things slow. I heard what you said in the car about it being a while. I don’t know if this is a good thing to say, but after the game, I went for a bite to eat at a bar with the guys. This chick hit on me,” he says, and I stiffen and it feels like my heart drops.
“Oh?” I say, slinking back.
“I wasn’t interested,” he clarifies, stepping toward me. “I was thinking of you. I said if we did this that it would only be you, and I meant it.”
The tightness in my chest relaxes.
“I want you, Rebel, and it scares the shit out of me.” He sounds so vulnerable.
“I want you too.”
He takes a step toward me and claims my lips. And just like that, I am his.
Twenty
Wolfe
It feels so good to hug her and kiss her. When she told me she hadn’t had sex since high school I froze. She doesn’t get around, which I assumed, but more than anything, she trusts me. No one trusts me. Not even my family, so her putting her faith in me means a lot.
I coax Rebel’s mouth open with my tongue and reach under her shirt and run my palm over her breast. “If this is too much and you only want to talk, that’s okay too,” I say, not recognizing my own voice. But Rebel isn’t some bunny who’s here for the street cred.
“I want this,” she says softly, and her breath tickling my lips and those words do something to my insides.
I claim her lips again hungrily, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back. The kiss is filled with so much passion it makes me heady.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I tell her.
She hesitates.
I realize this must have to do with her prosthesis.
When I glance at her, she frowns.
“What is it?” I ask.
“You know I lost a part of my leg and foot,” she says.
“I thought I could still lift you to the bed with your legs wrapped around me.” I give her what I hope is a gentle, understanding look.
“You can. It’s just…” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “Isn’t it weird for you to touch my prosthesis? It was so weird for me when I first got it.”
“It’s not something I’ve dealt with before,” I mumble, trying to figure out the right thing to say, knowing what a sensitive topic this must be for her and accepting that this is another way she is trusting me with her insecurities. Something presses against my chest and I feel this overbearing need to protect her, to take away her pain.
“And it doesn’t bother you?” Surprise and maybe disbelief lace her tone.
“No, it doesn’t bother me. I think you’re beautiful.” I reach out and caress her face. “And I think your body is smoking-hot and you have the best tits.” I grin. I want her to know that I see so much more than her prosthesis. “And it kind of helps that I really like your personality and how nice you are to people and helpful too.”
“Stop,” she says, lifting a hand. If it weren’t so dark in the room, I would guess that she’s blushing.
“Why? You don’t like compliments?” I reach back under her shirt and tickle her.
She squirms away.
“I’m just not used to them,” she says shyly.
“Well, you should be used to them.”
“Easier said than done,” she scoffs.
I can’t help but wonder what type of accident she had that resulted in the loss of part of her leg, but I know it isn’t my place to ask. That info will have to come from her when she’s ready—if she ever is.
“Well, let me show you just how hot I think you are.” I pepper kisses on her lips.
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” she asks as her body melts into mine. We are so good together. We match.
“I figured we could take things slow,” I say softly. “I can
start by kissing you here.” I kiss her just below her ear. I trail soft kisses down her neck. Her head lolls to the side and I feel goose bumps erupt on her skin. I lick a trail and suck on her neck.
“What are you doing? You’re going to mark me?” she says playfully.
“Maybe I want to mark you.” My dick pulses at the thought. Instead of lifting her with her legs wrapped around my waist, I swipe her off her feet sideways.
“Wolfe,” she chides, but her smile is wide and she laughs.
“You weren’t comfortable with wrapping your legs around me and I need you on that bed, so I figured this way was easiest.”
She smiles and our gazes hold. I forgot to tell her she has the most beautiful, kind eyes I’ve ever seen too, but I hold back because maybe I’m giving her too many compliments. I don’t usually compliment chicks. I like to stick with “you’re so hot, babe,” but Rebel is the whole package. And the way she makes me feel? Well, the words just pour out unplanned.
I lay her gently on the bed and watch her throat bob.
“Don’t be nervous,” I tell her.
“I hope I still remember what to do.” She laughs anxiously.
“Every other time has been really good between us, hasn’t it?”
“It has,” she agrees.
I stand up and take off my shirt and then my attention is back on her as I lean over and kiss her. Her fingers come up and tangle in my hair. I use my arms to support myself above her and, like always, the kiss grows heated fast as those sparks ignite between us.
Her hands rub up and down my back, and I reach under her shirt and tweak her nipple through her bra. It puckers beneath my touch.
“We need these clothes off,” I mumble against her lips before lifting her shirt over her head. “Your bra too.” I unclasp it. She helps me remove it and throws it onto the floor. Her nipples stand to attention as I lower my mouth to her right breast. I lick the hardened bud and listen to her breaths increase in pace.
“That feels good,” she says, pressing her chest into my mouth.
I move to the other breast and suck and nip as she moans softly. She plays with my hair and it turns me on more. My cock presses painfully in my jeans, but I want this moment to last and I want to make her feel amazing.
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