On the way home his hands don’t leave me, like he suddenly can’t believe I’m here, and that I’m his.
Wolf
Red’s head is on my chest, and her fingers idly run along the border of dark hair that runs down my torso from navel to chest, sending shivers up my spine. It’s late, or possibly early; but after being given the green light that allows me to do more than just moderate exercise, I’ve finally been able to have my way with her all over this new apartment. Now that we’ve christened almost every surface, we can say it’s really ours. I can’t get over how beautiful she is, how soft, how insatiable she makes me feel and how vulnerable, like I might lose her again. Time is suddenly a commodity I couldn’t take for granted.
Before Jenny, I guess I never really worried about the future, about life being so short. Before I felt like I had so much of it. I was invincible. Fuck it, I’m not even thirty yet; but when I woke up seeing Red by my bedside and cops outside my room, and felt pain slashing throughout my body, I’ve realised how much time I’ve wasted, let dissolve away like a mirage for single nights of empty orgasms instead of a life time of fulfillment with Red.
I should’ve never let her go, and as I stroke her hair and feel her heat against me, I know with every fibre of my being, I never will.
“I have to get up,” she moans into my chest, pulling away and stretching. Her perfect fucking tits on display makes my body harden, again.
“No, you don’t,” I growl and pull her back, sucking on one of her delectable nipples. She screams and giggles and bats me away.
“I do,” she kisses me, and I know she’s loath to leave in the same way I hate to let her go, “Becca won’t give me another extension and my portfolio is due today.”
I release her and watch her go. The shower comes on and I force myself to stay put, knowing if I go in there with her, the only thing she will get done is me. She’s worked too hard for me to ruin it for her cause my cock craves her like a sixteen-year-old teenager without any control.
She walks out with just a towel around her and proceeds to drop it, getting dresses in front of me.
“Are you trying to torture me?”
“Maybe just a little.” She winks.
“I’ve been up all night, I’ve worked hard, and I am one hungry fucking Wolf. Don’t tempt me Red, I’m not sure I keep my hands to myself much longer.”
A sly smile creeps onto her face, “Once I’m done with Becca, you can show me your very big hands.”
I clench fistfuls of the sheet and our eyes lock, “The better to feel you with.”
“And your very big mouth,” she steps forwards her voice husky.
“The better to taste you with.” I lick my bottom lip, my cock harder than a desert rock.
“And your massive cock.” She straddles me.
I groan desperately as she grinds against me. “The better to fuck you with.”
I snatch her mouth and kiss her brutally. She wrenches away breathless and climbs off.
“Later,” she croaks, and I know if she doesn’t leave now, there will not be a later.
She exits the room and I fall back onto the bed, sucking in all the air in the room. It doesn’t help, her smell is soaked into every surface. I let out a hungry groan and go take a cold shower.
Red
“These are beautiful,” Becca smiles at me and it’s all I can do not to evaporate into a self-satisfied fog.
“Thank you.” I hope she knows how much I mean it.
“You are very talented Red.” She beams at me, “I’ll make some phone calls, I’m sure a few of my friends would love to display your work in their galleries.’
“Really?” It’s hard to stay composed when I want to squeal and jump out of my skin.
She puts down my work and sighs, “Guess I’ll just have to find myself another trainee.”
The way she says it leaves no questions; she believes in me.
“I can’t thank you enough, for everything,” I’m giddy, “but I’d like to stay as long as you’ll have me. I know I still have a lot to learn, and Caleb would be miserable without me.”
“Well, no one wants that.” She winks at me.
We sit for a while longer and discuss my future and everything it might hold, before I leave she draws me into a warm hug and tells me how proud she is. My eyes sting with tears and my heart with pride.
I want to run all the way home. I’m a ball of excited energy when I burst through the door and search for Wolf. I find him in the bed, looking only half awake. His mouth splits into a panty melting smile when his gaze latches on to mine, and my fingers itch to run through his mussy hair.
“Hey.”
“Hi. How did it go?”
“Amazing!” I let out my excitement in a too high-pitched scream and launch myself onto the bed where he chuckles at my joy.
“Amazing?” He pulls himself up on an elbow and the sheet falls away from him, showing off his sculpted torso.
I fill him in on my meeting with Becca and he grabs me onto him, our lips crash together.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmurs against my mouth, and I pull at the sheet that covers him. He’s still naked, and just my eyes on him makes his cock swell and harden.
I grip his cock in my hand and squeeze lightly. He hisses and I squeeze a little harder as his mouth collides with mine.
“Red,” he growls, as my hands pumps his hardening cock, “you’re fucking amazing.”
I don’t answer but rather pull away, slide down the bed, dip my head, and lick the tip of his cock. He hisses, his head falls back into the pillow, and his hand sinks into my hair, fisting the strands. I take him into my mouth, and his purr ripples through me.
He sucks his lower lip into his mouth and his eyes screw shut as I lick and suck and flick just the tip of his cock, while my hand glides up and down his shaft. His hips buck as he grows even harder in my mouth, wanting to force his way inside.
“Red,” his voice cracks with warning and desperation; it’s a delicious mix that trickles through my body. I close my mouth around his shaft and glide down along it. His body goes rigid and an agonised sound tumbles from his mouth.
I torment him, keeping an uneven pace. He growls and grumbles, needing his release. I love watching his pleasure build, the way his stomach clenches and face twists and breath falls from him in short, sharp pants.
When I reach for his balls I think he’s about to rip the sheet in half. His hands clutch at the fabric, his knuckles white, “Fuck Red,” he groans and everything inside me lights up. I always want him to call my name like this.
I line up and suck him deep then glide up and down, quickening my pace till his body jerks and his hand rips into my hair. “I’m going to come,” he warns, but I don’t pull back. His eyes squeeze shut, jaw slightly parted. He gasps and his release spills down the back of my throat.
When he’s done, I let him fall from my mouth and give him a beat to catch his breath.
“Fuck Red…” he sucks in a gritty breath, “will you do that every time you get a gallery to show your stuff?”
“Probably.” I wink at him and his jaw falls open for a second before a wicked smile crosses his face.
“I think I might be okay with that.”
I bite my lower lip and battle a smile, “You seem to be okay with anything where my mouth is wrapped around you c—"
“—I fucking love you Red” he doesn’t let me finish and his lips crush mine in a bruising, bone melting kiss that promises our happily ever after.
The end.
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Acknowledgments
A Word from Jane
I would like to start by thanking you the reader, so much for reading! If you enjoyed the story, please leave a review and recommend the book to any friend you think would love Wolf and Red’s story. You will have my eternal love and gratitude.
Even a few short words go a long way.
As always, I would love to thank my wonderful friend and beta Dawn, her enthusiasm knows no boundaries, her genuine love for books reading and helping authors is contagious and humbling. I have loved having her in my corner. Thank you.
To my amazing editor and friend Sarah, you’re inspirational and you have all the right words to say when I’m feeling like mine aren’t sufficient.
To Kirsty, you know how much you mean to me, thank you for everything little thing you do.
To the ghost man who haunts me, this book wouldn’t exist without you. Without your input, feedback, motivational techniques and nights full of laugher I would have never got this done. Sometimes when you’re not the worst, you’re the best. Thank you x.
To all my other betas and C/Ps your input and critiques have been invaluable without you Wolf would never have been.
About the Author
Jane Wynters doesn’t quite know how to answer the question of “where are you from?” She’s moved from place to place like a snowflake on the wind always searching for a safe place to land. She loves meeting new people and exploring new places. She loves reading, writing and conjuring new worlds from her imagination. Coffee is at the top of her food pyramid and she is fluent in three languages and sarcasm.
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