WOLF - Prequel

by Jessie Cooke

  18

  Something was different. Sabrina wasn’t sure what it was. She was afraid maybe Bruf had told Wolf about her getting drunk and throwing herself at him. She felt like such a fool about that. When Wolf called and said he wanted to see her, she was sure that was what it was about. She hadn’t seen or heard from any of them in over a week, other than the enforcers that still watched over her and her mother, and the lawyers who seemed to be doing everything they could to get the charges dropped, which was the best thing going in her life at that moment. Now, she was sitting in a chair in front of her brother and she felt like she was in the principal’s office awaiting detention.

  “How’s your mom?” Wolf asked her.

  “She’s doing good, like her old self again, almost. Thank you.”

  He nodded and asked, “How are you? Are you doing okay...with everything?” He meant with killing John. Maybe she shouldn’t be okay with that, she thought, but she was. Maybe someday it would haunt her, but so far, she still only felt relief.

  “I’m doing okay,” she said. “Thinking about going back to school next semester.”

  He nodded. “That’s good. The charges should be dropped against your mom by then, and you and she can both put all this shit behind you and move on. I’d like for you and me to...I don’t know, get to know each other, I guess? Have some kind of relationship.”

  “Good,” she said. “I’d like that too.”

  He nodded again and said, “But not here.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Not around here, at the club. I don’t want you around here.”

  “But this is where you live. This is your life...who you are.”

  “Right, it’s my life. But it’s not yours, Sabrina. You’re better than this life and I don’t want you getting sucked into it. If you hang around here these guys will be following you around with their tongues and their dicks hanging out and I’ll have to kill another...”

  “I’m a grown woman, Wolf. It’s not like I’m a kid and you have to protect me from every man in the world. I know the way I came to you...with blood on my hands and still reeling from being...abused...might have made you think I need that, and in that situation, I did. But if we’re just talking about who I choose to date, I don’t think that should really be any concern of yours.”

  He sighed. “Sabrina, let me explain something to you. The men in my world, don’t ‘date.’ They’re looking for a piece of ass, always, and they might get it more than once from a single woman because it’s good pussy...but they’re not looking to keep one. They are looking to get their dick wet, empty their balls, and move on.” Sabrina made a face and he said, “Vulgar, huh? If you can’t handle me putting it like it is, how do you think you’re going to be able to handle the real thing?”

  “You have a relationship.” As soon as she said it, his face changed. It grew dark and almost frightening, and she knew what was different before he even said it.

  “No, I had a relationship, and I realize now what a fucking mistake that was. I won’t make it again. Amara is gone, and she won’t be back.”

  “I’m sorry.” Sabrina didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t seem sad. He seemed pissed, and he was kind of scary when he was pissed.

  “Don’t be sorry,” he said, “I’m happy she’s gone.” He didn’t look happy, but Sabrina didn’t point that out. It did surprise her when he said, “The bitch was trying to have me killed.”

  “Oh my God! It was her?”

  Wolf didn’t answer her, but that was her answer, and he was finished talking about it. “If it’s okay with you, we can meet for dinner sometimes, or lunch,” he said. “Maybe go on some weekend trips and your mom is welcome to come along...”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “No. I don’t want to get to know that guy...the fake you. I don’t need someone in my life that thinks they need to hide who they really are because they think I can’t handle it. I wasn’t sure about you at first, but I decided that I really liked you. Part of what I liked so much about you is that you’re just who you are, and you don’t give a shit who likes it or not. But now...you want me to be okay with you pretending to be someone that doesn’t even exist. No thank you.”

  “Sabrina...”

  “I’m not finished,” she said. “Is this room...secure?”

  He looked like he wanted to smile, but he was still trying to be serious. “Yes, it’s secure.”

  “Okay, so let me tell you what I know about my brother. I know he is the president of an MC that he was raised in. I know from what your father...our father...told me about life in the club, that things aren’t always done on the right side of the law, to say the least. But more than that, I know that the frat house was blown up with those three men inside...because they were the ones that raped me. I know that whoever Amara hired to kill you is probably dead and if she’s still alive it’s only because she’s a woman, and you guys don’t hurt women or, at least you try not to.

  “I know who you are, Wolf, and I know what you do. I know who your men are and what they do. I know the basics of how things operate around here, and I know that what you say is the law around here. As a matter of fact, I know that even if these guys follow me around, as you say, with their dicks and tongues hanging out, that none of them will ever touch me because of who I am. You coming to my house for dinner all cleaned up and using proper language and shit will not be me getting to know my brother. That’s not who you are, nor is it who I want you to be. I judged you and our father without knowing either of you, and I was wrong.”

  Wolf looked torn, like he wanted to throw her out, but at the same time he didn’t. Finally, he said, “I want you to go back to school. If you need help, financially, I want you to ask.”

  “Okay. I was planning on school already. I’ve applied for loans...”

  “No. I’ll pay for it. Coyote owes you that much.”

  Her heart warmed even more toward him. He wanted to help her, but he wanted to blame it on their father, so he didn’t have to accept any kudos for it. “Thank you,” she said. “We’ll see.”

  “You said it yourself, my word is law. It’s decided.”

  She smiled. “Okay, what else?”

  “I would like you to not come here unless I’m on the grounds at the same time, and no drinking—you’re underage.”

  She chuckled. That wasn’t a problem; she rarely drank because when she did, she found herself doing stupid things like she did the other night with Bruf. “Okay, I can live with that. Anything else?”

  “One, and this one is non-negotiable.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what?”

  “You can’t fuck Bruf.” Sabrina gasped out loud.

  “What makes you think I want to fuck Bruf?”

  “I’ve got eyes,” he said. “Besides, he told me what happened the night of the party.”

  “Fucker. What about all this loyalty shit you guys spout?”

  Wolf’s lips twitched, and he said, “Bruf is loyal to me first, to this club. He tells me everything, if it involves me and this club.”

  “So we’re back to where I’m an adult and who I fuck should not involve you.”

  “Non-negotiable,” he said.

  Sabrina curled her lip at him and folded her arms. She knew it was stupid, but she felt betrayed by Bruf. She thought they had some kind of connection and that meant he’d be loyal to her. “Fine. He doesn’t want me anyways.” The look on Wolf’s face told her that maybe he knew otherwise, but he didn’t tell her that. Instead he nodded and said:

  “Okay then, I guess were done.”

  Sabrina stood up, and just because she’d never had a sibling to antagonize, and she knew it would make him uncomfortable, she went around the desk and hugged him. He was stiff in her embrace and he patted her on the shoulder awkwardly. She looked down at him, smiled, and said:

  “You might be the law around here, but the laws of nature predict that since I’m your little sist
er, you’re in for lots of headaches to come. You ready for that?”

  He smiled. “Bring it on, little girl.”

  19

  After Sabrina left, Wolf sat at his desk. For the first time in a long time...he was lost. The past week had been a blur of finding out one thing after the other about the woman he had believed he would spend the rest of his life with. He loved her more than he ever imagined any man could love a woman. He would have taken a bullet for her, but he never imagined that she’d try to force him to take one.

  Wolf supposed that the insurance policy she’d taken out on him was to pay off her old man’s debt and set her up, at least until she found another man to support her. Sadly, at this point, he almost wished that he would have gone with that theory and not had Hunter, the investigator for the Southside Skulls, follow the trail that led to the biggest heartbreak of his life. The trail began at the gym in the center of the controversy between him and Amara’s father...and disgustingly, that was where it ended as well. The theory at first was that her old man was pulling the strings, but what Hunter found out was that there was another player...one that Wolf hadn’t met yet face to face, but he would...very soon.

  Hunter started tracing Amara’s steps using her credit card and cell phone records. Wolf had bought the gym from an ex-fighter. The guy was down on his luck and eager to sell. Wolf spent quite a bit of time with the guy while the particulars were taken care of and papers were signed...and he decided quickly that he didn’t like him. So, once the gym was in the club’s hands, and the guy, Clay, offered his services as a personal trainer, Wolf declined, and maybe not very nicely. Clay was on his last legs by then and Wolf’s exact words...if he remembered correctly...just might have been “Fuck off.” After a few days Wolf forgot all about him...but apparently, Clay didn’t move on as easily. Hunter found a phone call from Clay to Amara a few days after escrow closed on the building. Then a few days later, text messages...and then more text messages. While Wolf was working to secure their future, his whore of a wife was starting an affair with a steroid-infused, washed-up fighter...and somehow the two of them jumped from fucking, to plotting Wolf’s demise. They used Brown and Amara’s cousin hoping that if those two were killed in the process, the trail wouldn’t lead back to them. But like most criminals, whores, and wife-fuckers, they made stupid mistakes...and now, they would pay for them.

  Wolf was still sitting behind the desk, almost an hour after Sabrina had gone, and the sun had gone down, when there was a knock on the door. “Yeah!”

  The door opened slowly, and Tricia appeared in the doorway, holding a plate full of food in one hand and a beer in the other. “Hey, Boss, sorry to bother you...but you need to eat.”

  Wolf smiled and waved her in. When she set the food and beer down in front of him he said, “What makes you think I haven’t eaten?”

  She rolled her pretty blue eyes and said, “Because I know you...maybe better than anyone else around here. I know you’re hurting and I know you’re pretending like you’re not. I know you have to keep that tough-ass exterior while you’re falling apart inside. And I know while you’re doing all that, you’re busy thinking about everything else except for what you need.”

  Wolf put his arm around her waist and pulled her down so he could kiss her cheek. He started to let her go, but instead he slid his mouth up to her ear and said, “You wanna guess what else I need?”

  She laughed. He liked the sound of her laugh. He always had. She was just a genuine, caring soul and one of Wolf’s absolute favorite people. “You’re my best friend, Boss. You need me, I’m here for you...whatever it is you need.”

  He smiled and nuzzled his beard into the side of her face. “I need to not be alone tonight,” he said.

  She lifted her head up and smiled back. “Eat first. I’ll meet you at the house in twenty minutes.”

  “I could eat you instead...”

  “Oh, trust me, you’ll be doing that too, but I’m dessert. Eat, you’ll need the fuel.”

  He chuckled. “Okay,” he said, letting go of her and picking up his fork. “I’m eating.” She winked at him and said,

  “See ya soon.” His eyes went to her nice, full ass and his cock twitched as he watched her walk away. Trish was going to be just what the doctor ordered for him tonight, and he knew from their history that tomorrow morning things would be just as comfortable between them as they always had been.

  Twenty minutes later, when Wolf got to his house, Tricia was waiting for him in his bedroom. She was wearing a thong and a sheer nightie, and she looked just as good at forty as she had at twenty-six. Wolf didn’t say a word. He just grabbed her around the waist and their lips collided. He liked her lingerie, but it was in his way. As her arms went up around his neck and her fingernails dug into it, he pulled the little nightie up until she let go of him and held up her arms. He broke the kiss and pulled the nightie off her and then he attacked her neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue while he walked her backwards to the bed. His hands were all over her body. He hadn’t felt another body since Amara’s and he was almost surprised to discover that he wasn’t disappointed that it wasn’t her. He was just fine with it being his friend...because he had zero doubts that Tricia loved him and would be loyal to him to the death.

  He pushed her down on the bed and she reached for his belt. He watched her undo it and he reached down and held her blonde hair back out of her face while she undid his pants. She unzipped him slowly, sliding her soft hand down into his shorts and wrapping it around his raging hard cock. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as she used the other hand to pull down his shorts and his hot, hard cock hit the air. The next thing he felt was her tongue on the tip of his cock. She licked off the thick bead that had formed there and then with it still hot on her tongue, she licked all the way around the bulbous head. He shivered as she ran her hot tongue down the underside of his shaft and then spent some time licking, kissing, and lightly sucking his balls, one at a time.

  He’d forgotten just how good she was at this and for the first time in a week, his body felt young again. She licked back up to the tip and then opened her lips and looked up at him. He brushed her hair back again so he could watch her slip her sexy lips around the head of his cock and slowly begin to take it into her mouth, an inch at a time. Before long, her mouth was wrapped tightly around the entire length of him and she began to suck. Wolf’s gentle hold on her hair turned into a desperate clutch and he pulled at the roots of it as he moved his hips in and out, fucking her mouth and letting the good feelings flow through him.

  Tricia sucked him for a long time and when Wolf had finally had enough, he pulled her up off the bed and kissed her again, tasting himself in her mouth and feeling his cock twitch wildly again as he did. He dropped her back down to the bed and pushed her up so that she was in the center before he took off the rest of his clothes and then pulled off her thong. He pressed his hands into the bed on either side of her then and he dropped his face down into her mound and used his beard to tickle and tantalize her. He rubbed his face back and forth and she dug her fingers into his scalp and lifted her hips off the bed, begging him with her moans for him to go lower.

  He pushed her legs further apart and passed over her clit, close enough so that she whimpered when she felt his hot breath on it. He moved down so his face was deep between her thighs and then with the tip of his tongue he started at the bottom of her slit and licked upwards, slowly. He stopped short of her clit and did it again and again...until she was writhing all over the bed. When she was so hot that he thought she might be ready to come, that was when he finally wrapped his lips around her hard clit and sucked it into his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth across it, loving the sexy moans and groans that she was making as he did. He sucked on it and he used the sides of his teeth to scrape against it. She gripped his hair hard and said:

  “Jesus, Wolf...I’m going to come all over your face.” That was when he brought up a hand and shoved two fingers up into her sopping
-wet pussy. She cried out and her fingernails nearly penetrated his skull as she arched her back up off the bed and came...hard. “Fuck!” she yelled out. “Fuck! I almost forgot how good you are at that.”

  Wolf chuckled and pulled up so he could see her face. Her blue eyes were shining and her pale skin was flushed red from her cheeks to her lips and chin. “Don’t ever forget,” he told her with a wink, “or I might have to remind you...again.”

  She was still trying to catch her breath as she said, “Remind me how good that fat cock feels in my pussy.”

  He grinned at her and said, “First, I want to give these beauties some attention.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hands and lowered his mouth to it. He ran his tongue across her hard nipple and felt her shudder underneath him. He closed his lips on it and sucked it into his mouth. He sucked harder until he had a mouthful of her firm breast. Trish arched her back and pushed her chest harder into his face, her breast deeper into his mouth, and she moaned. Wolf sucked and licked on that breast and then gave the other the same treatment before moving again so that his body was positioned directly over hers and their hips met and his hard cock pressed into her belly, and then he leaned down and kissed her. He took his time kissing her, reacquainting himself with her mouth. He licked and sucked at her tongue and tasted every dark, delicious crevice. Then he pulled his tongue out and ran it across her lips.