Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Wolfe,” I said with a growl, my fingers deep in his hair.
I felt him smile against my pussy and even release a quiet chuckle, warm air moving over my wet sex. He lifted himself up. “Say please.”
“Fuck you.”
“Ooh, that’s even better.” He moved back between my legs, scooped underneath my thighs with his thick arms, and then dove his mouth into my folds, kissing me with the hardest pressure yet.
I immediately whimpered and trembled and winced all at once, my body dragged to the edge by the ankle before I was tossed over the edge, falling into a climax that made me lose control of my entire body.
Tears released from my eyes and dripped down my cheeks.
His kisses turned gentle when the best had come to pass. Then he crawled up my body until his face was over mine. “Fuck, I love that pussy.” He grabbed his length and directed it inside me before he sank in, making me wince slightly because I was sore from all the fucking we’d done that night.
He sheathed himself completely before he fucked me quick and hard, bringing himself to his final pumps in less than a minute, filling me with another load like I was a fucking piggybank. When he was finished, he rolled over and lay beside me, his forearm sliding beneath his head for support.
I tapped the screen of my phone on the nightstand and saw that it was almost midnight. Wolfe and I stayed up late every night, not because we meant to, but because it just happened that way. So I was tired all day, every day, but then the nights would come, and I was invigorated by the good sex he gave me.
That was when I noticed all the missed calls from Leo. He’d called three times.
Before I could tell Wolfe, loud knocking sounded from downstairs.
Wolfe was up before I had a chance to react to it. He pulled on his boxers and sweatpants and then reached for his bag in the closet to grab a loaded gun. “Expecting anyone?” He was serious and quiet, a whole different person from the one who’d just lain beside me.
“No, but it’s probably my brother.”
“Why would it be your brother?”
“Because he called me a bunch of times. Just noticed the calls now.” I got out of bed and pulled on my underwear and sweatpants. “I’ll answer it.”
Another round of knocking ensued.
Wolfe walked to the window and pulled back the curtains to look outside. “There are no cars.”
“Then it’s probably Leo.”
“He walked all the way here? It’s like a mile.”
“I don’t know,” I said as I left the room. “Let me check.”
Wolfe followed me but stopped at the top of the stairs, the gun in his hand.
When I reached the front door, I heard my brother’s voice. “Wake the fuck up, Frankie!”
I threw the door open. “Cristo, what is your problem?”
“I’m starving.” He moved past me and helped himself inside my house, having a slight stumble and a slur to his words.
I shut the door and followed him into the kitchen.
“You got anything to eat?”
“You walked all the way here?”
“I can’t drive,” he said as he looked in my fridge. “Too drunk.”
“How can you still be drunk?”
He poked his head inside. “Is that chicken?”
“How are you still drunk?” I repeated.
He reached for the casserole dish, and it slipped in his hands and almost fell to the floor.
“Jesus Christ.” I grabbed it before it dropped and shattered all over the floor. “Sit at the table, and I’ll make it.”
“Thanks, man.” He headed to the dining table and sat down in the chair that Wolfe usually occupied. He slumped forward, his face resting in his palm, and groaned.
I scooped everything onto a plate and then microwaved it for a couple minutes. In the meantime, I served him a big glass of water. “Are you going to answer my question?”
“Hmm?” He reached for the water, almost knocked over the glass, and then took a drink.
“How are you still drunk?”
“Oh,” he said as he rubbed his eyes. “I felt like shit all day, so I thought if I drank again, it would make me feel better…but I think that backfired.”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
The microwave beeped when the food was done, and I retrieved it and set it in front of him. “Need me to cut it up for you?”
He rolled his eyes then started to eat with his bare hands instead of using the fork and knife I provided. Food got all over his face and hands, but he continued, splashing sauce on his shirt. “I had no food at the house, and I was going to starve to death.”
“I can’t believe you walked here in the dark.”
“I know every inch of our lands like the back of my hand. Nothing happens here that I don’t know about.”