Chapter 24
Full House: Scoring a try, conversion, penalty and drop goal in the same match.
Translation: Oh, yeah . . . I’m gonna score.
Everly
Holy shit, this is happening, I nearly squeal out loud when Wolf drives the rest of the way toward Jamestown. I bite my lip to stop myself from speaking.
Speaking is bad. Speaking is where I get myself into trouble. Silence is good.
“What are you doing?” I ask when Wolf passes the entrance to Fletcher Mountain.
“Condoms.” He spares me a heated glance that I feel right between my legs as he parks in front of the Mercantile general store.
While he’s inside, I make the snap decision to hop back into the driver’s seat, wincing when I spot Judy through the picture
window of the bar. “Nothing to see here, Judy,” I say through clenched teeth with a polite smile. “Just stopping for some
milk.”
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, Wolf’s words still echoing in my head. Don’t ever be less. You’re exactly enough.
It’s like we’re standing outside Hilow’s apartment all over again and he’s telling me cringe is better than cool. Conri really
has a way with words. And he has no idea how much I needed to hear them.
It’s always been a trigger for me when someone tells me I’m “too much.” The girls from my high school would say that to me a lot, even though we were all supposedly friends.
Moments where I’d get excited about something—the latest Taylor Swift album, homecoming, a boy I liked.
They’d call me “extra” but not in a kind way.
They said it in the why-do-we-put-up-with-her sort of way.
When Cliona declared that we were soulmates, I remember feeling as though it were helping soothe that childhood wound. And now her brother is saying similar things . . .
“Don’t ever be less.”
Butterflies race in my belly when his tall frame comes out of the Mercantile. He slides into the passenger seat and shoots
me a curious look.
“The hills have eyes,” I state seriously, my hands trembling anxiously. “I know I’m a grown adult and can do what I want,
but hiding this from my uncles is kind of necessary, don’t you think?”
He sits back in his seat and nods as I head up the mountain, past Mount Millie and the red barn. As I venture closer to the
cabins, I shake my head in frustration. Compound living is fun, they said. Being neighbors with my uncles will be a blast,
they said. I’ll get to see my cousins whenever I want, they said. All well and good until I want to fuck the crap out of the
one guy I shouldn’t be without fear of being seen and roasted by my entire family. I reach out and shove Wolf’s head down,
and he laughs as he bends in half to duck and cover.
I park in front of my cabin and jerk my head from side to side, trying to look for any forms of life down the hill. “Luke
and Addison next door are our biggest threat, and they’re busy with my grandma and Baby Levi, so I think we should be fine.
Plus, the rain makes it hard to see anything right now, but maybe just to be safe, crouch and stay low and hug the shadows
when you come in behind me.”
“Should I crawl on the ground just to be safe?” Wolf blinks back at me, his eyes full of mirth.
“Hey, man, I’m trying to save your life,” I exclaim, ignoring his teasing look. “You told me not to hold back, and I’m taking
that literally. Or is it too much for me to openly admit that I want you to fuck my brains out?”
He closes his eyes as if in pain. “It’s just enough, Everly Fletcher.”
“Okay then,” I reply with a smirk. With one searing final look, we collectively jump out of my SUV and scurry into the cabin,
still soaked to the bone from the flat-tire fiasco.
As soon as we’re inside, I grab his hand to drag him down the hallway toward my room, away from all the windows and closer
to my bed. Before I even get a chance to turn the bedroom light on, Wolf’s hands are on me. Big, rough palms sliding over
wet clothes, unceremoniously peeling the offensive fabric off my body as we toe off our shoes. My fingers scrape along his
sides as I yank his shirt off over his head, his dark hair dripping down his forehead and giving me the urge to run my tongue
over the trail it leaves down his cheek.
He grips my waist harshly in his hands as I stand before him in my white bra and panties. We both take a moment to stare at
each other in our underwear, something we didn’t really do last time. Wolf’s chest is smooth and sculpted, and the ink that
trails down his shoulder to his forearm is dark and rich from the rain.
“I regret not taking the time to see these the other night,” he croaks, dragging his finger over the tip of my puckered nipple.
I release a throaty sound when he pinches me lightly, his lower lip pulling between his teeth as his warm palm cups my breast.
His other hand splays out on my lower back as he pulls me into his groin, which is already hard in his thin shorts.
“Let’s get rid of this too, shall we?” he asks, his long lashes dark as he stares down at my breasts.
I reach back to undo my bra, dropping it to the floor.
He hums in satisfaction as he stares back at me.
I’ve not really thought about the attractiveness of my body.
I’m fuller and less bony than I used to be, but being tall helps distribute that gained weight around, so I haven’t really felt insecure about it.
I’ve just felt ambivalent about myself. So certain that I’d never find love that I didn’t really care how I looked to the opposite sex.
It wasn’t something Hilow ever really praised me about, so I’ve never really had the pleasure of seeing my body through someone else’s eyes.
However, the way Wolf’s gaze drags over me now makes me feel like I’ve been missing out on a lot. He looks at me like I’m
carved from something rarer than flesh and bone. His pupils are dark, his jaw tight, like he’s fighting the urge to devour
me whole.
“You’re staring,” I murmur, trying to sound teasing, but it comes out soft and shaky.
“Yeah,” he says, voice rough. “Don’t rush me.”
Heat blooms in my cheeks, down my throat, settling low in my belly. For the first time, I feel . . . wanted. Completely.
With a deep rumble, Wolf bends at the waist and pulls my hardened peak into his mouth. I gasp when his teeth tap on the tender
flesh, a rush of wetness pooling in my panties that has nothing to do with the rain.
“Everly, I need to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me,” he murmurs against my breast as he slides his
face to the other one and drags his tongue around the peak, causing me to squeal inside.
He pulls back and stands to his full height, looming over me as his eyes grow serious. “Were you serious when you told me
in the hay mound you never had an orgasm before?”
I jerk my head back, feeling a sudden shift as I inwardly curse myself for having such a big mouth. “I, um . . .”
“Don’t look away,” he commands, his fingers grasping my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just want to know. I need to know.”
I swallow the knot in my throat and nod. “Yeah, um . . . I think I was close a few times but never could fully experience
one, I guess. I thought maybe my body wasn’t made for sex. Some women have sex, and it hurts all the time. I’ve read about
it.”
“Does sex hurt you?” Wolf’s brows knit together with concern.
I shake my head. “No, I just . . . didn’t particularly like it. Always seemed like something I couldn’t wait to be over.”
The muscle in his jaw works. “That Hilow guy is the only one you’ve ever slept with?”
I nod.
He shakes his head. “I could tell just by looking at him that he isn’t exactly an orgasm maker. His name is Hilow, for Christ’s
sake.”
“Okay, Conri Wolf,” I jibe back, poking him in his meaty chest.
He grabs my hand and holds it to him, his jaw shifting from side to side. “I don’t like that guy.”
“Why? You barely know him.”
“I know that he let those girls who hurt you into his home, and he’s a fucking prat for not protecting you from that.”
His defensiveness causes a pressure to form in my chest. It’s a warm and cozy feeling of comfort. Of friendship. I appreciate
it more than he knows. God, he’s so much like his sister. But in the hot male form I want to have sex with, obviously.
“When we do this, I want you to tell me what you like constantly,” Wolf says, dragging the backs of his fingers along my belly.
“Something feels good, you let me know. Whether that’s in the form of the noises you make or you flat out move my hand and tell me what you want me to do, you need to be in control of your pleasure as much as I am. Understand?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Nothing you can say to me will be too much.” His eyes are severe.
“Okay.”
“Nothing,” he says one more time, his gaze flicking down to my lips and back up to my eyes. “In fact, the more you say . . .
the more turned on I’ll get.”
“Well, okay then.”
And in a rush, he lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the bed, laying me on
my back and coming down beside me.
His hand trails over my breasts, my stomach, and the insides of my thighs. I squirm with need when his fingers slip under
the glossy fabric of my panties, sliding along the seam of me as he blows warm air over my neck.
“How could you possibly think you’re not meant for sex when you’re always so fucking wet?” he growls, his tongue sliding against
the shell of my ear and causing my body to shudder.
“I’m normally not like this.”
He groans as if in pain. “Are you telling me you’re just wet for me, Stretch?”
I huff out a silent laugh. “I’m not sure your ego needs the boost.”
He chuckles softly. “Always so fucking mouthy.”
He pushes a single digit into me as I arch upward, absorbing the invasion. “Why did you never try to play with yourself?”
I moan as he crooks his finger and grinds against a spot that feels illicit and naughty. “I don’t know,” I gasp, reaching