Francesca
I lay in bed wearing his shirt, his face pressed between my thighs while his mouth worked my sex with expert execution, eating me raw, sucking and pulling and even biting, bringing me to the edge over and over, but never letting me actually drop off the cliff.
“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.”
Did that include Wolfe’s Range Rover parked around the side of the house? “You’ve always been astute.”
“Yep.” He continued to eat like a fucking pig.
Leo was a decent guy and a good brother, so I should cut him some slack because he’d never done anything like this before. We all had our bad moments. “Dad’s mad at me.”
“Because you’ve been drunk for two days?”
“Says I need to eat where I shit and shit where I eat.”
“You mean not shit where you eat?”
“Something like that,” he said. “Said he doesn’t see me taking over because of it.”
“That’s a little harsh.”
“Says he wishes you were a man because you’d do a better job.”
My heart flushed with warmth, and then the guilt quickly swallowed it.
“Which is true, even though it pisses me the fuck off.” He ripped off a chunk of meat from the bone with his teeth and chewed it, juice collecting in the corners of his mouth. “You’re smarter. You always have been. You think before you speak. Dad respects you in a way he doesn’t respect me.”
“I don’t think that’s true, Leo.”
He released a mocking noise before he continued to eat.
“I think he just expects more out of you.”
“Because I’m less.”
“No, because he knows you can be more than I can.”
He finished his plate, leaving behind a pile of bones in a pool of sauce. He grabbed the linen napkin off the table and finally wiped himself up.
“Make sure you drink some water. You’re probably dehydrated.”
He reached for the glass and downed it quickly just to get it over with. “Cool if I sleep on the couch?”
“Sure.” I didn’t try to hide my disappointment because he wouldn’t pick up on it anyway.
If Leo stayed, that meant Wolfe would have to leave, and since I spent more of my nights with him in my bed than without, it was weird when he wasn’t there.
It felt like a piece of me was missing, and I wouldn’t feel whole until he returned.
The relationship had been brief, but he’d somehow already become an integral part of me—even when he pissed me off.
Leo left his plate there and stumbled over to the couch in the living room, where Wolfe and I had just fucked a couple hours ago. He kicked off his shoes, lay down, and pretty much knocked out on the spot.
I pulled a blanket over him, got him a couple glasses of water and a bottle of pills if he needed something when he woke up.
I walked up the stairs and saw Wolfe standing at the top, still shirtless in his sweatpants. He seemed to have put the gun away.
We went back into my bedroom and shut the door.
I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
His eyes shifted back and forth between mine like he understood what would come next. “You want me to leave.”
“The only reason he didn’t notice your Range Rover is because it’s dark.”
“And because he’s drunk.”
“Well, yeah. That too.”
He breathed a deep breath. “I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.”
“Maybe we should start staying at your place. That way, there won’t be any interruptions.”
“I do like the sound of that,” he said. “But I’m also getting tired of the charade.” He stared me down, asking a question he didn’t speak aloud. “Tired of having to hide the most important relationship of my life.”
I swallowed. “I—I just don’t think it’s the right time.”
“When is the right time, baby?”
“I—I’m not sure,” I said as I averted my eyes. “I just know my father will be furious and it’ll be bad.”
“I’m not scared of him.”
“Well, I am,” I said quickly.
“I know a lot of guys love the whole sneaking around bit, fucking their brother’s wife or their best friend’s girl, whatever it may be.
But I’m not into that. I don’t hide who I am from anybody, and if someone doesn’t like something about me, too fucking bad.
This is the longest secret I’ve ever had to keep, and I know we’re both in this for the long haul.
It’s not a hookup that’ll run its course.
Every time I’m with you, I just want you more and more—never less.
And after what happened earlier today, it’s pretty fucking obvious that you’re just as hung up on me as I am on you.
So I don’t want to tiptoe down the stairs and sneak around your brother like I don’t belong here.
You’re my woman—so damn straight I belong here.
” He made a fist and thumped it against his chest. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. ”
“Wolfe, I understand how you feel—”
“I’ll give you some time to figure out how you want to do it, but test my patience for too long, and I’ll snap. I’ll walk right up to him and tell him point-blank—and he’s welcome to shoot me if he wants. Nothing I haven’t survived before.”