Chapter 6 #3
Her pretty brown eyes looked wary but not fearful.
“Son of a bitch!” Reagan grumbled as she pointed her shotgun toward the ceiling. “Just one Friday night. That’s all I want. One fuckin’ Friday where I don’t have to deal with a bunch of dumbasses.”
With that parting shot, we all headed out to the parking lot.
Rhys
The call came in earlier than I'd expected, but I had been waiting for it. In fact, I'd been just a block from Reagan’s when I got the call, so I arrived at the bar before the fight spilled out into the parking lot.
Climbing out of my truck, I made my way toward the idiots getting ready to throw down.
“Lynx Caine,” I bellowed. “Stand down, boy.”
Lynx flipped me off.
I sighed.
“Fucker took a cheap shot at Wolfe.” Lynx glared at the man he was toe to toe with. “I think I’m entitled to beat his ass.”
My gaze swung to Wolfe. The man looked to be in one piece, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some damage.
I'd have to get the story in a minute, though. Right now, I needed to keep Lynx from killing these boys. The guy was coiled tight, and I figured the shit going down with his soon-to-be ex-wife wasn’t helping his mood.
“Party’s over,” I informed the crowd that was gathering. “Take your asses back inside or move out.”
With a disappointed grumble, the handful of people who’d come outside turned to go back.
“Not you,” I called out to the two guys who’d obviously started this.
“We didn’t do shit.”
“Sean, don’t be a dumbass,” his friend said, although that warning was clearly coming a little late. “We don’t want no shit, Sheriff. We’ll head out.”
I glanced at Wolfe once more. When the big guy nodded his consent to let the idiots go, I turned back. “Don’t come back here tonight.”
“No fuckin’ woman’s worth this shit,” the younger guy grumbled.
I frowned, trying to catch up.
“Especially no two-bit trashy waitress.”
“Fuck,” Lynx groaned seconds before he stepped directly in front of Wolfe, holding him back with a hand on the man’s chest.
The fury etched on Wolfe’s face was something I had rarely seen. The guy was a good ol’ boy by nature. He didn’t seek trouble, but the opposite couldn’t be said.
“I’m sure she’s banged half the boys in this town already,” the younger one threw in for good measure.
Wolfe growled.
It was a damn good thing I was on duty. Otherwise, I would’ve taken the little asshole down myself. As it was, I was tempted to pull out my gun and fire a warning shot just to make the asshole dance.
I wouldn’t, but I wanted to.
“You’ve got three seconds to get off the property,” I declared. “Otherwise, you’ll be spendin’ the night in jail.”
“What for?” the younger one hissed. “We didn’t—”
“One,” I began. “Two…”
His friend was clearly smarter, grabbing the smartass’s shirt and jerking him backward. “Shut the hell up, Sean.”
I waited for Sean and his smarter friend to leave. When I was left with only Lynx and Wolfe, I turned to them. “What the hell happened?”
Lynx shrugged. “No fuckin’ clue. Got here just in time to see the bastard—”
Wolfe held up a hand to stop Lynx mid-sentence. “I got this.”
With a curt glance between the two men, Lynx shrugged again, then sauntered toward the door.
Wolfe was still staring after the two men who’d started walking.
“You wanna tell me what happened?”
It took a few seconds, but Wolfe finally looked my way. “No.”
“Should I ask Amy?”
He frowned. “Be my guest, but I think she’ll tell you the same thing.”
I sighed.
These boys knew exactly how to wear down my last nerve.
Before I could decide how to handle it, my radio chirped, the signal for another call.
“You think you can behave?” I asked Wolfe directly.
The big man glared at me, but there wasn’t any heat in his scowl. Not from anger anyway.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” I told him, then headed for my truck.
The night had been unbearably busy. One call after another kept me running from one side of the county to the other. I'd wondered if there was a damn full moon, but the cloud cover had made it impossible to tell.
By the time I was ready to call it a night, I drove by Reagan’s to ensure the place had closed down.
All was quiet on that front, so I went over to Marla’s Bar.
Normally, I would stop in and check on things, but I had something more pressing to do tonight.
Seeing that Wolfe wasn’t over at Marla’s, I could only assume the man was at home.
I fully intended to find out and to pay him a little visit.
It had taken some time, but I'd finally gotten the details of what went down. The altercation between the two men and Amy, Wolfe stepping in and taking a pool stick across the back. Twice. It was a damn wonder those boys were still walking. It didn’t happen often, but I had seen Wolfe lose his shit a time or two.
No one wanted to be on the receiving end of that man’s anger. No one.
When I was a mile out, I called Wolfe.
He answered on the second ring. “’Yello.”
“Open the damn gate,” I demanded. “I’ll be there in five.”
The call disconnected without a response.
Eight minutes later, I was pulling up in front of Wolfe’s house. It was pitch-black outside and in, but I knew he was home.
I knocked on the front door.
A second later it opened, and a shirtless Wolfe stood before me, taking up a spot against the doorjamb. The only light came from a lamp inside that offered a pale yellow glow, silhouetting him from behind.
“What can I do you for, Sheriff?”
I didn’t even pretend not to eye every mouthwatering inch of the man that was visible. The various tattoos that decorated his body did nothing to hide the sinful musculature. In fact, the ink enhanced his physique, enough that my mouth suddenly watered with the need to taste him.
But I wasn’t here for that.
Not entirely, anyway.
“You cool?” I asked, meeting Wolfe’s eyes.
One dark eyebrow lifted as he stared back at me. “You came all the way out here to ask me that?”
He pushed off the wall and moved closer.
Once again, I found myself standing my ground.
“Or was there somethin’ else you had in mind, Sheriff?”
I kept my eyes locked on his rugged features.
He grabbed my wrist roughly. “Maybe you wanted to feel for yourself?”
“This a game to you?” I asked. I needed to know for sure that he wasn’t fucking with me.
Wolfe pressed my hand to the hard ridge behind his zipper. When he hissed in a breath, that was the only response I needed, but he added, “What do you think?”
I kept my hand pressed against his rock-hard dick, adding a small amount of friction, wishing like hell those unbuttoned jeans weren’t in the way. I didn’t intend to take this any further, but I couldn’t stop the need to touch him.
“Is that what you want?” Wolfe asked, his voice pitched low and laced with gravel. “My dick?”
“I want more than that,” I admitted. “The same as you.”
“How the fuck do you know what I want?”
I stepped forward, and to my surprise, Wolfe took a step back.
I continued to crowd the bigger man until he was up against the stone wall of the house.
Grinding my palm against his erection, I held his gaze.
“Trust me. I know exactly what you want. You want to know what it’ll feel like with my mouth wrapped around your dick. ”
Wolfe’s expression didn’t change.
“You wanna know how fuckin’ hot it’ll be when the two of us are makin’ Amy burn hotter and hotter until she can’t contain it anymore.
Then you want to slide your dick inside her sweet body while I take her ass.
” I waited to see if he would deny it. He didn’t.
“It’s drivin’ you fuckin’ crazy, ain’t it? ”
Wolfe didn’t respond with words, but he reached down and pushed his jeans off his hips, freeing his cock. “Put your mouth on me.”
The rough growl was almost impossible to resist. However, I still wasn’t sure Wolfe wasn’t fucking with me. Rather than give in to the temptation only to be disappointed later, I shook my head.
“Not yet.” Instead, I wrapped my hand around his cock, fisting him tightly. Wolfe’s dick was long and thick. Fucking huge, just like the man. “You’ll have to be patient.”
He hissed in a breath when I began jerking him off, stroking roughly.
“Son of a bitch. I … goddamn … fuck…”
Wolfe’s hips thrust forward, fucking my hand.
My dick twitched against my zipper. I would’ve given any damn thing for Wolfe to touch me, but I couldn’t allow it.
Not yet. Not until I knew how this would play out.
As much as I wanted him, I wanted Amy just as much.
I knew he felt the same, but the man was in desperate need of relief.
I understood that. Shit, for the past week I'd jacked off morning and night just to take the edge off.
Wolfe’s hand wrapped around mine, and we stroked the length of his cock together right there on his front porch, the warm night breeze blowing over us.
“Imagine if Amy was here,” I said, my voice low.
“If she was watchin’. You think she’d get off on it?
You think she’d wanna join in?” That was a question I knew no one had the answer to, but it was a fantasy we could live out right here and now.
“Think about it, Wolfe. That sexy woman ridin’ your face, her tight little pussy grindin’ against your mouth while you drive her fuckin’ crazy.
And while you’re doing that, I’ll be suckin’ your cock, takin’ all of you in my mouth… ”
I knew the moment Wolfe lost control. I felt the big man’s body tighten, his hand gripping mine painfully hard as he erupted, cum splashing on his bare stomach.
When Wolfe finally opened his eyes, he stared at me.
I could see the need in his eyes. Hell, I felt it.
Rather than give in, though, I knew I had to hold out. And if I did, so did Wolfe.
“Be patient.” I wasn’t sure who I was talking to, myself or him. Probably both.
It took more willpower than I thought I possessed to turn and walk away from Wolfe Caine when I had him right where I wanted him, but I managed.
I would likely regret it later, but I still put one foot in front of the other and climbed back into my truck.