Page 12 of Wolf's Midlife Baby

In the truck, Holly still felt that complete lack of inhibition. She boldly lifted the center console out of the way and scooted over to sit directly next to him, pressing her thigh against his. She trailed her fingers along the back of his head, relishing the soft feel of the hairs that’d been cut close, and kissed his neck.

“You’re making it difficult to drive.” It obviously wasn’t a complaint, since his right hand cupped her knee and slowly moved upward, pushing the fabric of her skirt out of the way as he massaged up the length of her leg.

“Did you want me to stop?” she teased, already knowing the answer.

He gripped her thigh harder, his need for her radiating out from his fingertips. “Definitely not.”

“Good.” This wasn’t like her. She was shy and reserved, waiting for a man to approach her instead of overtly showing him how she felt. It was different with Pierce, and Holly started to think maybe this actually was like her. She just needed Pierce to come along and bring it out. Perhaps finding a mate completed her in more ways than she realized, even if they wouldn’t be able to stay together.

At his apartment, they barely got the door shut behind them before they were in each other’s arms. Holly pressed her hands against his chest and spread them wide, exploring his strong pecs and shoulders. A thrill ran up her spine and she grazed her fingers down his arms, enjoying the firm muscles under his skin.

Another hardness was making itself apparent as Pierce gripped her hips and held her tightly against him. The bulge at the front of his jeans grew as he bent to kiss her neck, nipping at her jaw, and his hands slid around and down, cupping her buttocks. He scrunched her skirt with his fingers until he’d moved enough of the material away to find her panties. By this point, his lips were on hers again and his deep groan of pleasure echoed in her mouth.

Holly let out a groan herself. There was no greater excitement than knowing she turned him on. Her senses were overwhelmed as she tried to take it all in and memorize it, wanting to lock this moment away and keep it forever. The woody scent of his cologne, mingling with his soap underneath. The sight of his eyes as they drank her in, so full of desire that she could hardly see the blue of his irises. The sounds he made emanated through her, a groan or a sigh every time he found a curve of her body that he hadn’t gotten to know yet. And taste? There was no shortage of that as their tongues danced and entwined or as she kissed the salty sheen from his skin.

Then there was the feel of him, a sensation so pleasurable, Holly hardly knew how to describe it. His hands brought her to life everywhere they roamed, making her suddenly aware of every dimension of her body. She could never write about it, not this. She wanted to keep it all to herself.

Pierce let go of the back of her skirt, but only so he could run his fingers under the waistband and push it down off her hips. The cute little cream top turned into little more than a scrap of fabric in his big hands as he pulled it up over her head. Another moan of appreciation escaped his lips now that he could see her only in her bra and panties. He bent to kiss the fullness of her breasts where they peeked out from the soft cups. His hands encircled her ribcage and moved around behind her back, expertly releasing the clasp at the back and setting her free.

Holly shivered at the sudden rush of air against her skin, making her nipples harden. Pierce quickly made up for it by pulling one into the heat of his mouth. Her core was already beginning to tighten, and they hadn’t even made it out of the entryway yet. She kicked her way out of her boots as she reached for the hem of his shirt.

Leaving his own shoes behind, Pierce began guiding them down the hall, though neither of them was willing to let go of the other. He staggered as she pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it back the way they’d come. He caught himself against the wall with one hand, the other tightening around her waist to keep her close.

They stumbled through the bedroom door as she scrabbled with the button fly of his jeans, slowly revealing him inch by inch. That left them with only their underwear, and the wild possession that’d overtaken her was more than she could bear. She ripped the last remains of the barrier between them as they tumbled onto the bed.

He was hard and ready for her, throbbing against her as she put her knees on either side of his hips. Holly felt that aching need echoing inside her, a desire that could only be sated by one thing. She lowered herself onto him, gasping at the size of him and just how good it felt. The world spun around her as she rode him, reveling in the depth and intimacy of this new connection. His hands roved over her body, worshipping her like a fine marble carving as he held the weight of her breasts then cupped her backside. She ground harder against him as she felt herself getting closer. Pierce grabbed her hips, moving both of their bodies with his sheer strength. Holly cried out as the tension inside her uncoiled. Wave after wave crashed over her, each one feeding the next until they seemed as though they’d never end. When they finally let go of her, she collapsed on top of him.

“Come here.” Pierce lifted her off of him and laid her back on the pillow. He braced his feet beneath him as he positioned himself between her legs, pulling her up onto his lap and sinking into her once again. He held her against his chest as he thrust his hips faster and faster.

Holly still felt the aftershocks moving through her. Watching him pulse against her, with his stomach rippling and a look of pure ecstasy on his face, quickly made those aftershocks come together to create another earthquake inside her body. She wrapped her legs around him, her thighs shivering and shaking. She thrashed back against the sheets as the pleasure overtook her. Pierce held on tightly as he reached his peak, burying his length inside her as all that they’d been working toward released.

As they lay together on the rumpled blankets, Holly’s bear couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so satisfied, as though nothing in the world outside of this room mattered. She felt herself glowing with pleasure, wondering how she could ever go back to normal life after this. Her body was already craving another round with him.

A loud chirping erupted through the room.

“Sorry.” Pierce launched himself to the edge of the bed, leaning down to grab his jeans off the floor. “I can’t really ignore that, not with my job. Hello?”

She had to admire that. He was a man who people called when they needed help. He’d certainly shown up to help her, a favor she’d owe him for forever. Holly adjusted the sheet over her naked body and enjoyed the sight of him, propped up on his elbow and turned away from her as he listened to the other end of the line. She hadn’t yet had the chance to enjoy just how good his backside looked without his jeans on.

Her enjoyment stopped when he sat up straight, every muscle in his body tensed. Something was wrong.

“I’ll be right there.” He hung up and turned to face her. “My dad’s house is on fire.”

6

Pierce’s feet hit the floor before he’d even finished flinging the sheets aside. His heart pounded as he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on. He’d joined the fire department not only because he wanted to help his community but also because he enjoyed the thrill of danger. This wasn’t the same. Not this time.

“I’ll get out of your way, but let me know if there’s anything I can do,” Holly asked as she slid out of bed. Not as familiar with the room as he was, she found the switch on the bedside lamp and turned it on.

“Out of my way?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head. Where had his damn pants gone? Ah, there. “You’re not in my way, and you don’t even have your rental car here.”

“I’ll just get an Uber or something,” she said. Her voice shook, though she was trying to sound casual as she got dressed alongside him.

“No.” He would worry far more about her if she had to find her own way back to her Airbnb, which would make dealing with this fire call even harder. Pierce wouldn’t mind if she stayed at his place, but then he’d feel like he was abandoning her without her rental. His mind raced through options and quickly landed on the right one. “Come with me.”

“Are you sure?” She wiggled her hips as she tugged her skirt back on.

“Yes,” both his wolf and his human answered. He already knew what she was to him, but wanting to have her by his side at a moment of such disaster only confirmed it. This wasn’t the time to worry about a mate or the implications of bringing her with him, and he let himself fly along on instincts for the moment. “I’m sure.”

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