Page 3 of Age Gap Wolf's Second Chance Mate

Well, I don’t have much time to contemplate asking Jonah to stop because he now starts thrusting so fast and hard that I’m bouncing around like a damn beach ball. I grip him to me with both my arms and legs.

His growling becomes constant now as he takes me by the waist and pulls me up so that I’m straddling him mid-air.I’m practically growling with him now. My orgasm is such a constant thing at this point that I’m shaking like a leaf.

Jonah holds me securely, though, and his thrusting becomes more powerful and focused, and then, he absolutely buries his huge cock deep inside me and throws his head back, and practically howls.I feel his cock throb hard inside me and then, he shudders and cums.

His arms tighten around me and I drop my head onto the curve of his neck below his chin and let myself feel every wave of our orgasms joining and linking our bodies together.This is how I remember things being, and this is why it was just so hard on me to let him go.

Jonah seems to sense my need for him and, without disengaging, he walks us to the restroom and steps into the shower.Slowly, as the water flows over our bodies, we separate, but only a little. My arms are still wrapped around him and he’s still holding onto my waist.

Then, he reaches for the body wash and begins to run his hands over me, soaping me up and massaging me at the same time. He pauses to kiss me and his touch is so tender I have trouble remembering the wolf in him.

I return the favor, lingering over his stomach and tracing the knots of his muscles with my fingers. I try to massage him but I’m not sure my small hands make much of an impact.

I guess I’m not fully present but instead recalling all of our time spent together, how I used to know every part of him, and I know that I just can’t lose him again. I begin to feel a bit on edge as the shower finishes and we start drying off and I sense the wall between us being rebuilt.

“This was a mistake.”

His voice and his words hit me like he’s just punched me in the gut. How can something I love so much do so much immediate damage?

I shatter for a moment and then, I fill with a rage that feels like it will set fire to everything. “What the fuck does that even mean, Jonah? You don’t get to just fuck me and ditch me for old times' sake.”

“I’m not thinking like that. I just ...”

“I know! You’re not fucking thinking at all! My god, I have thought about you for three years and then, you just show up and fuck me and think well, damn, that was a booboo. No way!”

I’m shaking and I can see he’s not too happy either. I take a few deep breaths and continue in a more measured voice. “Look, Jonah, I’m a big girl now, on my own. I can decide what I want in life. Right now, that’s you. You have no right to decide for me. You have no right unilaterally fucking up this second chance.”

He stares at me and I can see that there’s a lot hitting him at once. “But…”

“No buts.” I shake my head but manage to keep from sneering. “If you end this, you end it because you don’t want it. Don’t you dare pull that same bullshit about doing it for my sake.”

He stops and starts a few times, attempting to respond to me. Finally, his shoulders fall and he nods. “You’re right.”

“And you damned… Wait, what?”I’m stunned.

He shakes his head. “Look, you’re not necessarily right that we should be together but, you know what? I have been unfair about this and,” he pulls me to him, our still naked bodies fitting together, “I have always cared for you, Mara. Always.”

“Are you saying that you’re willing to let this happen?” My heart is about to thump out of my chest. I can hear its insane rhythm in my ears.

“We have to take things slowly, that’s my one real condition. I am not looking to hurt you, Mara.”

I keep from rolling my eyes at the comment and instead, my only answer is to go on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Okay.”

Of course, since Jonah fucks me to within an inch of my life again after dinner, I’m not sure what taking things slowly even means.

Chapter Three

Jonah

Well, damn it, I’m a weak son of a bitch.

That’s an interesting thought to think while I’m tearing a large piece of plywood off a wall so I can more easily break through the framing to get to the room next door and, unless Melissa at 911 screwed up, right to where the teenage babysitter is stuck with the two kids she’s watching. I’m confident. Melissa doesn’t screw up. My guess is she’s already gone through the city database for the original plans for this house. Thank Heavens the records are all digitized now.

Poor little girl. She’s fifteen years old. She shows up here to do her regular babysitting gig and then an old woman’s brakes go out, sending her straight into the front yard. That would have just been a matter for insurance except for the propane tank on the barbecue being punctured and then sparks lighting the gas. There wasn’t an explosion. Instead, the house lit up like a torch. She was in the playroom with the kids when she called 911 and lucked out getting Melissa as her operator.

And I should be through the garage wall and to her any second now. My hands are burning. Literally. I have gloves on but there will be second-degree burns. No problem, really. As soon as I shift, they’ll be healed. A very severe injury might take two shifts but ultimately, it’s hard to do lasting damage to a shifter, really. We die from old age or violence, not from wounds that just don’t heal.

“Parker. Turn, now.” One of my brothers is pissed that I’m on fire and ignoring it. I turn and my hands are engulfed by the spray of a fire extinguisher. It’s Tony. He’s a Jaguar shifter. Good guy. Water sprays behind me. “Fucking wolf,” Tony says. Reckless guys like me, pretty much all wolves, irritate Jaguars. They’re far more… Well, whatever the opposite of reckless is. “You could have waited a minute and you’d still get in there at the same time with the fire out.”

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