Page 51 of Broken Wolf

Who put this on our calendars?

Carter? He seemed like the pushy one to help us get over our shit.

Probably.

Or any of the ancients really.

Especially when this sparring date ended up exactly like the last one. It wasn’t even ten minutes before I was all over Dain. His fingers were in me on the ride up to my apartment and we fucked all over my shower and bathroom like animals.

“Don’t be mad at me,” I mumbled when we were in bed and spent.

He burst out laughing, kissing my shoulder and hugging me closer. “My love, I’m not mad. I’m elated.” He ran his fingers over my hip and then fingered my well-used pussy. “My young, sexy, gorgeous, luscious wife that so many men desire it drives me mad cannot keep her hands off of me.

“Do you know how happy that makes me? A nerd like me makes you so hot that you cannot control yourself? You? The woman with limitless control and who can compartmentalize like no other. You lose complete control and all inhibitions sparring with me. I am not mad at all. I am out of my head happy even if I still have not learned to spar with women and probably never will.”

Fine by me. He was too damn sexy to be near other women besides me like that. Seriously.

He was so far from a nerd and he couldn’t see himself for who he was.

And I was just glad he wasn’t mad at me.

He doted on me the rest of the night and I soaked it up, nothing more addictive than my fairy giving me his full attention and being all about me. It was like a drug when he was so in tune with me and his whole being focused on my needs. Things just appeared when I didn’t even realize I wanted or needed anything, and I felt so, so special.

Which was how I ended up jumping him all over again before bed.

“If you only understood how much I truly love you, wife, you would never have these doubts that I cannot seem to put to rest,” he whispered when he thought I was already asleep.

I wished my heart could accept his love too. I wished I could heal the damage that was done to me as a child so I could.

Was there some sort of magic for that?

A pill to take?

Wouldn’t that be nice?

14

“There is absolutely no reason you should be standing here, Chief Thomas,” the judge I was waiting for greeted me Monday morning.

It was a week later, and I had more pieces of the puzzle I was putting together on the day before the Fourth of July no less.

I gaped at him, not even able to hide my shock at his lack of professionalism.

“Well, clearly, there is, Your Honor, because I’m a busy woman and I don’t waste my valuable time. Clearly, I shouldn’t have bothered with professional courtesy when I could have just made a phone call to a judge I’ve worked with to get what I needed. But if the shoe was on the other foot, I hope someone would have the decency to loop me in. That’s why I’m here.”

He studied me a moment and unlocked his office. “Come in.”

“Am I going to be treated better going forward or swatted with a newspaper?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t like your attitude, Chief Thomas.”

“Ditto, Your Honor,” I replied, not standing down. “I drove a long way to do the right thing and you a favor so you’re not blindsided later because none of us like that. We’ve never met, and I don’t deserve this sort of reception. So are we starting over, or am I calling the judge I know to get what I need?”

One of my security whistled, and I would put money on Sander.

Yeah, I didn’t even need to guess actually.

It worked and the judge let out a slow breath. “I apologize, Chief Thomas. Please, come inside.”

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