Page 28 of Pack to the Wall

“I should go,” I said. “Someone else can watch you tonight.”

That got an instant reaction. She practically ran to me but stopped before we touched again. “No, Tyson, I can’t…”

I heard the unsaid words,I can’t be without you.

My heart said the same thing, and I pulled my hands behind me, tightly grasping one arm to keep myself restrained. If I didn’t stay in control, I’d smooth her hair or cup her cheek or stroke an arm or hip or…

“If I stay,” I said, voice husky with need. “I’ll fuck you. Do you want that?”

It was the truth. I wouldn’t be able to resist her all night. During the day, there were tasks to occupy me, things to do, but just lying here, in the same room as her, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

Her breath caught. She probably wasn’t used to men proclaiming such things so blatantly.

She wet her lips, pink tongue darting out, then curling back in. I could see her struggle. Those large brown eyes looked up to mine, then darted away, over and over. She wanted me to stay, or some part of her did. But another part was fighting it, just as I fought my own pull.

I wanted her, but fought it, because Jane deserved more than just fucking. She deserved something I didn’t yet know how to give… love.

She swallowed hard then nodded. “Then perhaps you should go and have someone else watch me.” She trembled through a sigh and looked over at her bedside clock. “It’s early, but I don’t know what else I’m going to do this evening. I’ll slip out to the bathroom and start getting ready for bed. When I come back… someone else can be here.”

I hated that idea. I wanted to be the one with her, near her, but I also knew this would be best… for now.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod and stepped aside so she could leave.

Once the door had closed behind her the tension left me. Well, most of the tension. My cock was still rock hard. I’d need to tend to that myself later.

I stepped out into the hall. “Bronn, you stay with her tonight. I… need some time to think. I’ll have Colt keep an eye on the hall here.” Then I left to find Colt.

As I passed the bathroom, my overly keen ears heard stifled, ragged breaths and wet rubbing, which I was fairly certain was Jane masturbating.

I almost came at that realization, my cock painfully full and hard. I grunted and quickly moved on. As much as I’d go insane if anything happened to Jane… waiting for her just might drive me mad first.

JANE

Leaning back on the toilet,eyes closed, running my fingers around my clit while imagining they were Tyson’s, I shuddered through a somewhat satisfactory orgasm and sighed. I’d desperately needed a release since that steamy moment with him that afternoon, and I’d been in a suspended state of anticipatory hunger — and not for food — ever since.

As a woman in my mid-forties, I sometimes needed the help of lube if I wanted to stimulate myself, but not this time. My panties had been soaked through since Tyson and I had nearly given in to our desires, hours ago. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Was this what it meant to be fated? It was the most exquisite torture. I’d never felt anything like this for any man… ever. Even my ex-husband had never gotten me this wet. I’d hardly been able to think since Tyson had pinned me against the wall and kissed me. I hadn’t been thinking at all in that moment, only feeling the burn of his presence on my ever-so-sensitive… everything. Sending him away just now had taken every ounce of willpower I’d possessed.

And I still wasn’t sure if it had been the right decision. My head said yes, but my heart and body said something elseentirely. My blood boiled for Tyson, and right now, I would have taken any man, just to fill this aching void in my core. Luckily, I’d been taking care of my own urges for ten years now and knew what I needed.

I sighed again, feeling marginally better now that I’d gotten myself off. Perhaps now I could regain a bit of composure and rest tonight. Though, given everything I’d gone through today, I wasn’t so sure how easy it would be to sleep. Added to my unexpected arousal were heady doses of fear and adrenaline.

I went through my evening routine, hoping those familiar actions would help calm me. Perhaps it was a good thing I was doing everything a couple hours early, it might just take me that long to get to sleep.

When I returned to my bedroom, Colt was in the hall and Bronn was in my room. He leaned against the door once I’d closed it, his eyes on me, thrilling me in an entirely different way than what I’d felt with Tyson.

This strange fated thing Tyson and I shared gripped me in the gut in a primal way, making me need him whether I wanted it or not. But Bronn was quiet and observant. I didn’t think he missed much, and the way he looked at me, like I was delectable but unobtainable — forbidden fruit — made me feel alluring and powerful.

I needed to get changed. The part of me that was utterly exhausted after the day’s events briefly considered just sleeping in my sweats, but I really needed a new pair of underwear. I opened my mouth to ask Bronn to turn around so I could change… then stopped myself.

What had he said earlier?…being naked and seeing others naked doesn’t bother us.If I was going to become a wolf, like them… perhaps I should start living like they did?

I pulled out my sleepwear from my dresser: a comfy cotton sports bra, a matching pair of panties, and some loose yoga pants. Closing the blinds over my windows, I took a deep breath.

This is normal,I told myself.It’s just skin, nothing is more natural and normal than that. You can do this, don’t make it awkward.

I just did it. Stripping efficiently out of my sweats and old underwear.

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