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He shoved his hips forward, his dick filling me with no warning whatsoever as I cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure. My hands slammed against the door as he pulled back out and, with a rough, fast thrust, he pushed himselfbackin.

“Wolf!” I cried as he set the pace fast and hard, my arms shaking as each thrust sucked my strengthfromme.

My orgasm came fast and hit me with no warning, my body crying out as I was blasted with pleasure. Wolf came a single thrust later, his heat seeping into my body before he pulled out, his arms coming around my waist before I fell to the floor. He lifted us both to stand where we collapsed against thecloseddoor.

His body radiated moist heat as his sweat mingled with mine, both imprinting on the doorway. “Fuck,” hepanted.

“You’re getting too old, Wolf,” I scoffed, seeing how tired out he was from one very hardquickie.

“What’s your excuse?” he retorted, my panting in sync with his as he pinned us againstthedoor.

I let Wolf’s scent wash over me, ignoring the feeling of his liquid running down the inside of my leg. I breathed in the bitter scent of his cigarettes and his favorite brand of whiskey as his breath ran across my cheek. His huge frame felt comforting around my shorter one, and his warmth felt inviting in a way that I never wanted toleave.

I took a deep breath, letting the taut muscles in my chest relax, the tight leather of my shirt rubbing against the damp door. “Pretty called you my old man,” I said, my eyes turning to look into the deep mahogany of the door, remembering my argument from earlier. “Stop letting people get away with thinking I’m youroldlady.”

Wolf leaned down, his face pressing into the nape of my neck as the soft, weighted words fluttered across my skin. “I waited three years for you, Anna,” he whispered in his crisp, deep voice. “You’re not going to beanythingless.”

The softness in which he said it made me fall quiet, letting the words seep in. We’d spent three years avoiding the pull we felt toward each other, and now everything had changed. How did we go from that to this? I couldn’t understand. I spent years telling myself I didn’t want him, shouldn’t want him, but now he was offering himself to me anyway, and I couldn’t find reassurance that this was reality. “Do you really mean that?” I whispered, hating the insecure words slipping frommylips.

“I do.” He didn’t hesitate. His face dropped down to the side of mine, bristles from the dark beard beginning to grow over his jaw from his lack of shaving harsh on my skin as his nose ran along the edge of my neck. His calloused, huge hands brushed down my sides, wide fingers almost completely wrapping around mythinarms.

A cold draft tickled my back as he pushed away, allowing me just enough room to turn to face him without stepping out from the comfort of hiswarmth.

His aged, weathered face that made him seem so much older and more worn than his years hid an unknown past behind his deep amber-brown eyes that always reminded me of the whiskey he drank to sleep at night, giving me the same warm burn every time I drankthemin.

“I mean it, Anna,” Wolf said, his rough voice dragging me out of their depth. “I let you play your games, but I’m done waiting for you to come to me. You’re mine now. I learned the hard way that I should treasure the good things in life before theydisappear.”

His words caught me off guard, along with the slight hoarseness that hid beneath them and the momentary tension that fluttered in the muscles beneath histhickskin.

“You think I’ll disappear?” I breathed, a question or statement, I didn’t know. But what I did know was that the second I said it, I saw Wolf’s open expression suddenlyshutdown.

He stood back from the door, ignoring me as he crouched down to my feet, grabbing my purple panties and jeans, pulling them up my skin with ease before pulling uphisown.

“I think I want to get a shower first,” I said as Wolf waited for me to button up my jeans, my purple panties peeking through them. His eyes narrowed on them as if we hadn’t just fucked out our frustrations onthedoor.

“No,” was all he said, his arms familiarly folding over his chest, heavy brows narrowinghiseyes.

I looked to the shower door only an arm’s length away from me and watched as he stepped in the way to blockmyview.

“You know what?” I hissed, my body straightening. I buttoned up my jeans and turned to the bedroom door, unlocking it with a sharp flick of my wrist. “Fuckyou.”

I threw it open, deciding to just go and commandeer one of the other brothers’ shower, since there was no way in hell I was going to walk around with him dripping into my panties and expensivejeans.

Ifroze.

“For fuck’s sake,” I whined at the sight of Jax’s smug face filling thedoorway.

He threw me a grin. “Feelingbetter?”

“Asshole,” I growled, shovingpasthim.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Jax laughed as I struct my ass away as fast I could, Wolf’s chuckle following me alltheway.

Bastards.

Chapter Thirteen

Wolf

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