Page 8 of A Wulver for the Week

“Where is that waiter?” I demand into my now empty glass.

“Must be taking a break,” Craig groans and stretches.

Muscles ripple in long, lean, rangy lines. I never understood what that word meant before, but now I do. Lean and hungry... like a wolf that’s been tracking prey.

Stop that, Minerva! Craig is the sweetest man you’ve ever met. Honestly, girl. There’s nothing wolfish about this guy.

“Okay. Um. You a Braves fan?” I ask.

“Not especially. Hockey and rugby, lass. Those suit me.”

“Well for this weekend, prepare to listen to my father and uncles go crazy about major league baseball, spring training, and the opening rosters for any team in the league.”

“Got it. Borrow a book on baseball from the library.” Craig nods and takes a note.

“If you ever... if you ever need a fake girlfriend for when your parents are here from Scotland—sorry, that’s stupid. You’re too mature to lie to your parents.”

“They’d see through it too quick, Minnie,” he chuckles, adding some more notes to his legal pad. “I don’t blame you for wanting your week to run smoothly so you can just enjoy your cousin’s wedding without your mother playin’ matchmaker,” he says sagely. “I don’t think of it so much as a lie as a convenient confusion of terms. I’m a boy. And your friend.”

Never realized just how good a friend...My hand slides on top of his for a moment, lightly resting. “Sure are.”

“So, that’s all settled. No guilt.” He smiles—but unless I’m mistaken, he’s the one who suddenly looks guilty.

What’s he keeping from me?

Guess I’ll find out in two weeks...

6: Craig

Along, hard...shower.Minerva’s eyes had gone to a dark, distant place when she spoke about her needs. The pop of her lower lip under her teeth as she began to say along, hard f...

She covered fast, but not fast enough.

Fuck me. After two hours of eating, talking, laughing, sharing family secrets, and personal aspirations,I’mthe one who needs a long shower—but mine should be ice cold.

Even ice water doesn’t dampen my ardor. I stand with my back against the icy tiles, wondering why my erection is still raging even in this ceramic torture chamber with freezing water stinging my skin. Eventually, I stop trying.

Thoughts of Minnie blot out everything else.

Get it out of your system now, Craig, before you’re alone on some island with her.

Alone—while surrounded by dozens of cousins, you fool.

Never mind. Whatever our spring break getaway will be like, it won’t change the fact that I need to clear my head.

And maybe something else that feels equally pent up, waiting to burst.

I turn the hot water on and shiver under the shower stream as I give in, my hand wrapping around my cock, which is thick and long and tapered more like an obelisk. There’s a huge, swollen knot of pink-red flesh at the base.

Minerva would look divine, bent down in front of me on all fours, my hands gripping those voluptuous cheeks, my thickcock splitting her until my tip is notched against her womb, my knot working through her slippery opening until I lodge inside of her...

“Ughnnnn!”

I came like a two-pump chump, a needy, selfish cur.

Minerva laid all her cards on the table with me, even if she didn’t tell her family the truth, but I’m still hiding a big secret.

Thisbig secret, I think as I watch my knot deflate and cum leak out and pour down the drain—no warm, waiting goddess to fill.

---