Page 36 of O'Mega's Revenge
Suddenly his hot breath on my neck changed. He inhaled against my skin. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I clutched at his neck. I groaned because I needed to feel good. My hips tilted and rubbed against his erection. “Wolf.”
“Shit. We really don’t have time for this.”
“Yes, we do.” I kissed him.
Our tongues tangled. No one kissed like he did. I’d kissed my fair share of people. Most were too forceful, or too soft. Some didn’t like French kissing, which proved itself when they didn’t know what to do. Others thought they liked it and yet slobbered like a bulldog in hot weather. But Wolf’s kisses were an extension of his soul. They were an opportunity to crack open the parts of him he kept closed off. In return, I gave him everything I had inside me, except for the awful parts. Those disappeared around him.
His belt hit the floor. A thump later, one of his boots joined it. “Baby.”
“Shh.” I kissed harder.
He reached into my panties and rubbed my clit. His fingers slicked through my pussy and homed in on a perfect rhythm of stroking and circling.
I arched into his hand. “I need you, Wolf.”
“Shit.” He rested his head against my neck. I put both hands into his shorn locks and dug in. I needed him badly.
“Please, Wolf. Please.”
“I’m going to Hell for this.”
“Silly, we’re already there.” I nipped his neck to show I was joking.
At least partially. This was torture. The wanting and the waiting, the gaping empty desire growing to epic proportions. It felt whole when he was inside me.
And then he was. All the light and sunshine in the world couldn’t replace the feeling of rightness I had in his arms.
Our bodies glistened in the dusty rays of sun that crept into the bus. His powerful body dwarfed mine, but I wasn’t afraid. This was my haven, my refuge. His strength became my own as he fell apart in my arms. I held him close and kept us safe until he crept back from our shared insanity.
“I didn’t mean for it to go that far.” The breath of whispered confession hit my ear.
His words hurt. I shoved him off me. “Go. Join your asshole buddies.”
“At least stay hidden. Does Margaret have any compartments in here that are well concealed?”
“Get off.” I shoved him again.
“This is important. You need to hide.”
“I am sick of hiding,” I replied.
He blinked. His shock allowed me to crawl out from under him and grab my clothes. I borrowed one of Margaret’s button-downs and quickly covered up. Then tossed his boots at him.
That got him motivated. “Let me go out first.”
I scowled at him. “Why the paranoia?”
“Nonno needs you.”
My eyebrow quirked up in disbelief. “The fuck he does.” Wolf’s Destroyer buddy didn’t need anyone. Especially not me.
Wolf brushed past me and peeked out the front door. “Coast is clear. Go through the woods. Got a speck on the road. Avoid him. Don’t stay out in the open. Understand?”
No. I didn’t.
“I told you, I’m not leaving. We’re going to the house.”
“It’s not safe.” He grabbed my arm, but I broke free and started across the dirt roads. Margaret and Jackson emerged from the grow lab, and he yelled something at Wolf.
