Page 28 of Wolf's Son
Looking at Jacqueline wearing nothing but one of my tees and a pair of panties, my cock is more than ready to be inside her. Today we’ve spent playing in bed, playing on my couch, playing in the kitchen. I made sure to spread the playing throughout the whole house.
The only times we came up for air were when Kale needed attention.
Any other time, I either had my mouth buried between her thighs, fingers fucking her, or her on her knees taking me. The first time she wrapped her lips around me, I took it easy, but the second time . . . fuck me . . . there was no way I could keep from fucking her face as I wanted to. She took it, and I found shedidn’t have a gag reflex. Damn good thing because I enjoyed every second coming down her throat.
What was even better was the fact that this morning, while she’d been asleep, I managed to pull out the toys I brought over from her house. I made sure they were clean and used them on her. She’d been hotter than I’d ever seen a woman get. I even brought out something I bought yesterday and had delivered to the house. I have her wearing it now, and from the way she is biting her lip, it’s driving her crazy.
My plan for the day is to drive her over the edge of pleasure in a way, when I pop through that barrier with my cock she won’t think of anything other than what I’m doing to her and not the pain.
Plus, with how small she is, I needed to make sure her body was ready to take me. I know how big I am and though she was able to take me down her throat, she had to open her mouth for maximum effort.
Between bouts of playing, we’ve spent time together talking while hanging out with my son. I like seeing Jacqueline with Kale. The two of them seem to have a bond. In the few days she’s been around him, it’s snapped into place.
I know it’s too soon for more than what’s happening now, but the way it’s going, I know where it’s heading. Jacqueline will be Kale’s mom. He’llnever know about the bitch who birthed him. Not if I can help it.
Getting to know Jacqueline, I know she’s it for me. There’s no doubt in my mind. We’ve just got to get time under our feet of being together. I don’t need months or years of being with her, but we need more than what we have. Hell, I’ve got her in my bed, and I only moved in next door roughly two weeks ago.
“Tomorrow, I need to get back to the gallery.”
Holding her gaze, I nod. “I’ll take you there tomorrow. When’s the opening going to be?”
I’ll only be able to drop her off tomorrow. I won’t be able to stick around and hang with her like I want to. I had yesterday and today away from the club, and I’ve got to be at the clubhouse tomorrow to handle club business. Viper had texted saying that we’ve got a meet with both Cordova and Mateo at noon.
I’m gonna take Kale to the clubhouse to hang with the ol’ ladies while I’m busy.
“I still have a lot to do to get the gallery ready, along with finishing moving all of what I have completed out of the storage unit. I’ve already gotten roughly half of it, but there’s still more to go.”
“What do you have to do at the gallery to get it ready?” I remember seeing her putting tables together.
“I need to finish putting together the display tables and hang the shelves. I also need to pick up the hardware I need for the portraits that will be hung on the walls.”
“So, you’re still looking at a few weeks before opening.”
Jacqueline nods. “My goal is to open at the end of the month.” Lowering her eyes to my son, she smiles before looking back at me. “Can I ask what happened to his mother? You mentioned something, but . . .” She trails off and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Like I’ve told you before, Princess, you ask, if I want to answer, I will,” I tell her. Kale’s mother isn’t someone I want to talk about, but with her being in his life, she needs to know what she’s getting into regarding him. “Day Kale was born, I got a call saying that he was born and that I needed to get up there, otherwise he was gonna be placed into the system.”
Jacqueline’s eyes widen, and her mouth parts.
Before she can say anything, I keep going. “I thought it was bullshit, but I went. One look at the little boy,” nodding to my son in her arms, “I knew he was mine. I didn’t even see the woman who popped him out. I spoke with the family’s lawyer at the hospital and the father over the phone. She wasall about a good time but was a socialite who listened to Daddy because she didn’t want to be cut off.”
“I hate women like that,” she snaps, her lips thinning, eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, well, other than one night, I don’t even know her. She came to a party at the clubhouse. Fucked me right along with a friend of hers and then disappeared. Don’t even remember her name. It’s on the birth certificate, but that’s it.” I glance down at my son in her arms, knowing that it’s all for the best. “That bitch doesn’t exist for him and never will.”
“It’s got to be hard, though, being a single dad.”
My lip twitches at Jacqueline’s comment. “Doesn’t matter if it is or not. He’s worth it all.”
“Do you ever want to have other kids?” Her eyes widen after she asks her question, making my lip twitch turn into a smirk.
Getting up, I move to her, take my sleeping son, lay him in his swing, turn it on, and move back to her. Coming over her, I tug her down to stretch along the couch beneath me.
I knew her body was ready for me, but we had a little bit longer before I could take her. I intend to make her body hyper-aware of the pleasure she’s receiving.
“Wolf,” my name, a breathy whisper on her lips.
“Yeah, Princess.” I didn’t need to ask her what she’s calling my name for, I already knew.
