Page 2 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
“So, who’s winning?” I asked, coming around the table to the brunette’s side. I held back a grin at the flash of jealousy in the blonde’s green eyes, which I’d been counting on.
“I am,” the blonde said, perching her dainty hand on her hips. Her fingernails sparkled in the light, painted the exact same shade as her dress. “I’m stripes.”
I raised a brow as I surveyed the table. There were five solid balls and only two striped ones left. “Impressive.” I grinned and then leaned over the brunette, who was getting ready to take her next shot. I wanted to test the boundaries, see if she was game for what I had in mind. “Here, let me help you with that,” I said, sliding my hand along the cue. “You’re going for the yellow ball, right?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
I shifted subtly, pressing my hard-on against her ass, and she rewarded me by pushing her shapely bottom back up against my groin.
Good girl.
No, my inner beast began.
But I shoved my wolf firmly into the back of my mind and erected a mental brick wall between my animal half and me. Blessed silence filled my head, and I nearly sighed with relief when no unwanted emotions flooded through me.
Time to play.
“Good. Raise your elbow just a little bit,” I murmured in her ear, “and place your fingers just so.” I adjusted her hand. “Now, you go ahead and take that shot, beautiful.”
She did, and the yellow ball ricocheted off the side and then rolled neatly into the left corner pocket. “I did it!” the brunette exclaimed, jumping up as I stepped back. “You’re a good teacher,” she purred, her smoky eyes drinking me in.
“That’s not fair.” The blonde pouted, jutting out her pink lower lip as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
This time, I caught a flash of areola peeking out from the silvery fabric.
“I didn’t get any help.”
“Oh, I don’t think you need any help, sweetheart,” I said, hooking my arm around the blonde’s waist. “You’re clearly a woman who has no problem standing on her own two feet.”
The blonde preened at that, flashing her friend a cheeky smile.
The brunette scowled, sidling closer. “I might not be good at pool, but at least I don’t—”
“Now, now, ladies,” I interrupted before a fight could break out. “No need to say anything you might regret. I’m not going to insult either of you by favoring one over the other, if you get my meaning.” I grinned. “You’re both far too beautiful for that.”
The two women exchanged glances and then turned toward me with twin feline smiles.
“I have a hot tub in my suite,” the brunette drawled. “What do you say we all have a nice, hot soak to . . . relax?”
“It would be my pleasure.” Taking both ladies by their arms, I sauntered toward the elevator, making sure to pass by Matt’s table so I could wink at the smug bastard on my way out.
* * *
“Ooh, yes, let me see that curvy ass,” I growled, leaning against the rim of the hot tub as I watched the blonde slowly enter the water.
She was wearing an emerald-green bikini with a halter top that pushed her large breasts together, forming a glorious display of cleavage. My cock was harder than the Rock of Gibraltar, and nothing was going to stop me from finally releasing all of my pent-up sexual frustration.
The blonde slipped off her bikini bottoms and turned around, resting her elbows against the edge of the hot tub and lifting her ass into the air.
“Jesus.” I whistled, reaching forward and grabbing each cheek. I squeezed hard. “You’re gorgeous.”
The brunette joined us, dressed in a red bikini that was little more than a crisscross of spaghetti straps covering her nipples and crotch.
“She likes it when you play with her nipples,” the brunette said, surprising me while also telling me this was not their first rodeo together.
Smiling, I sat back and watched as the brunette turned the blonde around and started sucking on her left nipple. The blonde moaned, her hand wandering down to touch her bare pussy, her fingers glistening as they massaged her clit.
Oh, fuck yes! This is something straight out of a damn porno flick.How lucky can I possibly get?
