Page 98 of She Wolf

“Can you get there like this?”

“Ye…yes. Oh God, mmmmm, oh.”

He drags his thick, swollen erection out of me one more time and back again and I detonate. The noises that escape me are ineligible and as he follows me over the edge, his arms shake from holding himself up for so long and he falls on top of me.

“Fuuuck,” he says as he rolls off me. “Fuck me, Coralie.”

“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage. He’s right, it’s better than any dream I could have conjured up before we were together. Although it does make me realize something.

“Gunner Grey, next time it has to be about you. All about you. I’ll do anything you want.”

He sits up on his elbows. “Anything?”

“Yeah, anything.” The smile that spreads across his face would be endearing if I had drawn it out of him at any other time. Right this minute though, it’s slightly unnerving because I really don’t know what’s going on inside his head.

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So, you know how people always think that professional athletes must be really competitive because they play a sport for a living? Well in reality it's way worse.

Take right this moment for example. Jack just ran up the beach, little orange swim trunks stuck to his legs from playing in the ocean, with Knox trailing behind him and asked Gunner if he would build a sandcastle with him. My brother overheard and told him he could build a better one than Gunner ever could.

“What are you whining about?” Rex asks Knox, as he strolls over.

“I’m just saying I can build a better sandcastle than Gunn.”

Rex’s eyes widen and then he shakes his head. “Erm, I don’t think so,rookie. There are people far more qualified than you.”

“Like who?”

Rex puffs out his chest. “Me. I was the champion sandcastle builder; Daytona beach, summer 2004.”

“I’m sorry, what? You entered a sandcastle competition at Daytona beach? Aren’t there much better things to do like chase pus—I mean kites,” Knox says quickly eyeing Jack.

Rex scoffs, “I was like ten or whatever.”

“It’s true. He still has the first-place ribbon,” Chloe adds as she comes to sit on the edge of my lounger.

“We want to play,” Adam calls out as he jogs over to stand by Jack and signals for Callan to follow him.

“Christ, it’s hot today. It’s hotter than yesterday, right?” Callan mutters to Adam, who just rolls his eyes back at him.

The rest of the boys make their way over, while I roll my eyes and Anna looks on, riveted. I hear my mom sigh in contentment every now and again, and Knox is back to being himself, for now. But I think that has to do with Jason, Troy and Scott being here more than anything else.

It’s another glorious day and we’re all currently spread across the sandy beach. Jack is having the time of his life and as expected he’s already spent a night in the house next door.

I was assured he went to bed at a reasonable hour, and it didn’t get too crazy, but at one point all the lights were off, and we heard lots of yelping and shrieking; meaning a game of tag was had in the dark. It’s a miracle one of them didn’t fall and break their neck.

Troy and Theo bolt down from the house where they were fetching more drinks, eager to see what all the commotion is about, and poor Jack just looks bored.

“Come on buddy, I’ll help you out,” I say as I swing my legs over the lounger, my feet hitting the warm sand.

“Hey no, no. I got this. Dude, come over to me,” Gunner beckons Jack.

“Jack, kiddo, I can build one with you. Remember the fort we made last year, epic right?” Casey coaxes.

“Let's all make one and then Jack can say whose is the best,” Theo chimes in, crossing his arms over his chest, Scott nods and takes the same stance.

“But I wanted to build one, that’s why I asked Gunner,” my poor boy pouts, which must be my dad's last straw.

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