Page 13 of She Wolf

“Coralie, you do not even understand how badly I want to do that, but it has only been a few hours. You need to get your head around this.” It’s killing me to not dip my head and take what I know deep in my soul is mine. Her lips, her kisses. Her.

“Oh—oh my God. Way to read a situation wrong.” Her blue eyes storm with hurt and embarrassment and she takes a step away, ready to bolt.Well humiliating her was the last thing I wanted to do. My hand reaches out for hers and I pull her back into me making her gasp in shock.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Softly cupping the side of her face, I hold my breath and slowly bring my lips to hers to give her one soft kiss. But it leads to another, and then another, and my eyes fall closed.

Her lips taste like cherries from the balm she’s always spreading across her perfect mouth, and now I’ve started, I can’t stop.

Won’t ever stop.

When she wraps her arms around my waist, the hand I have on her face moves to the back of her neck and I lick at the seam of her perfect, peachy pink lips, asking her to open up for me, which she does, eagerly.

My free hand slides down her back to her pert, round ass and I groan as my tongue seeks out hers. Learning her. Tasting her.

Cherries, toothpaste, and Coralie—it’s a heady, lethal combination and so fucking addicting I become more demanding. This is it. I give it everything I have, pouring four, nearly five years of want into this kiss. It may not be the moment I thought it would happen, but I need to leave her in no doubt about how I feel.

I’m unbelievably hard from the intensity of the kiss and as I’m no longer the shy, too-tall boy I once was I pull her flush against me with force and grasp her neck and ass cheek firmer, wanting her to know what she does to me.

I’m rewarded with a moan that only spurs me on while committing the sound to memory. Her hands wander up my back and then she links them around my neck. We stay like this, mouths fused together, for what seems an eternity and when we finally pull apart, gasping for air, it feels like no time has passed.

I kissed Coralie.

Me. Gunner??

Coralie’s eyes shine neon with lust and if I didn’t know before, what with the Christmas Eve thing, the stolen looks, and then the slightly more obvious, standing in my backyard, late at night, I sure as shit know now that she wants me as much as I want her.

She starts to back away, shaking her head. “Gunner that was…”

“Worth the wait, Peaches?” I ground my words out, as my chest heaves. She nods her head, long ponytail swishing as she does, eyes widening at the name I’ve only called her a handful of times. The nickname, given to her when she was young—her parents deeming her ‘pretty as a peach’ isn’t used much anymore, but it suits her so much I’ve decided to make it my own. She’s the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on.

“I…Yeah…Yes.” she whispers, hand reaching up to her flushed neck, her blown pupils trying to focus.

“The boys came over tonight. Thought I needed help making my move. Looks like the long game played off, eh?”

She turns, leaving me standing with a raging hard-on, as I watch her walk away, this one last time.

“Oh, it paid off alright. I don’t want to go, but I gotta. We can take this slow, right?”

I take a deep steadying breath. “I’ll be waiting, and you better fucking believe it, Peaches. What’s a little more time?”

“I…I’ll see you soon, Gunner Grey.” I can’t help but smirk at how shell-shocked she is, and then she’s gone.

Locking up quickly, I jog my way back through the house to watch her cross the street and make sure she gets back safely. That ever-present ache of longing, the want that’s always burning in my chest, that only grew heavier over the years and more persistent, has started to dull in the past half an hour.

“Oh, it is definitely GO time,” I say to the darkened room and then I head back upstairs, invigorated and buzzing.

Ready to finally, get my girl and win the cup. I rub the left side of my chest,my she-wolf.

Chapter Three

Coralie

Gunner, Gunner, Gunner. That’s where my head’s been since our kiss. Our explosive first kiss. Where the hell that came from, I’ll never know.

After climbing into bed and tossing and turning for what felt like forever but was, in reality only five minutes, I grabbed the closest warm piece of clothing, pulled my hair tie tight, and walked—okay ran—straight over to Gunner’s.

Only one thing on my mind—I needed to see him.

As I navigate the car through the early morning rush hour traffic and needing a reprieve from the addictive, completely immersing memories of his vise-like grip and his exploring lips, I call my mom.

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