Page 26 of She Wolf

I simply nod my response. Two. Days. That’s how long it’s been since my lips were on hers and I’m desperate for another kiss.

“Hey, can you come with me a sec? I have something for you,” she says, catching me off guard.

“For me? Okay then.” I follow her into the house and then to the pantry. She quickly shuts the door.

“It’s in here?” I wonder aloud and I know my brow furrows because she reaches up in the dark and smoothes it out.

“Yeah, it’s in here.” She pushes me against the door and lifts up on her tiptoes. Catching on fast, I’m capturing her lips before she can lean the whole way in and flipping us around so that she’s against the door. She gasps into my mouth, and I get busy making sure I hear a whole lot more of that.

Moving for that ass I love so much; I squeeze and then lift. She wraps her legs around

my waist and impulsively starts to grind herself against my already steel-hard cock. I completely lose myself.

I register nothing other than the sound of her moans and the feel of her body. When I start moving too, adding to the friction, the kiss becomes almost carnal. I’m totally lost in her.

Desperate.

“There’s that moan again,” I can’t help but stutter out when another slips from her

lips. Every time my tongue and pelvis meet with her heat, I’m closer and closer to the edge of, well, everything. I feel as if I could blow at any second.

It’s like I’m in a dream or high or, Christ, both! It’s like now that I know I can have her, the need I feel for her has been unleashed.

We’re in a pantry for fucks sake, but neither of us seems to care. Fuck my suit, fuck the game, fuck the playoffs. I’m addicted and nothing else matters. Pulling away I try to draw some much-needed air into my lungs while latching on to her delicate neck.

“I need to take you out on a date,” I mutter against her silky skin.

“Uh-huh, that sounds good.” She tilts her head giving me more access and I trail my lips and tongue up to her ear. My hands creep under her jersey, skimming the soft skin of her ribcage, all the while she’s still grinding down on my dick and pulling at my hair directing my mouth—

“Mom, I’m ready. Where are you?”

“Fudge!” she whispers into my mouth, bringing us both back to reality. My heart thunders against my chest as I lower her and then adjust myself, trying to steady my breathing. I flip on the light. Her hair is all over the place and her shirt is lifted from my roaming hands. I straighten her out while she fixes her crazy hair and place one more kiss on her addictive lips.

“We’re in here, Jack. I was fixing the bulb,” I say, my voice not my own but swinging the door open anyway.

“I’ll be tall enough to help you one day, Mom.”

He looks incredible in his game-day attire and what can only be described as pride swells in my chest. The sharp, grey suit is something he started wearing at the beginning of the season. He arrives at the arena in it and then changes in the family box.

“You look so cool, dude,” I say to him.

“Thanks, Gunner,” he says, shooting me finger guns. Seems Knox has rubbed off on him while he’s been living here.

Casey, Anna and Knox come in from the deck, Casey doing a double take as he surveys the scene. I can only imagine what we look like to someone who’s not seven.

Outside, he gets everyone into his car and then I jog over to my matte black RAM 1500 TRX and as I approach Callan’s driveway, I stop.

“You wanna jump in with me?” He looks up and then makes his way over, stuffing the keys to his Mustang into his pocket.

“What’s up with your hair?” he asks frowning while getting into the cab.

“Nothing,” I say self-consciously peeking into the rear-view mirror to fix it.

“You ready for tonight?” he smirks.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. How ‘bout you?”

Callan’s face grows serious, and he simply nods, staring out the windshield.

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