Page 63 of She Wolf

Coralie runs Jack a bath and then while he’s splashing around, I make my exit.

“It’s so amazing how he just bounced straight back from last night.”

“Crazy, isn’t it? A good night's sleep and he’ll be fighting fit tomorrow. We need a do-over, Sweets,” She shakes her head. “So not you. This is going to be tricky.”

“I think we definitely need a do-over. How about tomorrow?”

“I can plant a seed in Jack’s ear and get him to call one of his uncles to have him.”

“Call Casey. I want you at my place tomorrow. I’m cooking.”

“Oh yeah, more bananas on toast?”

“No, something way better. Something out of a packet or a box or the freezer.” I pump my eyebrows.

“Sounds tempting, I’m in.” She lifts up on her toes and I give her a heart-stopping, body-melting kiss. A tiny taste of what's in store tomorrow night.

“See you, tomorrow,” I tell her as I walk the ten feet to my truck.

“Night Boo.”

“Nope!” I say as I get into my truck.

Chapter Fourteen

Gunner

Icooked Coralie fettuccine with broccoli and shrimp, had tiramisu delivered for dessert, and you know what, who cares? What matters in this exact moment is that I’m making out with Coralie. My hands are all over her body, hers all over mine. I’m in heaven.

I’ve cranked the AC up and lit the logs on the fire because even though it was a hot day, there was no way I was waiting until Fall for this fantasy to play out.

Desperate is my middle name.

Lifting her thin silky white top over her head I’m met with the smoothest, softest skin I’ve ever felt. Her creamy pert tits are covered in a lacy, pink bra and my hands are on her before I can even think. She pushes into them and taking that as a signal to lose said bra, I unsnap the clasp, her chest heaving, her breathing becoming shallow, the pulse in her neck quickening.

“Coralie,” I murmur into her neck, my hands never faltering as I kneed the perfect globes.

“I want you so much,” she breathes and my head spins.

Hockey, Coralie, and Jack, the three biggest loves of my life and I get to have it all. I get to spend the night worshipping this woman, getting everything I’ve ever wanted. Opening my eyes to do one last check that she's on board with what's about to happen she grabs my cheeks in her soft hands and kisses me so hard I unravel.

This is it.

Gripping the back of her head, I twist my hand through her silky locks and kiss her so deep and for so long we can barely breathe.

Eventually, I have to pull away, needing oxygen so I can carry on and I take the opportunity brought by the pause to pick her up off the brown suede couch. Coralie instinctively wraps her jean-clad legs around me and I carry her up the stairs, only breaking our kisses to make sure I’m not walking her into a wall. Although that’s not a bad idea, the goal is to get her into my bed.

Finally.

And then tie her to it, so she can never leave.

For nearly five years I’ve wanted her naked under me, over me, Jesus, anyway I could get her. And now I get to have exactly that.

Placing her gently down on the grey and yellow duvet, I shuck off my shoes. My jeans and socks go next and I don’t even bother to undo each button of my shirt, I just pull it apart, the shiny discs ping off and hit the hardwood floor like skittles.

“Holy crap, Gunner,” she laughs but the sound gets stuck in her throat as she takes me in.

Scrambling up onto her knees she places her hands on my body and runs her palms over my thick pecs and the tattoo that’s adorned the left side of my chest for a while now.

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