Page 101 of Hard to Hold
“Hmm,” she said, a playful gleam in her eye. “What did you have in mind?”
Wolfe looked at me, then back at Amy. “I was thinkin’ more orgasms.”
“Yep. Me, too. I think that’s the perfect punishment,” I added.
“Well…” Amy got to her feet, stretched leisurely, her T-shirt baring her stomach. She looked as though she was gearing up to go to bed. Of course, then she grinned. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Before she could get two steps, Wolfe had tossed her over his shoulder and was carrying her to the bedroom. She giggled, her hands gripping his shorts, tugging them down and baring Wolfe’s ass as the big man made the distance to the bedroom disappear in as few steps as possible.
I was right behind them.
Wolfe put her on her feet, tugged up his shorts, then took a step back, his heated eyes trailing over her. “Shirt has to go.”
Amy seemed to accept his instruction as a dare, reaching down and deftly removing her T-shirt.
I was content to watch the action, admire the woman standing before us in a pair of jeans and a plain white bra.
“Now the jeans,” Wolfe added.
She was a little more seductive as she watched the two of us, slowly unbuttoning the jeans, then easing the zipper down. She shimmied them over her hips before letting them fall to the floor.
Good God, the woman was so fucking hot. I didn’t think she even realized how hot. Her sweet innocence only added to the smoldering look in her eye.
“So damn hot,” I groaned.
“Might as well lose the bra and panties while you’re at it,” Wolfe rasped. “It’ll save us time later.”
“I will if you lose the shorts,” she countered, hands on her hips.
In the blink of an eye, Wolfe had his shorts off and was standing buck-ass naked, his cock bobbing excitedly. I couldn’t help but admire him, too. Lean and ripped, Wolfe Caine made my mouth water.
“Oh, my God,” Amy said under her breath, her eyes focused on Wolfe’s very hard, very imposing cock.
Yep. That was what I had thought the first time, too.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that and he’s gonna get too excited,” Wolfe said, that warning growl accompanying his words as he gripped his cock in one big hand, stroking slowly.
Amy turned to me. “Now you, Sheriff.” She smirked. “I think Wolfe would like to help you out.”
I was going to have to do some work to catch up with them since I still had my damn boots on.
“You first,” Wolfe told her. “Then I’ll strip him while you watch.”
As though that was one hell of a prize, Amy removed the bra and panties, tossing them to the side of the bed.
I focused on breathing when Wolfe moved in behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as I worked on my belt buckle. Knowing this would take a while, I helped us along by toeing off my boots.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed, leaning into Wolfe when the man pulled my cock from my boxers, his rough grip sending shockwaves through my insides.
Before I could process what was happening, Amy was in front of me.
On her knees.
And holy fucking hell…
It was a damn good thing Wolfe was behind me. Otherwise, I would’ve been on the floor.
She looked so damn sweet, so innocent, kneeling before me, her hands sliding up my jean-clad thighs. Rather than go for my dick, she reached for the waistband and tugged the denim down.
