Page 37 of Hard to Hold
A second later it opened, and a shirtless Wolfe stood before me, taking up a spot against the doorjamb. The only light came from a lamp inside that offered a pale yellow glow, silhouetting him from behind.
“What can I do you for, Sheriff?”
I didn’t even pretend not to eye every mouthwatering inch of the man that was visible. The various tattoos that decorated his body did nothing to hide the sinful musculature. In fact, the ink enhanced his physique, enough that my mouth suddenly watered with the need to taste him.
But I wasn’t here for that.
Not entirely, anyway.
“You cool?” I asked, meeting Wolfe’s eyes.
One dark eyebrow lifted as he stared back at me. “You came all the way out here to ask me that?”
He pushed off the wall and moved closer.
Once again, I found myself standing my ground.
“Or was there somethin’ else you had in mind, Sheriff?”
I kept my eyes locked on his rugged features.
He grabbed my wrist roughly. “Maybe you wanted to feel for yourself?”
“This a game to you?” I asked. I needed to know for sure that he wasn’t fucking with me.
Wolfe pressed my hand to the hard ridge behind his zipper. When he hissed in a breath, that was the only response I needed, but he added, “What do you think?”
I kept my hand pressed against his rock-hard dick, adding a small amount of friction, wishing like hell those unbuttoned jeans weren’t in the way. I didn’t intend to take this any further, but I couldn’t stop the need to touch him.
“Is that what you want?” Wolfe asked, his voice pitched low and laced with gravel. “My dick?”
“I want more than that,” I admitted. “The same as you.”
“How the fuck do you know what I want?”
I stepped forward, and to my surprise, Wolfe took a step back. I continued to crowd the bigger man until he was up against the stone wall of the house. Grinding my palm against his erection, I held his gaze. “Trust me. I know exactly what you want. You want to know what it’ll feel like with my mouth wrapped around your dick.”
Wolfe’s expression didn’t change.
“You wanna know how fuckin’ hot it’ll be when the two of us are makin’ Amy burn hotter and hotter until she can’t contain it anymore. Then you want to slide your dick inside her sweet body while I take her ass.” I waited to see if he would deny it. He didn’t. “It’s drivin’ you fuckin’ crazy, ain’t it?”
Wolfe didn’t respond with words, but he reached down and pushed his jeans off his hips, freeing his cock. “Put your mouth on me.”
The rough growl was almost impossible to resist. However, I still wasn’t sure Wolfe wasn’t fucking with me. Rather than give in to the temptation only to be disappointed later, I shook my head.
“Not yet.” Instead, I wrapped my hand around his cock, fisting him tightly. Wolfe’s dick was long and thick. Fucking huge, just like the man. “You’ll have to be patient.”
He hissed in a breath when I began jerking him off, stroking roughly.
“Son of a bitch. I … goddamn … fuck…”
Wolfe’s hips thrust forward, fucking my hand.
My dick twitched against my zipper. I would’ve given any damn thing for Wolfe to touch me, but I couldn’t allow it. Not yet. Not until I knew how this would play out. As much as I wanted him, I wanted Amy just as much. I knew he felt the same, but the man was in desperate need of relief. I understood that. Shit, for the past week I'd jacked off morning and night just to take the edge off.
Wolfe’s hand wrapped around mine, and we stroked the length of his cock together right there on his front porch, the warm night breeze blowing over us.
“Imagine if Amy was here,” I said, my voice low. “If she was watchin’. You think she’d get off on it? You think she’d wanna join in?” That was a question I knew no one had the answer to, but it was a fantasy we could live out right here and now. “Think about it, Wolfe. That sexy woman ridin’ your face, her tight little pussy grindin’ against your mouth while you drive her fuckin’ crazy. And while you’re doing that, I’ll be suckin’ your cock, takin’ all of you in my mouth…”
