Page 186 of Wicked Savage Wolves
We both lie there, skin slick with sweat, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds pass, he rolls to his side and tugs me into his arms.
“I missed you,” he says against my hair, and a feeling of contentment sweeps through me.
“I missed you too.”
He takes a deep breath, his nose buried in my hair as he says, “You going to marry me this time?”
I choke on a laugh and try to turn to see his face. He’s kidding, right?
I catch a smirk and know right away he’s just messing with me, so I say, “Nope.”
He pretends to be wounded, a mock crestfallen expression on his face. “Fine. Fine. But you’ll date me, right? Be my girl? Let me and my wolf court you properly.”
I bite my lip. “Yeah. I’ll be your girl.” I have no idea what courting me properly entails, but I’m happy to find out.
He squeezes me again. “About fucking time. And we’re making this Faceplace or Tikgram or whatever the fuck they call it official.”
I laugh. “You’re not even on social media.”
“Don’t care. I'll download all the damn apps just to let everyone out there know Joaninha Sousa ismine.”
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BONUS SCENE: Jo
My breasts are heavy and god do they hurt. I knew it would be painful once I decided to stop nursing César, I just didn't realize how painful. Urgh. I'm dying.
"I'm going to take a shower," I tell Jordy, shoving to my feet. I don't wait for him to respond. I’m about to explode if I don’t do something to relieve the pressure.
Stripping as soon as the bathroom door closes behind me, I turn the shower on full blast and groan as I unhook my bra and it hits the floor. It used to feel amazing taking my bra off when I got home from school but seriously, with this much freaking milk trapped in my tits, I almost miss the damn thing. I feel like I have to hold my chest up, they’re so sore.
Holding my breasts in my hands, I slipped past the curtain into the steaming shower. The water hits me and I hiss, the temperature near scaling but at least it acts as a distraction. I stand under the hot spray, breastmilk leaking down my chest and stomach and yeah, fuck it, I'm going to milk myself. This is one of those moments of motherhood no one prepares you for. Thankfully I have my hydrokinesis to lend a helping hand. Since breastmilk is made up of 87% water, I draw on that and direct the liquid out of my breast, the relief almost immediate.
Thank God.Opening my eyes, I stare down at my chest and have the pleasure of watching milk shoot out in streams but not two like you would think. It shoots out in four or five different directions out of each nipple. Why does motherhood come with so many... interesting moments like this?
Ten minutes pass and finally, the ache in my chest is begins to subside. I force myself to stop, releasing the hold on my abilities so as not to empty my breasts entirely despite the inclination to do exactly that. I need to dry up. Not tell my body to make more. Releasing a sigh, I’m about to reach for the shampoo to wash my hair when the curtain is tugged back and a very naked Jordy steps into the shower with me.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, hands flying up to cover myself, like he hasn’t seen me naked before but, old habits die hard and the lights are on. Like, bright white lights on which means there is not a single shadow in here doing me any favors right now. Though that means every inch of him is equally as exposed and my eyes immediately lock onto his impressive dick. His impressive and growing harder by the second dick. I flick my gaze up to meet his in time to see his eyes brighten, his wolf coming to the forefront. He takes a slow perusal of my body, his hands lifting to tug at my own. Reluctantly, I allow him this, knowing he doesn’t care about my stretch marks or soft stomach. Jordy has only ever made me feel beautiful.
“Fuck, it was worth it.”
I lift a brow. “What was?”
He steps closer to me, his hard body now pressed against mine. “Bribing Sofia to watch César so I could jump in here with you.”
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Oh really, bribing your baby sister now? What did she get out of you this time?” Sofia loves to watch her nephew but she’s a smart cookie, that one. I’d swindle my big brother too—if I had one. That’s what little sisters are for.
“Tacos from thetaqueriaon the other side of town.”
“Del Leon’s?”
He nods.
“I want some, too!”
Jordy chuckles, a deep husky sound that makes my toes curls. “Hmm, what will I get in return?” The fingers of one hand tangle in my hair as his lips hover over my own. His free hand cups my rear, pressing me tighter against his hard length and I can already taste the hint of sweet oranges and chili that always seems to linger on his tongue.
I pull back but his grip doesn’t allow even the smallest fraction of space between us. “Wait a minute. You bribe her to get naked in the shower with me and now you’re trying to black mail me, the naked girl you wanted to be in the shower with in the first place?”
