Page 48 of Wolf

I see something flash across her face and she asks carefully, “What’s on your mind?”

“Did Malcolm ever have concerns about you havin’ a kid?” I ask. “He seems like exactly the guy to have weird hang-ups about it, like bein’ involved with a single mother wouldn’t fit his perfect image.”

Julia looks surprised at the question. She taps her fingers on her thigh while she’s thinking.

“The only thing he ever said was to explain why he wasn’t going to adopt Artie or give him his name,” she finally says. “He acted all noble about it and said that he wasn’t going to try and replace Artie’s real father. I never quite understood that since… since the father wasn’t in the picture then. I guess he was leaving that door open for somewhere down the line? I’m not sure.”

“Acted all noble,” I repeat, and something suddenly clicks into place for me. “You think maybe he married you because you already had a kid?”

“I don’t understand.” Julia rests her head on my shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“Okay, think about it. He probably wants to look normal and complete, right? He’s got to keep up his image, and most people still expect to see men like him with a wife and kids. You were a ready-made family for him to take advantage of.” I shudder and my stomach roils. “You were puzzle pieces he could fit into his life, so he nabbed you and put you there.”

She’s silent for a few moments. “You might be right.” She turns her face toward me, and I feel her warm breath. I smell her, the sweet, clean, womanly perfume that exudes from her pores. “It’s all about image for lawyers, isn’t it? That’s what they do, paint images for the jury. He saw what I needed and showed it to me regardless of if it was true.”

“I hate him.” Another spasm of disgust grips me. “I can’t sleep at night because of hating him.”

“Don’t think about him.”

“What am I supposed to think about?”

“Wolf?” She blinks up at me with sparkles of amusement in her gaze, like sunlight on the ocean waves. “You really have to ask that?”

I lower my voice. “I like hearin’ the answer.”

Her cheeks turn pink and that makes her look damn cute. I press my lips to hers, and she fills my head, simple as that. My hunger for her, ever insatiable, leaps to the front of my mind. I wrap my arms around her and start to press her down onto her back on the bed.

Julia stops me with a hand on my chest. “Might not have much time,” she whispers.

So, a good old-fashioned romp in the hay might be out of the question. Time to get creative, because I am not leaving this room without having her.

I kiss her again, fucking my tongue into her mouth, tasting as much of her as I can because I might not be seeing her face for a little while. She tangles her fingers in my hair, shoving her lips hard against mine.

I stand up and pull her with me. She gives me a questioning look as I unbutton and unzip my jeans and shove them down right there in the middle of the room.

Excitement replaces confusion as she sees my cock straining at my boxers. She grabs me in her hand and squeezes. I groan, pushing my face to her shoulder to muffle the sound. I wrap my hands around her hips and slide them down, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her pants as I go. She helps me, wriggling her pants down past her smooth, creamy thighs, then below her knees and to her ankles. She kicks them off and stands there in her panties.

They’re only white cotton. Their simple innocence contrasts with the way her juices have soaked the crotch, turning the fabric translucent. I rub her with the heel of my hand, dragging the hot, sodden material over her swollen folds.

“Fuck,” Julia whispers, a short, breathless expulsion of sound.

I grab her and push her up against the nearest wall, facing it. Her fingers splay against the bumpy surface. She spreads her legs and bends forward a little, pushing her ass toward me.

I give that ass a little spank, making her cheek bounce. Then, I pull her panties down. She lifts her feet to help get them off. The fact that she’s clothed from the waist up makes her bare ass and pussy seem somehow even more tempting and inviting.

I shove my boxers down and slot myself up behind her. Because she’s bent forward a little, her pussy is spread and ready for me. I take myself in my hand and guide myself into her hot, slick depths.

Julia balls up a fist against her mouth and moans into it. She rocks back against me, taking all of me, swallowing me up. I look down between us to watch her pussy devouring my cock, until I’m pressed right up against her ass.

I reach around her to hold onto her breasts, squeezing and kneading, and kiss the back of her neck where her hair parts to reveal porcelain white. I start to move inside of her, my thrusts shoving her against the wall. Braced on her hands like she is, absorbing the shock, there’s little sound to be heard, except for breathing, moaning, and the slap of wet flesh, that is.

Julia arches underneath me, plunging on my cock. Her nipples are like diamonds under my touch. She presses her cheek to the wall, eyes shut tight, mouth gaped open to gasp for air.

I can’t close my eyes. I have to look at her, to take her in, absorb every detail so I won’t ever forget this. My balls tighten and my groin burns, heat working its way to the very edge of my control. I can feel how Julia’s clenching and convulsing around me. She’s almost ready, too.

I press my lips to her neck, kissing her over and over. My control faltering, a wild urge takes over me, and I do something I probably shouldn’t do because I won’t be able to take it back.

It’s a promise I’m not sure I can keep.