Page 12 of Bratva Wolf

“Oh.”

I smile. “Oh. I bet you don’t typically have sleepovers.”

“No. Grandmother never let me. You’d be my first.”

“All the firsts we’ve enjoyed since I found you.”

She smiles and reaches down to stroke my dick. “You’re happy to see me. Isn’t he tired?”

“No, Red. He’s never tired with you.”

She props herself up on her arm. “Three times.”

I lean over and pull her nipple into my mouth and suck. She moans as I pop off. “Four is so much better than three.”

She laughs and my heart skips a beat. “You are so right. Four is much better than three.”

An hour later, we step out of the shower in large, warm, white towels. She dries her hair. “I love your towel warmer.”

“Feel free to use it anytime.”

She beams at me, and I have to admit I’m happy. “Where do you pay for your classes?”

She hangs up the towel and frowns.

The corner of my mouth lifts as I open the second drawer of my bathroom vanity. Her eyes light up when she sees the drawer is full of hair and face products. Her smile dips for just a moment. She’s wondering how many women have been standing in this bathroom. I pull her to me. “You’re the only woman I’ve had naked in my bathroom.”

She raises up on her tiptoes and kisses my lips. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now that I’ve decided you’re going to spend more time here, I bought things for you to use. You won’t have to take stuff back and forth. There are clothes for you in the guest bedroom. I had to guess your size, but I’m pretty good with your body.”

She chuckles. “You’re magnificent with my body. Thanks for that, too.”

I pour myself a cup of coffee as I wait for her to enter my kitchen. She strolls in looking like a supermodel in the clothes I bought.

She spins around. “These are way too expensive. Thank you.”

“They look good on you. But you could wear a sack and still look like a model.”

“You’re good for my ego, Thane.”

“My pleasure, Red. Coffee?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” She takes the cup in her hands and sips the perfectly concocted nectar. “Exactly the way I like it. Thank you. You’re batting a thousand.”

I rinse my cup in the sink and lean against the island. “You didn’t answer me.”

“About?” Her eyes twinkle. She looks young and fresh.

“Where do you have to go to pay for your tuition?”

“Oh. The University.”

“How are you in your last year of nursing school at twenty?”

“I took the Associate’s degree classes in high school and transferred them to the university. This is my second year there. It should be my last year, but I’ll need two more years because I can’t take as many classes as I need to for each semester.”

“What do you want to do with your degree?”

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