Page 20 of Bratva Wolf

“Fine. But I’ll need to get a new job.”

I lean my body into hers. “No, you don’t. I’ll pay for your school.” She wiggles to turn around and I step back, admiring the confusion on her face. “I don’t want you stripping anymore. It bugs me.”

Her brow raises while her face softens. “Why does it bother you?”

I shrug, pushing my face into the water. I grab the shampoo and wash my hair as she squirts body wash on her hands and rubs my torso. My body wars with itself. My heart wants to feel her hands worshipping my body, but my dick wants to be inside her, making her mine again. Her hands dip down to wash my legs and her hand cups my balls and shaft with a sudsy grip. I moan as she smiles. Sex wins, and I grab the hand wand to rinse off the soap. Soap runs down our bodies until we’re clean. I put the wand back on the wall and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place to devour her mouth. Her moan sets my soul on fire. I grab her and pick her up against the wall, slipping between her legs. She shimmies down as my length finds her warmth.

“Oh.” She shudders as I fill her. “Wow.”

Her words drive my insane need to possess her. Thrusting my cock inside her while my only thought is to make her come. Her hands rest on my shoulders as I press her against the shower wall. “God, you feel good.” I’m lost in the lust. Her nails push in to my skin as she tightens around me.

“Yes!” Her orgasm is enough to send me into a mind-blowing climax of my own. Panting we both come down off the spectacular high. She giggles. “Well, we’re dirty now.”

I laugh as the tension from the day rolls off me like the water dripping from my skin. I set her down and move us back under the water, grabbing the wand as she gets the body wash.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re both naked in the kitchen as she’s grilling cheese sandwiches on my gourmet stove. She turns with the spatula in her hand. “This stove looks like it’s never been used.”

I sip my beer as I admire her spectacular ass. “It hasn’t. I don’t cook.”

“Huh.” She slides the sandwich onto the plate and uses the spatula to cut it in half. “If I had a stove like this, I’d cook all the time.” She cringes and my heart clenches at her discomfort in confiding her thoughts to me.

“You can use the stove anytime. I wasn’t kidding when I said this is your home.”

She slides up on the stool next to me. “Why is that?”

I savor the first bite of the sandwich. Note to self: get more groceries so she can cook me more food. I cock my head. “I like you. You make my day better. And this sandwich makes me sure you should stay here.”

She scoffs. “It’s a grilled cheese with Italian spices on the bread.” She takes a bite from her half of the sandwich. “It’s a good thing processed American cheese doesn’t go bad.”

I nod. “Yeah. I don’t get groceries. I could. There’s a housekeeper that comes in twice a week. She could grab food.”

She swings her head. “Maybe you could just shop for yourself.”

The smile slowly moves up my mouth. “Or we could shop together tomorrow after class.”

She stops chewing. Her startled look makes my smile broader. She’s dumbfounded at my suggestion. She murmurs. “You’re serious about me staying here?”

“I am.” My heart waits for my head to list reasons why I shouldn’t be happy with this new idea and dread never comes. “You need to call your grandmother and tell her you’re moving in with me.” Her mouth falls open as I pick up the empty plate.She doesn’t say anything as she takes a swig of beer from my bottle. She grimaces at the taste and I smile.

“What’s this between us?”

I pick up my drink and let the question float around before I finish my beer and answer. “We’ve been spending time together for a couple of weeks and I want more.”

“More?

I pull her into my arms and rest her on my lap. “More. We’re good together and not just in bed. Though, that is the very best. But I digress. You mean something to me. I didn’t expect to want someone all the time.”

“So, is this a relationship?”

My heart rate skips a beat. “I don’t know how to name it. I love having you here. Is that enough for you to agree to stay here?”

She nods, and I can see the wheels spinning in her mind. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” I grab her and pull her close. “Come on. Round two.” I’ll figure out the words I need to use to convince her she matters to me later.

SCARLET

I can barely keep my eyes open. Thane kept me up most of the night pleasuring the both of us and showering me with words about why this thing between us isn’t just a stream of hookups. I smile at the way my heart speeds up when I think about him. I just can’t listen to my professor drone on in his monotone voice about mental health theory and application. Half his slides have typos or incorrect information. I’m lucky that I already got alot of this info in my nursing certificate program I took in high school.

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