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He peeled my hands from my face and looked down at me. “You think I care if Jace or Otis get you off? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to join the party, but I’m not jealous of Jace and Otis. They’re family. Now if I found out you’d fucked around with someone else…” His gaze darkened and I caught a glimpse of something new, something threatening that I’d never seen in him before. “Well, that would be your choice too, but I’m not going to pretend I’d be happy about it.”

“I just…I don’t know how this works,” I said. “I despise Jace with the fire of a thousand suns, but— ” He surprised me by laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You don’t hate Jace,” Wolf said. “He might annoy the fuck out of you, and honestly, same, but I’ve seen the way you look at him. And I’m sorry to break it to you, but that? That isn’t hate, sunshine.”

“I don’t actually want to talk about Jace.” This whole thing was weird. “I just… I don’t know how any of this works, and I wanted to be honest with you before… before we have sex.”

His expression softened. “I appreciate that, but it’s not an issue. Not for me anyway. Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

I shook my head.

“Good, because I think I might explode if I don’t fuck you A-S-A-fucking-P.”

I laughed. “Permission to continue.”

Not how I’d expected the losing-my-virginity moment to play out, but I was still glad I’d been honest. Wolf might not care that I’d been fucking around with Otis and Jace, but I was new to this multiple-partners-who-were-all-best-friends thing and I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

Myself excluded, because it was a forgone conclusion that I would be hurt in the end, one way or another. I tried not to think about that as Wolf stood to strip off his shorts.

And honestly? It was easy to forget everything with Wolf standing naked in the meadow. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d have trouble recalling my own name with his sculpted body on full display.

He was a bronze god, his shoulders broad and defined, covered with the ink that continued from his muscular chest. I couldn’t make out all the images there — it was a collage, like Jace’s — but I glimpsed trees and water, deer and moose, a feathered headdress and some kind of structure made out of logs.

His defined chest narrowed to a trim waist and washboard abs, a perfect Adonis belt pointing to his dick.

And goddamn.

If the rest of Wolf LaForte was jaw-dropping, his dick was something to really behold. Big and smooth, it jutted betweenhis thighs like a proud warrior, and my pussy was instantly wet, hunger opening up at my center as my body clamored with the primitive need to be filled by him.

He bent to the backpack and removed a condom, then knelt between my thighs and set it on the blanket.

I grinned up at him. “You dirty dog. You planned this!”

He laughed. “Let’s just say I was cautiously optimistic.” He spread my thighs and I squirmed a little as he looked down at my exposed pussy. I shuddered as he ran a thumb through my slit. “I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy all day, sunshine. And I’m ready for another taste.”

He lowered his face between my thighs and I closed my eyes, moaning as I lost myself in the heat of his tongue.

Chapter 54

Wolf

She tasted like heaven. Like sunshine.

Like everything good in the world.

She sighed as I ran my tongue through her soaking pussy and I tried to ignore the throbbing of my cock as I circled her hard little clit. I planned to be gentle fucking her for the first time, but I knew my dick was on the large side and I wanted her wet and ready — as open as possible — when the time came to push inside her.

She sank onto my mouth, moving her hips in time to the motion of my tongue.

I loved this about her. She might be a virgin, but she knew what she wanted and it was exciting as hell to wonder what she would be like when she really came into her sexuality.

She was already so hungry and she had no idea how good it could all feel.

The decision to show her hadn’t been an easy one, not because I wasn’t dying to bury my cock in her sweet little pussy but because I knew once wouldn’t be enough. Once I fucked her, I’d want more.

And more and more and more.

It was bound to end in heartache — for Daisy, definitely, but for me too.

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