Page 51 of Gather the Storm

I came hard, tipping over into a dark abyss where everything else fell away.

There wasn’t room for anything but the waves of pleasure washing over me, my body shuddering with the intensity of it as Wolf lapped and sucked at my nipple.

I didn’t stop moving until every last ounce of pleasure had passed, then I collapsed, panting, against Wolf’s shoulder, feeling utterly drained and relaxed.

“Fuck, sunshine,” Wolf said, resting his face between my tits.

It took me a minute to realize what I’d done, probably because it was so bad on so many levels that my brain didn’t want to do the math.

Wolf LaForte had been my brother’s best friend.

He was probably my brother’s murderer.

And I’d just used him to get off.

Plus, he was supposed to be working for me. Our relationship was supposed to be professional.

Distant.

How else could we live in the same house together with Jace and Otis? How else could I stay objective enough to figure out the truth?

I lifted my head and looked at him, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

He tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear. “No need to apologize, sunshine. It was hot as hell watching you get off, feeling it.”

He shifted and I was newly aware of his cock, still hard as granite, between my legs.

“Do you want me to… um, help you out with that?” I asked. I was a virgin, but I’d fooled around a little here and there. I knew how to give a hand job.

He groaned and lifted me gently off him, guiding me back to the passenger seat. He used his hands to adjust his dick. “I’m sure you don’t realize this, but offering me a hand job right now is like offering the Big Bad Wolf a cookie.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

He turned his gaze on me and I almost flinched from the heat in his blue eyes. “One won’t be enough, sunshine.”

“What if I don’t want to give you just one?” I asked.

He reached over and tugged on my braid. It was the kind of thing he used to do when I was a kid, but the hunger coursing through my body was all grown-up.

“It’s a lot more complicated than that, Daisy.”

I wanted to ask why but it would have been a stupid question. There were a million reasons why.

I nodded. “You’re right.” I swallowed my residual lust. “Thanks for the, um… orgasm?”

He groaned and swiped at his lip with his thumb. “Fuck. We need to get out of here before I do something I’m going to regret.”

He reached for the door so I did the same, trying to ignore the disappointment that sat on my chest like a lead weight.

Because the truth was, I was very much down to do something I’d regret with Wolf.

And it was only day two of our new living arrangement.

Chapter 26

Otis

Ifinished placing the last camera — the one at the back door leading to the terrace — then slipped my phone out of my pocket to check the feed on my app.

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