Page 31 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
“What’s going on?” Valentino asks, picking up my legs to sit on my lounger. He puts my feet back on his lap and starts rubbing up and down my calves. The action calms me slightly, but I still feel a chill rake down my spine at the thought of rats.
“Don’t want to talk about gross rodents,” I say quickly, scratching at my arm. “Just anything else.”
The three of them exchange looks.
“Did you put on enough sun cream?” Valentino asks.
He’s moving before I can say I slathered myself in it. Andrea and Junelle start talking about the DJ for thewedding, but I’m struggling to focus. Valentinomovesme. Like really moves me. Like I’m a coffee mug on a desk who just needs to be scooted an inch to the left so it doesn’t spill on graded papers. He squeezes in behind me on the lounger, pressing his wet body against my dry one.
Well, one part of me isn’t dry.
“Don’t worry about the rat.” He squirts cream, the smell of sunblock wafting up over the smell of seawater. “He’s a problem for me to handle.”
“Didn’t know exterminator was in your job description,” I joke.
“All a part of the job as the big boss.”
He’s so serious when he says it. I’m really not sure how to respond and thankfully I don’t have to. His big hands smooth across the open back of my swimsuit.
I thought this one-piece would be more appropriate for today, seeing as this is a whole family gathering thing, but Valentino barely touches the straps and they are slipping off my shoulders. He massages cream across my freckled skin, pressing his thumbs gently into my muscles. My body melts under his firm touch, and my eyes roll back as he rubs away the knots in my shoulders.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Sex ban. Sex ban.I will not show weakness in front of Junelle and Andrea. I’m stronger than the pulsingheat growing between my legs as Valentino sneaks his finger into my suit to ghost across my breasts. I just stare at my book, only to realise these two fictional idiots are mid fuck as well.
I’m absolutely going to fail.
“Is the water cold?” I ask, voice strained and squeaking.
It wasn’t two days ago. I know it’s the perfect temperature. We just need to get away from my best friend before I make a fool of myself. We’ve been through so much together, but I can’t be this horny in front of Junelle. There has to be a limit, right?
“No, it feels really good. You need to cool off, baby?” Valentino’s lips brush across my ear as he speaks. As he leans into me, his hard dick pushes against my low back.
He is doing this on purpose.
“Join me.” I don’t ask. If he really wants to tease and play games in public, he’ll follow me.
The first step into the water makes goosebumps erupt across my skin. Valentino is right there with me, waiting his turn to climb down the ladder. It’s better to take the plunge and get adjusted quickly, so I leap the rest of the way into the water. Coolness rushes across my heated skin, but the desire rippling through my core is still there, hot and heady as I break the surface of the salty water again.
I wade around the pier, smiling at his family as they play in the shallower waters. One of his cousins, I think, points at her float to ask if I want it, but I shake my head. With a little effort, I swim further out. At the far end of the pier, there are large rock formations to keep the waves at bay. There are no posted rules about swimming past that point, so I’m hoping we can have some privacy just on the other side.
Valentino follows me without question until I’m pulling myself up onto a flat rock. He gives me a boost when I get one leg up.
“Cooler now?” he asks, a cheeky little smirk on his lips. He spreads my thighs until he can stand between them.
“You’re such a tease.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He feigns innocence. “I was simply helping the most beautiful woman on the pier protect her skin.”
“Uh-huh, and your dick was helping you how?” I smooth a hand through his wet hair, slicking back his black locks until he looks like he actually might be a mob boss. A smile plays on my lips. Now that’s a thought. A mafia man always makes for a hot love interest.
“Keep petting me like this and we’ll see just how helpful he can be,” Valentino says, leaning further into my touch.
“Are you getting nervous about tomorrow?” I ask, changing the subject.
“What’s there to be nervous about? It’s going to be a great day.”
The way he says that hits me a bit oddly. Like his defences are up for something that I thought would lighten the mood. Of course, tomorrow is going to be awesome. Junelle has been keeping her dress a secret and I can’t wait to see it. I also know the menu for dinner looks like it will be to die for.
