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Wolf walks out of the bathroom toward the bed. He’s in boxers, shirtless. I’ve seen him like this a dozen times now, and every time I have to stop myself from drooling. His body should be on the cover of magazines. Every muscle is sculpted to perfection and highlighted by his tattoos. He catches sight of my expression and stops a few feet from the bed.
“Like what you see, baby?” Wolf grins.
I don’t respond at first. But then I pull the sheet down farther, revealing my naked breasts. I watch him, smirking as a bulge grows in his shorts. “I don’t think I’m the only one who has a good view right now.”
He lets out a groan, his cock fully tenting his boxers now. He sheds them and climbs into bed, sliding under the covers next to me. His body ishot. I arch into him, needing every part of us to touch. His hand slides between us, finding the arousal building at my core. He runs a finger through it, circling around my clit.
“Oh, bunny. You’re so wet.” He groans the words, bringing his hand up to my mouth. I suck his fingers, licking my juices off.
Wolf shifts us so I’m on my back. His cock slides along my slit, teasing, and then presses at my entrance. “You ready?”
I nod, and he slowly slides in. The barbells that pierce through his shaft stretch me as he enters. I wince with the momentary bite of pain, but then pleasure takes over, and I need more. He thrusts himself all the way home, then pulls back and starts to move faster. I’ve completely forgotten everything else that’s happened in the past weeks, just like I do every time he’s inside me. He reaches down and pinches my sensitive nipple, soft at first, then hard enough to make me flinch. Wolf switches to the other nipple and repeats the action. He keeps driving hard and fast, and my body responds, shattering in an orgasm around him.
He smiles down at me while he keeps moving, slower now. He brings his hands to my face. His fingers brush the hair off my cheeks while he gently moves inside me, placing a tender kiss over my lips. It’s the first time he’s kissed me, and it feels more intimate than any other moment we’ve shared.
“Everleigh,” he whispers, his voice almost hoarse.
He keeps moving slowly, but his thrusts are harder. Deliberate. I arch into it. I need more. I clench my pussy, forcing another groan out of him.
“Fuck, baby. I—” He thrusts inside again as I start to spasm.
Another climax takes over, and I spiral in bliss. I feel him swell, then his hot seed spills inside me as I come again, my pussy gripping him in overwhelming bliss.
Wolf slides back into bed after cleaning both of us up. I’m almost ready to go again, but I settle for cuddling up against him.
I turn slightly to my side to see him. He brushes my hair back from my face with a smile. His fingers trace my jawline, down my neck to my collarbone, where he touches my locket.
“You always wear this,” he says, lifting it gently.
I nod, bringing my fingers to the necklace to intertwine with his. “It was my mother’s. She gave it to me a few months before she died. I haven’t taken it off at all since the car accident.”
I told Wolf about my parents’ car accident—not that it was really an accident at all, as it turned out—after we cleaned out my apartment. It feels good to tell him things, I’m learning. Like a weight has lifted off my chest. I share with him, and all of a sudden, I have help carrying the heavy things.
Wolf keeps tracing my collarbone and décolletage. “Is there a picture inside it?”
I shake my head. “No. At least, I don’t think so. I’ve never been able to get it to open. I think it’s just pretty. She would have told me if there was a picture in there, or showed me or something.”
Wolf squints at the locket. “There’s a clasp here, and a hinge. It looks like it does open. Can I try?”
“Sure. I don’t want to take it off, though. Is that okay?” I don’t really care if he tries. I just can’t remove it. Maybe someday, but not now.
Wolf fiddles with the locket. His eyes squint. A little bit of his tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth with concentration in the most adorable way. He works at it for a few minutes before I let out a sigh.
“Wolf, it’s not going to open. It’s okay. Just—”
“Ah-ha!” He sounds triumphant. “Got it! Just press here and…” The locket opens with a soft click. There’s no picture.
It’s something else.
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Everleigh’seyesarewide.“What’s that?”
I squint at it, then use a fingernail to pull the little piece of plastic out of the locket. “It’s a memory card. People use them to store pictures. Or information.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t understand. Why is that in there?”
