Page 115 of Bad Wolf

I slam my phone down on the counter, and I do a quick spin to make sure no one heard what he just said. Of course no one is in the kitchen where I stand alone, but still. Thank God Anna had the good sense to scram before I hit play on that horny fucker’s message.

We literally had sex seven hours ago. And now he’s raring to go and all night long too?

He can’t get here fast enough.

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“Hey Baby,” he says as I get into the passenger seat of the car. He looks sexy and tousled, obviously having driven here with the windows down, the mild night a promise of things to come.

“Hi,” I breathe as I stretch over to place a kiss on his lips.

“I would have come in to get you.”

“Well, I thought you were hungry and didn’t want you to have to wait,” I say, dripping as much sex into my voice as I can.

His eyes widen and he smirks. “You liked my message, huh?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Fuck, you are getting it.” He says shifting the car into reverse and backing out of the driveway.

“Come on, Demon. My girl wants a good tongue fuckin’,” he says, tapping the roof of his car and turning to me.

“Ass play too,” he rasps, and I let out a lust filled squeak.

“The way you drench me when I’m playing with you like that makes me so fucking hot, Wren.” He steps on the gas, the engine roaring on command to prove his point while I squeeze my thighs together.

“How, how was practice?” I manage.

“It was good. I’m so fuckin’ tired though. This season has been…” he shakes his head. “No. I’ can’t complain. I did this to my fuckin’ self.”

All playfulness leaves the car as his shoulders bunch. The leather of his jacket almost meeting his ears.

I reach out to run my fingers through the hair at his neck. My touch soft. My voice soothing.

“I’m sorry I came for you so soon after Miami, I should have waited until the off-season.”

He snatches at my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles tenderly as he keeps his eyes firmly set on the road ahead.

“Don’t do that,” he says like he always does, “That wasn’t a dig at you. That was a dig at me for the way I managed myself and the way I treated you. I should feel like this.”

“Knox, we’re not going to get anywhere if we’re both continuously beating ourselves up over our past mistakes.”

The muscle in his cheek ticks, but he says nothing. Instead, he threads his fingers with mine and rests them on his thigh, signaling to make a right when usually he’s turning left to get back into the city.

“Where are we going?”

“A place I found when you first came back. I want to show it to you.”

We drive through neighborhoods of well-maintained yards, and neatly swept driveways. Picture perfect houses begin to light up as the sky starts to dim, and twilight blankets us in a low blue hue. The streetlights clicking on like a magical switch has been flipped.

After about five minutes, Knox slows and turns the car onto a dirt track lined with trees, and my interest is officially piqued.

The track eventually opens up and Knox pulls to a stop in front of a low wooden fence no higher than the bumper of the car at the head of a grassy knoll.

This looks like the edge of a park, and I wonder what it’s like in the day time. The city lights of Manhattan twinkle in the distance. A picture perfect scenescape as the sun disappears over the horizon.

“Come on.” He opens his door and climbs out, so I follow suit, he’s waiting on my side, taking my hand as I step onto the gravel.

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