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“So I guess now we just continue what we’re doing,” Dr. Sturm continued. “We monitor you and make sure things continue to be this smooth. I’m hopeful for you, though. I think you’ve shown us all a miracle or two in these past couple years.”
Wolf was grinning at me while he squeezed my hand. “So I can go back to school, then?” he asked his doctor, and I knew he wanted to badly. He’d done a couple online classes last semester while he’d been home, but I was sure if he’d had his way, he would have taken a full course load. His parents had advised against that, though, and his doctors had too. Wolf had also been doing well then, but no one wanted him overwhelmed.
“I can’t see why you can’t attend in-person classes this spring or even a hybrid situation with some in-person classes and some online.” Dr. Sturm nodded. “The world appears to be your oyster right now.”
“But whatever he decides to do he will be attending his doctor’s appointments and reporting everything to us as it happens,” Wolf’s mom said, eyeing him, and Wolf was quick to nod in agreement.
“I will,” he confirmed, taking his mom’s hand. “You won’t have to worry about that. I’ll do everything I need to do.”
It was crazy watching him with his parents. It was crazy watching him with any of his family. Whenever they asked him something or needed something of him, he didn’t push them away. He truly did let them in, and that inspired me so much. I too had had that issue in the past, but not anymore.
Again, Wolf created miracles.
* * *
“Red, I won’t tell you again. Now, shut the fuck up and sit on my face like a good girl. Now.”
Wolf grinned after he said it, that handsome one that never ceased to send a sharp pulse directly into my pussy.
God… dammit.
The urge to defy outweighed the sensation. That and not wanting to do anything that may fuck up his spine. I stayed by the door, rubbing my thighs together. “What if I hurt you?”
I mean, it was a real fucking fear, and I’d be lying if I said this hadn’t come up before. Wolf’s doctors had cleared him for sex a while ago. This had obviously been spoken about outside of the appointments with his parents, and though we’d been having sex since, I came at it with a strategy. I didn’t let him do anything that would overexert him, and I definitely didn’t sit on his face. His tumor may have been in his back, but all that shit was connected.
Wolf growled after what I said and basically appeared godlike in the center of the bed. The comforter draped lazily over his muscled torso, leaving one of his chiseled legs exposed. His curly hair was tousled and run through, the job I’d done on it since we couldn’t keep our hands off each other after his appointment today. We’d gotten some good news, and I guessed we’d been… excited. Reality set in quick, though, when he tried to get me on his face. I ended up saying I had to go to the bathroom and bolted. A reminder of why I had was on the side of his chest.
Wolf’s chemo scar told us all of the journey he’d been through. It was a representation of what he’d overcome. He’d climbed that hurdle, so strong, but he was also human, and I’d never forgive myself if I did something to hurt him. He frowned. “You won’t hurt me, and you’re being silly.”
I wasn’t, not really. He’d obviously had real issues with his back. He may be good now, but he had, and I personally had gained a few pounds since last year. I normally was very active with my photography, but lately, I hadn’t been able to get out as much. I’d easily gained two dress sizes and was so not trying to get on this guy’s face right now. I crossed my arms. “You could die.”
Well, not die, but I could fucking hurt him.
Wolf’s response to this was to lift his eyes to the ceiling, and I was starting to regret how handsy we’d both gotten after leaving his parents. They’d driven back home to Wolf’s hometown, and Wolf and I had ended up at the place he shared with his brothers. Dorian, Thatcher, Wells, and Bru had gotten a place together at the start of the semester and kept a room available for Wolf when they got it. The majority of Wolf’s treatment he’d spent with his parents, but following his recovery he’d moved in with his brothers. The room they kept for him was always intended to be his when he returned to school, and Bru’s room was across from Wolf’s. He’d started at Pembroke in the fall, along with Thatcher’s sister, Bow.
So many things had changed, and though time had stopped for all of us in ways, it moved on too. I’d continued school as well during Wolf’s treatment and recovery, and it was only a matter of time before Wolf caught up. He was just stubborn like that, driven. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past him to graduate with Dorian and Sloane when it was time.
There was no stopping him now that he’d gotten his life back.
I really was so proud of him, but that drive of his certainly wasn’t in my favor today. Ares threw the blanket off his lap, exposing his thick cock, and distracted by that, I failed to register the two strides it took him to meet me at the door. He immediately grabbed my bare pussy. My panties had been the first thing to go, along with my leggings.
“Then I die,” he said, catching my moan in his mouth. He dueled his tongue with mine, reaching beneath my sweatshirt and fisting my breast. It was a wonder I had on any clothes at all with the way we’d been all over each other the moment we entered his room.
“God, I fucking hate you,” I said, a complete lie, but he did frustrate the fuck out of me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His response was to back us toward the bed. He filled his hands with my ass cheeks, then tumbled us onto the mattress, and the shriek I let out could probably be heard by the entire house. He’d surprised me, yeah, but he had no business pulling such a maneuver.
“Red, you on top of my face would not hurt me,” he said, and as if to emphasize his point, he pulled me on top of him. He pushed my sweatshirt above my sex before guiding me on the journey up to his face. I hovered above his mouth, and his eyes darkened below. “Sit. Full weight.”
Gripping my thighs, he made me, and his groan over my sex made my entire body buzz. I gave him my full weight and as soon as his tongue parted my folds…
“Fuck…” The word released from my lips involuntary. I bit my knuckles, grinding into his face, and his fingers bit into my thighs so bad I thought he’d draw blood.
“That’s it, Red. Fucking smother me,” he gritted, making permanent marks on my freckled, tatted skin. I eased my sweatshirt up, watching him lave my folds. He appeared like a man drunk. He groaned. “So good. So fucking good, Red.”
I removed my sweatshirt just to watch him, and as soon as it was gone, he unfastened my bra. I worked it off, and he filled his hand with my breast. My creamy flesh spilled between the spaces of his fingers and his feasting became a frenzy. He held my sex tight to his mouth, swirling his tongue over my sensitive clit.
“Wolf, I’m not going to last. Wolf—” I convulsed over his face, coming that quick. Twitching, I tried to be mindful of my weight as I came down from the high.
