He pulled me over to a shallow ledge where we could sit and soak up the water. It felt more like a warm bath now than when he'd first tossed me in.
He tugged me into his lap, and we kissed, soft and gentle at first, but then deep and possessive. I scraped my knee on the stone when I moved to straddle him, but I didn't care. I needed to be closer, to feel his hands around both our hard cocks as they slid against each other.
I moaned into his mouth when I came, but he didn't break the kiss, not even when his cock pulsed against mine, or when his hand finally stilled.
"Mine,"his wolf said in my head."Mine, mine, mine."
CHAPTER 15
SEBASTIAN
This wasthe longest vacation I had ever taken as an adult. I loved spending time with Gunnar and getting to know him, but the worries of real life were only a Lock Screen away. Even when I should have been relaxing, I checked my phone, often glaring at the texts on my screen. I hadn't mentioned my dad to Gunnar since we arrived, but the texts from random unknown numbers hadn't stopped coming. At this point, I assumed Ivan had a number generator. I'd blocked too many. There was no way he had an astronomical number of burner phones in his possession, but I could see him buying a call center just to send me harassing texts.
"We will find you."
They would, eventually. We couldn't stay here much longer, but I didn't know where to go. Returning to the States seemed impossible, but we couldn't continue to run around Europe, either.
Gunnar froze every time I mentioned leaving, which was also a problem. My wolf could smell his fear,and my first instinct was to protect him, but he refused to tell me what was wrong.
Thankfully, the weather cleared up. When Bettina returned on Friday morning, she asked if we would meet with her opa on Monday. "He still really wants to meet you."
"That would be wonderful," I said, though I still felt something strange coming through my bond with Gunnar.
Later that morning, when Gunnar and I went outside to check for storm damage, I asked, "What's up? You seem … twitchy."
"Nothing. It's fine."
"I feel what you're feeling," I reminded him. "You are not fine."
He shook his head and walked along the path we'd cleared with our shovels, staring up at the eaves. "I'm looking forward to meeting Bettina's grandfather," he said over his shoulder.
I was glad to hear it. Though I wouldn't force him to go anywhere or do anything he didn't want, I couldn't leave him alone at the resort. The thought of my dad lurking in the shadows had made me extra cautious.
Still, I wanted to know what was wrong. Why wouldn't he talk to me? My wolf wanted to comfort his wolf, but without an opening, I would only sound like the know-it-all jerk he always thought I was.
Monday morning, I woke up alone in our bed. When I finally found Gunnar sipping tea with Bettina, he shoved something into his mouth and crinkled up the packaging before I could see it. He smelled sweeter,but when I leaned down to kiss the top of his head, I caught a whiff of vomit.
"Ready to go?" Bettina asked.
Gunnar flashed me a weak smile and shoved the wrapper into his pocket. "I am."
"Yeah, okay," I said as I tentatively sniffed his hair.
Bettina frowned at Gunnar as though she wanted to reprimand him. I knew that look well. Instead, she led the way to the main doors and pointed to her car beneath the resort's awning. "I'll wait outside while you get your coats."
I sat in the front seat, and Gunnar took the back while Bettina strapped herself in behind the wheel. The high-end car deodorizer clipped to the main air vents kept me from smelling anything but pine. Thanks to Gunnar's silence, the ride to the train station seemed to take twice as long as usual.
When we parked, Gunnar hung back with Bettina while I purchased three tickets to Lausanne. I heard them arguing and glanced over my shoulder to see them gesturing wildly while still whispering too low for me to hear.
Tickets in hand, I approached their bench. They stopped whispering and looked at me with innocent expressions.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I wasn't feeling the best this morning," Gunnar said. "It's fine, though. Bettina's ginger tea worked wonders." He removed the plastic wrapper from his pocket and tossed it into the trash bin beside the bench. "And saltines."
"I'm sorry you weren't feeling well." I sat beside himand placed my hand on his knee. Frowning at Bettina, I asked, "Stomach bug?"
She squinted with schoolteacher disapproval. "What did the two of you eat over the weekend?"
