Scrambling, I sit up and start thrusting my cock into her. She reaches between us, trying to adjust her panties further awayfrom us. Reaching down, I grip the material in my fist and with a hard, sharp flick of my wrist they’re torn from her body. Tossing the remains aside and wrapping my arms around her, I hold on tight, pulling her down on me. Her hands find my hair as her head drops back with a feral cry. With her throat exposed, my mouth latches on, sucking hard as my thrusting becomes erratic with the need to come.
Her movements meet mine without faltering; she bucks her hips and gives as good as she gets. Her arms drop to fold behind my neck as she holds on, anchoring herself for the rest of the torrential ride.
“Fuck, Molly, fuck!” I roar out as the mounting pressure returns to my spine, and my balls tighten to their limit.
A scream rips from Molly’s throat as I pick up speed, pumping my release into her. My jaw clenches as I come hard, Molly desperately moaning in my ear. Waves and waves of ecstasy wash over me with the force of a relentless tsunami, and I’m damn near helpless against it. I surrender to the almost unbearable pleasure as it racks my body, taking an eternity to wane.
When it finally lets up, I collapse back on the pillows, bringing Molly with me. Her body trembles on top of mine with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I’m not even half recovered when Molly lifts up to look at me, taking my face in her hands. “I’m sorry… Wolf, oh my God.” She kisses my lips and then the side of my face. “I can’t believe you let me put you through that.
“Baby,” I rasp out weakly as I try to take hold of her face, making her look at me. I pin her glassed-over eyes with mine. “Don’t worry… I loved it. And I’m proud of you,” I assure her as I guide her back down on me. Despite being depleted of all energy and the both of us lying in a sweaty heap, I bring my arms back around her, holding both our shattered pieces together as wegive in to the exhaustion. “Not that I’d be up for it again anytime soon…”
30
MOLLY
“You fought that storm,” Wolf says into my ear as I pour my coffee this morning. From behind, he wraps his strong arms around my body as he brings his face close to mine. “You didn’t need to turn on any lights or the TV, and you didn’t cower under the covers. Instead, you made that storm -or rather, me your bitch.”
I can’t help the full-on belly laughter that bursts from my lips. It takes everything in me to set my mug and the carafe down on the counter as my body shakes with it.
“Seriously though. I’m proud of you,” he proclaims tenderly before placing a kiss on my cheek and a slap to my ass. “Go kick ass today my little sex demon.”
I still have a grin on my lips as I pull into the car park at the Holler. I’ve only ventured here a couple times, but today, my coworkers wouldn’t stop talking about the chicken wings, keeping me from being able to think of little else. I figured I’d order some to go and take them home to share with Wolf. More storms are forecasted, and though the air is dense, promising a little rain, I haven’t seen any sign of another thunderstorm.
After strolling into the dim but relaxing ambience, I head to the bar. The sheriff is there, perched on a stool and enjoying a French dip and fries. And Lauren’s there too, drink in hand.
The bartender is Vanessa, a girl my age with black curly hair and dark features. I’ve only met her a time or two, but I like her. She happily comes over to take my chicken wing order, and I end up ordering a beer while I wait.
With each sip of hoppy amber liquid, I relax more. That is, until a burst of static emits from the sheriff’s radio at his shoulder, almost making me jump. The poor guy rolls his eyes, quickly chewing his food before simultaneously wiping his mouth with his napkin and reaching for his radio.
Vanessa’s eyebrows go up, looking at him as she works the towel around the pint glass.
“My deputy. Still green behind the ears,” he explains before answering with, “This better be good. I’m at lunch.”
“I’ve got an elk that’s wandered into the McClendon livestock pasture, and no one can get him out,” the deputy says over the radio.
“I’ll bet your lunch it’s Heath.” Vanessa’s eyes dazzle with soft mischief as she gives him a sneaky smile.
“No need,” he glares with a half smirk at Vanessa.
Lauren leans in. “Who’s Heath?”
I shake my head and shrug as Vanessa fills us in. “The one elk around here who doesn’t seem to know he’s an elk. He has an affinity for hanging out with cows.”
Lauren giggles and says, “Oh, I love it here,” then shakes her head with a satisfied smile before sipping her drink.
“Hitchcock, how many times do I have to tell you to call the game warden? Molly, you’re husband on duty?” Sheriff asks me, releasing the button on his radio.
The little light inside me flickers bright at the wordhusband, and I nod proudly, folding my arms on the bar, and answer,“Yeah.” But a cold wind threatens to snuff that light out when I see Vanessa shaking her head, a solemn expression marring her features.
“Not Wolf,” she says. “You’ll have to call one of the others.”
My body goes rigid as a dark feeling starts to bloom in my chest. How the hell does she know my husband isn’t available?
Sheriff nods and rambles further instruction into his radio as Vanessa wanders down to the end of the bar.
I slide off my stool, my legs shaking and threatening to give out with each step as I concentrate on getting to the other end of the bar and in front of Vanessa. When I reach her, I try to suppress the cold nausea churning in my stomach. “Excuse me, Vanessa?” I ask, cringing at the wobble in my own voice.
