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I nodded. “Tell me. Talk dirty to me.”
His palm slid down, his fingers delving inside me. “You’re so wet, baby. I can’t wait to slide inside you. Bury myself all the way to the hilt. Feel you pulse around me, your hot wet pussy clenching around me.”
I moaned.
“You’re gonna give it to me. Anything I want.” He spun me around and pushed me back against the wall. He took my hands in his, lacing our fingers together and held them pressed to the wall above my head. He brushed his lips over mine, just barely touching them. When I tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back, letting me know he was in control, and we were doing this at his pace, not mine. His mouth brushed mine gently again and again, until I was crazy with need. When he had me writhing and moaning, he bent and scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me down the hall to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut and dropped me on the bed.
I bounced once before he came down on top of me.
I stared up at him, this man I loved with such passion I couldn’t even remember a time in my life when he wasn’t in it. It was as if I hadn’t really started to live until I’d met him. And now, every night I went to sleep with him lying next to me. And every morning I woke up with his arms around me.
He grinned down at me.
And I swear to God, that smile was all I’d ever need to be happy.
Wolf—
Crystal and I were in bed, she was admiring the new tattoos that Jameson had done to cover my scars. She especially loved tracing with the tip of her finger the swirling cursive swoops of her name on the slash across my ribs just over my heart. It had covered the wicked scar beneath well, as did the wolf tattoo on my chest.
I still have a scar on my face. No tattoo would ever cover that, and my beard only covered part of it. I looked up at the framed picture hanging above the bed. The picture Crystal had found. “Like the picture, babe.”
It was a black and white photograph of a lion with a scar on its face and a saying below that read:
Never be ashamed of a scar.
It just means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.
“We both have scars now,” she said. I took her hand and brought her palm to my cheek, pressing it against the scar on my face.
“Does this bother you?”
She shook her head at me, grinning. “That scar just makes you look even more badass and sexy.”
“Ya think?”
“Definitely.”
I glanced back up at the picture. “Big Cat…I can definitely relate. Guess you tamed this big cat.”
It was ironic, I thought, as I considered that pacing cat inside me. It wasn’t so restless anymore. In fact, it hardly paced at all anymore. I smiled. Then I rolled over, taking Crystal to the mattress and coming down on top of her. I slid inside her.
“Again, Wolf?” Crystal asked, laughing up at me.
I grinned down at her. “Just getting started on those six kids you want.”
“I don’t want six kids, Wolf. I just said that to get a rise out of you.”
I stared at her a stunned moment, then dropped my head and muttered, “Thank God.”
Crystal shook with laughter under me, and swear to God it was the sweetest feeling.
Wolf—
Eight months later…
Crystal and I went to visit Shannon in the hospital to see the baby she’d just delivered. As we walked in the hospital room, I could hear Shannon and Crash arguing about the baby’s name.
“I am not naming my precious little girl Harley,” Shannon argued in a no-nonsense voice.
