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“You told me you would never join a club,” I said. “Claimed you would always be a lone wolf.”
Joel hummed in response, swabbing the cut clean with a stinging burn of alcohol that made me hiss through my teeth.
“Trust me, I’m surprised it worked out, too. I thought it might last for a week or two. Maybe a month if I was lucky. I expected them to leave. Expected them to kick me out.”
I said nothing as he opened a butterfly bandage and smoothed it into place. Then Joel lowered his gaze to meet mine.
“But they didn’t. Instead, they became my brothers.”
I managed a small smile.
“You found your family and I found mine. Funny how things work out that way.”
Joel remained silent. I ducked my head, trailing my fingers down his arm, tracing the tattoo that spanned across his skin, veins, and muscles—running wolves on an open road with a stretch of pine trees rising in the distance.
He cupped my chin again, the pad of his thumb teasing at my lower lip as he raised my head until I looked at him.
“I wanted you to be part of my family, too,” Joel said softly. “I always did. That hasn’t changed.”
I swayed forward, leaning into his touch. After fighting so hard to keep Joel away, it felt good to finally give in and allow myself to crave him. Just for tonight. For old times’ sake.
Joel pressed his lips to mine, hot and hungry. I gasped against his mouth, grabbing the soft, worn fabric of his shirt to tug him closer. When he slid his tongue across mine, my knees nearly buckled.
With shaky, desperate fingers, I scrambled to pull Joel’s shirt free of his belt. Pushed his kut off his shoulders and let it fall to the bathroom floor with the heaviness of leather hitting tile.
He cupped my face in his hands, his palms broad and warm. Every inch of my body was on fire, screaming to be touched, to feel his skin on mine again. How had I survived so many years without him? Without this electricity sparking between us, the giddy rush of his kiss and the way it made me feel as if I was the only woman in the world
Joel slid one hand into my hair, twisting the locks in his fist and pulling my head back. He skimmed his lips down my exposed neck, sending goosebumps rippling over my skin. The sharp pinch of his teeth accompanied by the smooth, wet heat of his tongue licking over the tender, sensitive spot he’d just abused turned my panties into a slick mess.
Between one moment and the next, Joel had me pinned against the bathroom counter.
“Spread your legs for me, my sweet girl,” he said with that soft grit in his voice that turned my insides to molten liquid.
I shifted my legs wider, fumbled my skirt up around my hips. Any insecurities I might have had about the stretch marks on my thighs vanished when Joel dragged his calloused knuckles up my leg, fingertips teasing at the edge of my panties. I couldn’t look away from his beautiful, heated dark gaze locked on mine as he slid my underwear down. The fabric pooled around my ankles and I kicked it away.
When Joel grazed the rough pads of his fingers through my slick, sensitive folds, my eyes fluttered closed. My mouth fell open with a needy whimper. Releasing his grip on my hair, he hooked an arm around my waist and hitched me up onto the counter as if I weighed nothing at all, despite the stubborn pregnancy pounds I’d never been able to lose.
As he pushed my legs apart, crooking his fingers just right to send a jolt of pleasure through me, I clung to his shoulders. Buried my face in his neck and breathed in the warmth of him. Savored the shift and bunch of muscles in his back and arms with the stretch of his thick fingers driving into me with relentless speed toward the edge of release.
“Take off your shirt,” Joel whispered, nuzzling his nose against my ear. His lips practically caressed the command into my skin when he spoke. “Let me see you.”
I did as he instructed without hesitation, shedding my shirt and bra in a heartbeat. Joel’s breath rushed out of him. I knew sixteen years of pregnancy, motherhood, and a demanding job had taken their toll, changing me from the young, slim eighteen-year-old I used to be. But there was no doubt in my mind that Joel’s roaming gaze cataloged every change, every stretch mark, roll, and cellulite dimple with unwavering adoration.
“I didn’t think it was possible to look any more perfect than you already did all those years ago,” he said.
Joel slid his arm around my waist, crushing me against him. The well-worn fabric of his shirt was soft and comforting against my bare skin but I needed to feel nothing between us. Before I could tell him to take it off, he sealed his mouth to my neck as his fingers picked up speed.
I was so wet by now that I could hear my own arousal in the small, enclosed space of my bathroom, mingled with my shallow, rapid breathing. I clutched fistfuls of Joel’s shirt as my orgasm barreled closer, pressing my face into his chest. He kissed the top of my head, murmuring softly.
“That’s my girl. You’re so close, baby. Let go for me.”
Joel brushed his thumb against my clit and I shattered, clamping my thighs around his hand. My fingernails dug into his back and my senses were flooded with him—the scent of his skin and clothes, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue, the hard, muscled planes of his body against my soft curves.
I couldn’t get enough of him. It felt like I’d been starving for sixteen years without Joel, withoutthis, and now that I’d had a taste of him again, I never wanted to stop.
With an impatient shove at Joel’s hip, I unbuckled his belt and stripped it away. When he pushed his boxers and jeans down, his cock sprang free, long, thin, uncut and so gorgeous I couldn’t help reaching out and wrapping my fingers around him. His length surged in my hand and he gritted his teeth with a groan.
“You were always sensitive,” I said with a satisfied hum.
