Wolf: SBMC Maryland Page 3

  “Wolf’s a good guy.”

  “Seems great,” I say. Dez laughs.

  “The girls go after anyone.” I nod my head and scan the room once more when I see Sly, who I know now as the president. He turns to look at something over his shoulder when he catches me looking. He smiles and motions for me to come over.

  “That’s my dad,” Dez says. I glance over at her.

  “Good to know,” I say smoothly. I want to laugh because I find him attractive but there’s no way in hell I’m going near her dad. That’s a little too embarrassing for me. Dez gives me a little shove in his direction and I find my feet moving before I can even think about it. In no time, I’m standing next to him.

  “You havin’ fun?” He asks leaning down and whispering in my ear. I’m a little tipsy but not drunk, but just hearing his rough voice makes my stomach tumble.

  “Yeah. I’m probably going to go soon.”

  “You’re welcome to stay.” When I look up into his eyes, I can see the lust in them. He isn’t ugly, in fact, he’s sexy as hell. His hand comes up and cups my cheek, his thumb running over my flesh. I close my eyes, but just as I’m about to sink into something I’m not sure I should, I feel something hard at my back. My eyes fly open as Sly chuckles.

  “Think that means you have plans for the night,” he says lowering his hand and turning back to the conversation he was having. I start to turn my head and look over my shoulder, but I’m stopped.

  “Just walk,” the words whisper over my skin. Heat coils in my stomach but again, my stupid feet move for me. I walk as he stays plastered to my back guiding me down the hall. Only when we stop at a door does he move and open it, ushering me inside. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t know him. I don’t know any of them. I need to leave but when the door clicks shut, my heart leaps into my throat.

  “I know how to fight.”

  “Is that with or without clothes?” He asks raising an eyebrow as he comes to stand in front of me.

  “Both.”

  “I wasn’t gonna touch you, Krista. You looked like you were panickin’ a little. Thought I’d give you a breather.” His eyes look to be telling the truth but so did Tom’s. The memories are still fresh in my mind even all these years later. I take a step back as they swarm my vision.

  “Whatever you’re thinkin’, it ain’t me,” Wolf’s voice is soft and reassuring as I swallow and straighten myself out. “There you are,” he says softly, lifting his hand to my cheek.

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be. Life kicks us all when we’re down, yeah?”

  “I guess so. I should probably go.”

  “How’s the leg healin’?”

  “It’s good. Thanks.” He nods and lights up a cigarette offering me one. I take the pack, slide one out and light up with him. Smoke fills the air as he drops onto the bed and motions for me to sit too. I hesitate only a second before I walk over and sit.

  “I got some other ideas while I was watchin’ you tonight.” What the hell?

  “You were watching me?” His eyes come to meet mine and I almost gasp.

  “How could I not?” The air in the room thickens as he stares at me. That is until the door flies open. We both turn to look as a tall blonde woman storms in.

  “What the hell is going on here?” She screams but it’s not just a scream. It’s one of those high pitched screams that will pierce your ears. I raise my eyebrow clearly entertained by what’s happening in front of me. Wolf stands from the bed and raises his hands.

  “I can explain this,” he says causing me to giggle. There is nothing to explain.

  “Who are you?” The woman squeals in my direction. “Who is she?” she does it again turning back to Wolf this time. I stand from the bed, my cigarette between my fingers.

  “Yeah, who is she?” I yell a little louder. Wolf looks at me strangely and back to the woman. I’m trying really hard not to laugh at the situation in front of me right now, but he brought this on himself.

  “Lauren, calm the fuck down. What are you doin’ here?” He asks her. Okay, my turn.

  “Yeah, Lauren! What are you doing here? Don’t you have, I don’t know, accounting to do,” I smart off as my eyes move over her clothes. From her pencil skirt to her prim and proper bow around her neck, I almost vomit. Wolf snorts a laugh until Lauren turns to look at him again.

  “I mean it, Wolf! What the hell is going on?” Stomping up next to him, I run my fingers down his chest listening to him groan as I do. I don’t know if it’s a real groan or just for show but I heard it and damn it, it was sexy as fuck.

  “Yeah, Wolf. What the hell is going on?” I ask placing small kisses down his neck. Lauren’s squeal pierces my ears before I pull away and smirk. “See you around.” Strolling out of the room, I head down the hall as I listen to that siren going off in the room. I don’t know how he can stand there and listen to her voice.

  “You leavin’?” Gauge asks, looking confused.

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Thought you might stay with Wolf.” He shrugs.

  “His girlfriend is down there screaming like a hyena. I don’t think my ears can take anymore.” Gauge laughs throwing his head back.

  “They aren’t together anymore I don’t think. She’s like a bad stalker.”

  “Either way, I’m not getting in the middle of it. Thanks for letting me hang out.”

  “You need a ride? I can get one of the prospects to take you home,” He says. I shake my head.

  “I think I need the air. Thanks though,” I tell him as I make my way through the crowd. As soon as I step outside, I let the fresh air fill my lungs before I start walking.

  “Shouldn’t be walkin’ alone at night.” I smirk and look over my shoulder.

  “Why not?”

  “Not every man out at night is as friendly as we are,” Sly says with a smirk.

  “I can take care of myself. Thanks though.” Turning on my heel, I start to walk once more.

  “See you around.” I flip a wave over my shoulder and sigh as I walk home. This night has been interesting.

  Seven

  Wolf

  I wanted to cut my own fucking ears off the other night. I was glad as hell that she finally shut up and left. Well, after Dez got to her anyway. That was almost a week ago. Since then, she has kept her distance but calls every five minutes. The only good thing going for me this week is my little mystery caller has called three times already. I’ve jacked myself off to the sound of her coming each and every time. I almost lost my self-control and asked her name, but I locked that shit down really quick.

  “I like how this is comin’ out,” I tell Krista as I work on her leg more.

  “Me too. I trust you,” she says catching me by surprise. She’s coming in every week to work on her tattoo. This is the second time but I’m pretty impressed with the way it’s coming along already. We do short sessions, so it is going to take longer but I don’t mind it.

  “That’s pretty brave for someone you just met,” I tell her honestly. She shrugs.

  “I’m typically good at reading people. Well, now I am anyway.”

  “Now? You weren’t before?” I look up at her and notice the sick look on her face before looking back down and getting back to work. I figure if she wants to tell me she will.

  “Not when I was younger. I was young, stupid. Made some bad decisions but I also made some good ones.” I nod my head as I continue the outline I’m working on.

  “We all make them when we’re younger.”

  “Tell me about your family. Do you only have one sister?” I chuckle at her change of subject.

  “I have an older sister too. She’s in New York studyin’ law. My younger sister, she was a surprise baby. My parents didn’t plan on havin’ anymore after me. Then she popped up.”

  “She’s beautiful. She seems to love you,” she whispers a little softer this time. I stop the machine and look up at her.

  “Are you okay? You’re actin’ a littl
e different tonight.”

  “Different like what?” She looks up, her eyes locking with mine. The urge to kiss her, to see if I can make her smile is strong. The need inside of me, to what? Make her happy? Make her feel better? Shit, I don’t even know what I want to do but I can feel it sitting in my chest like a lead weight. A girl that I don’t even know. What kind of fucked up shit is going on in my head?

  “I don’t know. You seem sadder this time. Need me to cheer you up?”

  “What else do you think you can get up?” She raises an eyebrow and I laugh.

  “There’s my girl!” I look back down and continue working the outline. I love my job. Tattooing allows me to put my work onto a living canvas. It gives me freedom and lets my creativity out. We finish up for this session and I clean up Krista’s leg. As I wipe the excess ink off, I let my fingers trail along the bottom of her little boy shorts that she has on this time. Krista gasps and her eyes jerk to mine.

  “I keep feelin’ like I need to make you smile. Make you feel somethin’.” She watches me intently as I continue. Neither of us says anything until she leaps out of the chair and grabs her jeans. Tugging them up her legs, she looks around for her bag. When she spots it, she grabs it and tries to leave.

  “Wait!” Slowly she turns to face me, an unknown look in her eyes.

  “What?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

  “You didn’t. I just don’t know what I’m doing right now. There’s just too much I have to deal with to get involved with someone.” Nodding my head, I stand and pull my gloves off, tossing them in the trash as I walk toward her. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she sucks in a breath.

  “You feel it just as much as I do. Don’t you?” I ask her, needing to hear her say it. There’s a spark between us.

  “It’s not that I don’t, Wolf,” she whispers. That’s all I needed. I lean in and press my lips to hers. She doesn’t stop me. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, forcing them apart for me. My heart is racing. I know she can feel it and fuck, do I like it. Krista presses her body against mine. I can feel her tremble under my touch. I let my hand run up her back, wrapping in her hair and tugging. That earns me a moan that I capture with my lips. Each swipe of our tongues against each other has my cock growing harder and harder.

  “I’m outta here, Wolf!” Abby calls from outside the room. Krista jumps and pulls away from me as I chuckle.

  “See you tomorrow, darlin’.”

  “I need to go.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “I do.”

  “Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.” I grab her hand and lead her out of the room regardless of if she wants me to or not. I’m not letting her go right now. I want to talk to her, to know her. I drag her through the front, flipping the lights off as I go. Once outside, I release the death grip I have on her and lock up. When I turn to look down at her, she smiles.

  “What’s that smile for?”

  “You are very persistent.”

  “I know. It’s how I get what I want,” I tell her with a shrug of my shoulders.

  “And what is it you want?” She asks licking her lips.

  “Right now? I want food. I’m fuckin’ starvin’ after bein’ here all night.”

  “Just for food?” She raises an eyebrow.

  “For now.”

  Eight

  Krista

  He wasn’t joking when he said he was hungry. He has every possible food you could imagine spread out on his bed. He smokes a joint in between eating all of it. I’m not exactly sure how he is even eating as much as he is and not throwing up. I watch the man in awe.

  “What?” he asks with a mouth full of food.

  “How can you eat that much?” He shrugs.

  “I’m hungry. Grown men gotta eat.” I laugh and reach for the joint, pulling it from his fingers. He watches me bring it to my lips and inhale, blowing smoke into the air.

  “What? A woman needs to relax.” My words make him chuckle and it’s the best sound I’ve heard all night. I take another drag as he grabs the bottle of Jack off the bedside table.

  “Tell me about you,” he says softly.

  “Isn’t much to tell. I have a best friend that only sticks around because she’s afraid that I might do something stupid. My family wasn’t really a family, so I left them behind in Ohio.” He watches me seeming to want to know more but I can’t tell him the rest.

  “Boyfriend?” I shake my head.

  “Not in a long time. It was complicated back then. I made some stupid mistakes thinking he was a good guy. He wasn’t and that’s something I can never take back or change.”

  “He hurt you,” he says not asking but telling me. Is it that obvious? I don’t answer, just shrug.

  “What about you and your girl from the other night?” This time he laughs a full-blown laugh. I watch his throat as his head tips back, the way it bobs. Fuck.

  “Lauren. I met her at the shop.”

  “You make it a habit of picking up girls that come into your shop?” I tease. His face falls and his eyes turn serious.

  “No. Only two. You and her.”

  “So, she’s your girlfriend then?”

  “It’s complicated,” he says popping another fry into his mouth. I don’t want to be in the middle of anything he has going on with her. I don’t want to be that kind of person. I have enough of my own issues to add him into the mix.

  “I think I should get going. It’s late,” I tell him as I shove myself off the bed. He watches me as I move to grab my bag but before I can make it another step, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into him. “What are you doing?”

  “Somethin’ I probably shouldn’t be,” he whispers against my neck before his warm soft lips press into my flesh. My chest rises and falls rapidly as he kisses his way down my neck. With one hand he releases me and reaches up to grip my chin. Turning my head to face him, he presses his lips to mine. I gasp into his mouth loving the way his lips feel against mine. The scruff of his beard scrapes against my chin and I find myself moaning at the feel. Wolf’s hand tightens around my hip before his lips leave mine.

  “Stay with me,” he whispers before spinning me to face him. We’re high. We’re tipsy but I don’t think anything is as intoxicating as the look in his eyes right now.

  “I shouldn’t.”

  “Let go, Krista. Just tonight,” he says his tone nearly pleading. Nodding my head slowly, he leans back in and kisses me once more. His fingers trail a line under the hem of my shirt. Bumps erupt over my flesh. “Too many clothes.” In seconds, he’s pulled away from me, ripping the clothes from my body. When he has me naked, he stands back, his appreciative eyes taking me in. I can’t stop myself from looking at him, watching the way he’s watching me. It’s surreal and it’s sexy. It’s so many things that I haven’t felt in so long. What bothers me the most is that his eyes dance over the stretch marks on my stomach but they don’t linger. Every man in the past has lingered but not Wolf.

  “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he whispers huskily as he drags his shirt over his head. My eyes move over the tattoos that decorate his body as he lowers his jeans to the floor. His hard cock strains against his boxers, begging to be set free. I step toward him as he watches me, watches the way I move. When I’m right in front of him, he reaches out and clasps his hand around the back of my neck.

  “Wolf,” his name falls from my lips. The growl in his throat rips free and I fall straight into him. He lifts me in his arms, dropping me onto the bed as I laugh.

  “The food,” I squeal as his predatory gaze remains on mine. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t smirk, just stares at me with darkening eyes. My smile fades as he climbs on the bed between my thighs.

  “The only thing I wanna eat is you,” he growls before lowering his head to my neck. His teeth scrap along my throat, fire bursting inside of me. My body arches up for him, begging for him. Wolf moves a little and fumbles with the bedside tab
le until he places the condom between his teeth. The wrapper quickly tears and in no time, he’s rolling it down his thick length. His lips come back crashing into mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth at the same time his cock thrusts into me. I gasp into his mouth, his lips massaging mine. Raising my hips, I want more. I need more. Wolf growls and pulls away from my mouth. His hands move to my thighs, spreading me wider as he thrusts into me. My mouth parts, moans fall free. He feels so perfect. I’m no longer high from the weed we smoked, I’m high on the feeling of Wolf.

  Reaching up, I graze my nails down his arms.

  “Do it. Scratch me. Mark me,” he thunders. The gravely tone in his voice makes me even hotter. The way he’s looking at me. It’s so primal and feral and I love every second of it. Digging my nails in, he thrusts harder. Plunges deeper. One hand leaves my thigh to find my clit. My body jerks at the contact and I nearly leap off the bed.

  “Wolf! Shit!” He chuckles but his hips keep moving. Each time is harder than the last. Each stroke goes deeper than the first. The way his finger roughly strokes my clit, I come in a haze of lights flashing behind my eyes. I’m panting, moaning. Words that don’t even sound like words falling from my lips as I feel him swell inside of me. A few rough thrusts and grunts and I can feel him filling the condom inside of me. My pussy clenches, wanting to hold him there for as long as I can. The feeling of ecstasy drifts through me when Wolf leans down and kisses me softly. His lips are still on mine when he whispers, “I’m gonna clean you up and eat you next time.” My whole body shudders as he pulls out of me. Holding his hand out, I take it as he pulls me up from the bed. My body is still trembling when he wraps his arms around me.

  “I need to do that some more.”

  “You think I’d let you have a second round?” I tease looking up at him. He laughs.

  “I know you would. I’m the Wolf baby. I can eat what I want.”

  “Even that fry stuck between my ass cheeks?” I laugh. Wolf’s lips curl into a smile before he spins me around, his hands clamped around my waist. I can feel him drop to his knees, but I jerk when I feel his mouth on me. Licking and sucking, he moves his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart. His tongue runs straight up as I gasp.