Wilde Fire (Forever Wilde 3)

His hand was shaking as it fluttered near mine, almost as if he didn’t know whether to help me stroke him off.

“Shh, I have you. Just let go, sweetheart,” I cooed in his ear.

The sensations in my own groin were reaching critical mass, and I needed him to get off before I blew. His cock was swelling and pulsing in my hand until suddenly he was coming with a shouted curse.

I stroked him through his climax as I continued to thrust in and out of him. It wasn’t until he took a swipe of his cum off my hand and reached back to offer it to me that I lost it. I pressed in deep and cried out, trying my hardest to muffle my scream into his skin instead of deafening him.

The blast of pleasure shooting through me made my legs feel weak and tingly and my balls and ass feel amazing. Otto’s body was still squeezing periodically as he had aftershocks, and it seemed to milk every last bit of energy out of me.

We finished in a sweaty heap on the sofa, panting and clinging to each other before one of us started us both off laughing. I opened my eyes to see his happy face when I noticed an angry feline perched on the back of the sofa staring down at us with all the judgment in the world.

“Oh shit,” I said with a laugh. “Your cat doesn’t like us having sex. Maybe we should name her Prudy.”

“Phoenix. Medusa. Thor.”

“Chastity. Lady Bug. Babette.”

Otto stood up and winced, reaching a hand back to cup his ass. “Ouch. You pounded the hell out of me.”

“Hell yeah, I did,” I said proudly, puffing up my chest a little.

That earned me a laugh. “Shower time, Sheriff. I’m hungry, and it’s a 10-39 situation.”

Ten-code radio speak for Urgent, Use Lights and Siren.

“Ten-four, Lieutenant.”

Once we were cleaned up and had on shorts and T-shirts, Otto suggested grilling some steaks while I fixed a green salad.

“Want me to text Doc and Grandpa to join us?” Otto asked from the open door of the fridge.

“Sounds good.” I noticed a couple of bottles of Patron sitting out on the counter. “You planning on getting us all shitfaced or something?”

He looked to where I was pointing and grinned. “Nah, those are left over from Cal’s twenty-first birthday party months ago. I noticed them in the bunkhouse and asked Doc and Grandpa about them. They said I should grab them so any minors coming to visit couldn’t get their hands on them. You want a shot?”

“I think I’ll stick with beer. Last time I had tequila I ended up…” I thought about one of the times I’d slept with Jolie. There was no way Otto wanted to hear about that. “I ended up regretting it.”

When Grandpa and Doc arrived, they brought a tin of homemade oatmeal cookies for dessert. The four of us sat down to dinner outside with beer and some soft jazz music Otto had piped through a wireless speaker somewhere. It was a nice summer night and a couple of large pots of flowers were dotted around the wide deck off the back of the cabin making a nice spot for an impromptu summer gathering.

We’d shared several casual meals like this already with Doc and Grandpa over the past couple of weeks and it was nice to see them so happy together and invested in their grown grandchildren’s lives.

“I haven’t seen your brother King around yet. Where is he living these days?” I asked Otto between bites of food.

“He travels internationally for work. That’s all I know. It’s all kind of hush-hush, so we tease him about being a spy. When he’s around, he stays with Sassy in the apartment over West’s medical practice or in Dallas with Hudson.”

“What about Cal? Is he still in college?”

Doc answered this time. “He graduated from A&M last month but didn’t walk in the ceremony. He got a job on a boat in the Virgin Islands for the summer, and they needed him to start as soon as he could.”

“Wow. That’s incredible. I remember he used to swim like a fish. He was always in the lake come summertime.”

Otto nodded. “We went down there to see him in March and spent a weekend with him. That’s when I was still living in Dallas.”

Translation: that’s when we weren’t speaking to each other.

“Ah. I see. Good for him. Does he want to pursue sailing as a career?”

The three of them nodded and then Grandpa asked me about John. “How’s your brother been? We’ve talked about Ross but not John.”

I shrugged. “He hasn’t been the same since Ross died. He was an absolute basket case until he found Beth. She’s been a godsend, honestly. She and the kids helped give him something positive to focus on. Beth’s kind of become John’s security blanket of sorts.”