The Wolf and the Sheep (Wolf 1)

“Well…how about we find something to watch?”

“You want to watch porn in here?” he asked, lightening up a little more.

“No.” I smacked his hand playfully. “I meant, let’s find a movie to watch—one that isn’t X-rated.”

“You don’t like porn? You should give it a try.”

“I do like porn,” I said honestly. “I just don’t watch it on my TV. And I probably don’t watch it as much as you do.”

He nearly did a double take at my response. “You don’t seem like a woman who would be into that.”

“I told you I was good in bed. I didn’t just get my moves from experience…”

Now he looked at me with new eyes. “Maybe you’re right…maybe we can be friends.”

I rolled my eyes and rose to my feet. “I’m going to change. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“You could just take one of my shirts. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

I opened one of his drawers and pulled out a shirt, something that fit him snugly but would be a blanket on me. “Alright.” I moved to the bathroom.

“You can’t change out here?”

“Nope. You don’t just get to see this whenever you feel like it.”

“You are my wife…”

I smiled before I shut the door. “And that means I run the show.”

21

Maverick

My day was spent in bed—watching movies.

I hadn’t done that since I was a kid.

And I’d never had a woman in my bed without fucking. Arwen lay next to me under the sheets, eating the popcorn Abigail brought up an hour ago. She stayed on her side of the bed and didn’t try to cuddle with me.

Good. Because I would have pushed her off.

When the movie ended, she propped her head on her hand and looked at me. “What did you think?”

“Porn would have been better.”

She rolled her eyes but chuckled at the same time.

I was surprised I’d told her so much about my life. I never told anyone anything, not my friends or my sister. The idea of sharing those intimate thoughts and feelings made me feel weak. Actually saying them out loud made me feel like a pussy.

But it also made me feel better.

I didn’t know what this woman was to me anymore. On the outside, she was just my wife. But in reality, she was my friend…and someone I was attracted to.

How could I not be? Even with messy hair and a baggy shirt, she was still stunning. There was kernel stuck in her teeth earlier, but I somehow found it cute rather than grotesque. I ended up spending the entire day with her, doing absolutely nothing.

I wasn’t the kind of man that did nothing. The only reason why I did today was because my injury forced me to. But spending it with her made it seem a little less unbearable.

She set the empty bowl on the nightstand then looked at the time on my alarm clock. “Wow…time flies when you’re having fun.”

I followed her gaze and realized she was right. We’d spent the entire day in bed, eating and watching whatever she picked out. I wasn’t bored like I’d thought I would be.

She adjusted her pillow then lay down again, her hair falling perfectly over the soft cotton. The sheets were around her waist, and my t-shirt didn’t fit her curves well because it was many sizes too big. But she happened to lie in the perfect position, at the perfect angle, and she looked beautiful.

Her thick eyelashes cast a light shadow over her blue eyes. Sometimes her mascara would smear on my pillowcases, but I didn’t mind in the least. She was the first woman to wear one of my t-shirts to bed, and it looked better on her than it ever did on me.

Now I ignored the TV and watched her instead. My mind drifted back to the evening when she’d begged me to fuck her. All of her restraint disappeared, and she finally gave in to the throbbing desire between her legs. My cock sank inside her, finding a home inside that wet slit. She had the sexiest ass, so I was happy to fuck her that way, like she was a bitch in heat. I stared at her asshole as I came, in love with the lovely curves of her body.

The pain in my shoulder dulled when the arousal took over. Now I wanted to take her on her back, to stare at those sexy tits as I fucked her hard into the mattress. I wanted to see her expression when she came. Listening to her moan was just as beautiful as when she sang, but I wanted to see it with my own eyes, see those plump lips part as she screamed.

She kept watching the TV, oblivious to my intentions.

My cock hardened in my sweatpants the longer I stared at her. Ever since our night together, we hadn’t discussed what happened. It seemed to be a memory neither one of us mentioned. I wasn’t sure what would happen when we were finished. I enjoyed fucking her, so I assumed I would want to fuck her again.