Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

He caught her in his arms.

“Don’t go,” she muttered in his ear as he held her tight. And then she said the words he’d longed to hear and never thought he would again. “I love you, Wolf. Please don’t go.”

He pulled back, taking her face in his gloved hands and stared into her eyes. “Say it again.”

“I love you. I love you, Wolf.”

“Tell me you’ll come home with me.”

She nodded, her eyes pooling.

“Say it.”

“Take me home, Wolf.”

“If you ever try to run again, I won’t let you,” he warned as he took her in his arms again, holding her tight. Not sure if he’d ever let her go. He looked over her shoulder at Jameson.

The man smiled, and then fired up his bike and pulled out, making a U-turn back toward Grand Junction.

Wolf twisted his head, bringing his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Let’s go home, baby.”

EPILOGUE

Crystal—

Wolf was on the couch watching a football game. I sat down next to him and asked “Who’s playing?”

“Dallas and Denver. Game just started,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the game.

“Hmm. My team and your team.”

“My team’s gonna whoop your team’s ass,” he guaranteed with a devilish look.

“Oh, really?”

“Yup. You can take that to the bank.”

“Wanna bet?”

His eyes slowly moved from the game to me, and the corners of his mouth pulled up. “What did you have in mind, darlin’?”

“Hmm.” I looked at the ceiling contemplating. “If you win, you get anything you want.”

That got his attention, and he sat up a little straighter. “We talkin’ sex, here, woman?”

I nodded with a smile.

“And if you win? What do you want, baby doll?”

I thought for a moment, and then shocked him by saying, “I want you to chase me through the house. I want you to be aggressive and dominant, and show me whose boss.”

“Damn, girl.” He shook his head amazed.

“What? Too much?”

“Hell, no. I’m in.”

“So, you never said what you wanted.”