Runaway (Wolfes of Manhattan 3)

“Now. Please.”

“But I want to explore every inch of you, baby. We have all night.”

Explore? Even in the dark, if he explored too much he’d find my burns. I couldn’t let that happen. “You can explore me later. Right now I want you inside me, Matt. Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. Then he rolled on top of me and slid inside me. He groaned again. “God, you’re tight.”

Tight, yes, and he burned. But it was a good burn. A necessary burn. A burn I craved.

For when Matteo Rossi entered me, I reclaimed my body.

It was mine.

Not anyone else’s.

Just mine.

I wanted this. This was my choice.

And I reveled in it.

“Trying to go slow,” he gritted out. “Trying—”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”

“I’ll make this up to you, Riley.” He pulled out and then thrust back in, hard this time, his dick burning through me like a flaming spear.

He pulled out quickly and thrust back in. Again. Again. Again.

Sweat emerged on his brow, making his hair stick to the sides of his face.

He fucked me hard. He fucked me fast.

He fucked me so damned good.

I locked on his face, his beautiful light-blue eyes, as he pumped. Focused on his beauty, on his body joined to mine.

I focused, sealing my mind from all other thoughts and images.

His beauty. His manliness. His pure, raw masculinity.

“I’m going to come, Riley,” he panted. “Can’t hold off. I’ll… I’ll… Fuck!” He grunted as he pushed hard into me, banging on my pubic bone and nudging the new sore.

I relished the ache, relished his release.

Relished our joining.

This was what sex was supposed to be like.

Finally, I could see beauty where before I’d seen only pain and self-loathing.

Finally, I could see light at the end of my dark tunnel.22MatteoFuck.

That release was like nothing I’d experienced before.

And I’d had a lot of experience.

I was clean, though. I always made sure of that. I always used a condom, and I got tested every three months for all STDs.

Fuck! The condom…

How had I acquiesced so quickly? I believed Riley. I believed she was protected and that she posed no threat to me otherwise. But how…? How did she believe me so freely? Most women weren’t so trusting.

Very surprising, considering we both knew she was hiding something.

Damn. How much time had passed since I’d experienced a woman without a condom?

Too damned much time, that was for sure.

Riley had been tight as a virgin, too. Tight and ridged and perfectly gloving my cock.

I was already hardening again, aching for her, and I hadn’t even withdrawn yet.

I rolled over and lay on my back, one arm covering my sweaty forehead. “Damn, baby,” I said.

She let out a soft moan.

“I’ll make it better for you next time,” I said.

“It was wonderful,” she breathed.

“But you didn’t come. I didn’t kiss you all over, suck on your beautiful pussy. I want to do all that and more.”

“Mmm. Sounds great, but truly, Matt, it was wonderful.”

She really was inexperienced.

“Give me a few minutes to recover,” I said, “and then we’re going to start again.

She turned and snuggled next to me. “Sounds good.” Soon, though, she was snoring softly.

I couldn’t bear to wake her.

In the morning.

I’d make slow sweet love to her in the morning. We had all the time in the world.The sun’s rays streamed in through the window of the rental cabin. For a minute, I thought I was at home, but then I remembered.

Riley.

This morning I’d make love to Riley. Kiss every inch of her velvety body and make her come. Hell, I’d make her come twice. Maybe three times.

Except…

Where was she?

Her side of the bed was rumpled. What time was it, anyway? My phone was in the other room in the pocket of my jeans. Heck, it had probably died overnight. I really needed to invest in a new phone. My battery hardly lasted a full day. I charged it every night.

No clock in the bedroom, either. Was there even a clock in this house?

My watch. I’d taken it off to get in the hot tub. Where was it?

And for that matter, where the hell was Riley?

She must be in the other room.

I rose and headed to the can to take a leak. Hmm. Her wallet no longer sat on top of the toilet tank. She was obviously up, so she’d probably moved it back to her purse.

I walked into the living area, expecting to see her sitting on the couch or in the kitchen making coffee. Did she even drink coffee? Yeah, she did. She’d enjoyed JoJo’s coffee. She liked it dark and rich.

Still, I really had no idea who she was.

“Riley!” I called.

No answer. I hastily put on my jeans and walked into the kitchen. No Riley there either.

The hot tub. Of course! I hadn’t bothered covering it last night, so she probably got back in for a morning soak.