Wild (Wolf Ranch 2)

She drank thirstily, and I kicked myself for not offering it sooner.

“What else do you need, beautiful? Are you hungry? Or do you need something warm to drink?”

She shook her head, her lids drooping. “That was… wow. I’m ready to crash.”

I pulled down the covers and slid into the bed beside her. “Crash away, little girl. I’ll protect you. If you wake up and your pussy needs more attention, I’ll take care of you.”

She rolled up against my chest and let me wrap an arm around her. A leg was tossed over mine, and her pussy pressed into my thigh. Fuck, I was hard again.

Her soft lips found the hollow of my throat, and she kissed it. “Thank you, Colton.”

I kissed the top of her head. It struck me that with all the women I’d satisfied in all the years, I’d never dropped a kiss on any woman’s head. It was an affectionate gesture, not a sexual one.

My arms tightened around her. This one was special. No, more than fucking special. She was perfect. She was mine.

Soon she’d know that, too.

4

MARINA

* * *

I had no idea what woke me, but I looked around, not remembering where I was. The room was dark, illuminated only through the exterior light that slipped in through the sliver in the curtains. The motel.

It was the hard body I was sprawled upon like a blanket that had everything coming back in a rush. Colton stirred beneath me, his skin almost hot against my chest. His legs stirred, bringing the one I was practically straddling up and against my core. I was sore from earlier, but being with him like this made me eager for round two.

“No. Don’t,” he murmured, his head moving from side to side.

I lifted my head off his chest and looked up at him. I could make out his features, the tenseness of his jaw. I felt the way his body beneath mine went from relaxed in sleep to taut.

“No,” he said again, this time his voice cutting through the stillness of the night.

I ran my hand over him, touching all of him that I could to try and soothe him. “Colton,” I murmured, then repeated it when he didn’t respond.

All at once, he startled, then blinked. “What?” he said, his voice gravelly. His hand, which had been resting on my lower back, stroked up and down, then cupped my butt.

“I think you were having a nightmare.”

With his other hand, he rubbed it over his face. “Sorry.”

I pressed a kiss to his chest, felt his heat, the beating of his heart against my lips. “Want to tell me about it?”

He sighed and was quiet so long, I thought he wouldn’t answer. “Too many deployments. Afghanistan.”

I could only imagine what he saw, the horrors he’d had to face. I’d seen him naked, and he didn’t have a scratch on him. He’d come out whole physically, but emotionally…

“Thank you for your service.”

He flipped us, so I was on my back, and he loomed over. I could barely see his face, but he reached up and stroked my hair back with his big palm. “You’re thanking me? For what, doing my job or… ” He rolled his hips, his very hard dick sliding up my inner thigh. “Or servicing you with this?”

I giggled, pleased to see I’d been able to pull him out of his dream. I knew some things about him—that he was a Green Beret and career military. He was the middle of the three Wolf brothers, but I didn’t know much more than that. Even though I’d wanted to have a fling with him, there was more to him than just his hot bod and mad skills in the sack.

While it was obvious he wanted me, it seemed he was using his dick as deflection. I wanted it, definitely, but I wanted more from him, too. He was so dang big and strong, but he’d unintentionally let me see a vulnerable side. Something I doubted he let anyone know about.

“How long have you been in the military?”

His mouth dropped to my neck, and he kissed and nibbled there. Angling my head, I gave him more room.

“Since I was eighteen,” he murmured. He was a multi-tasker, answering my questions and making me hot.

“Career military then.” It was hard to concentrate when he was licking and sucking at that spot where my neck and shoulder met.

“I’m on leave for a week. I head back to North Carolina right away.”

I ran my hands through his short hair as he moved down to my collarbone. “Yet the nightmares follow wherever you go.”

He paused, hovered over my nipple, then lifted his head. “I’m sure you’ve got shit that doesn’t go away. Everyone does.”

I licked my lips, nodded. I thought of my life. I had nothing to complain about. Sure, my parents were a hot mess and divorced, but whose weren’t? My dad had been pretty much a no-show my whole life but paid for my college, which was a blessing. Although, per the bursar, he’d somehow forgotten for the fall. To him, money took the place of any kind of relationship. It was easy. Write a check twice a year and forget about me.