Wolf (The Henchmen MC 3)

"Like what?" I asked, reaching out for her hips and pulling her across the bed.

"Like you're half expecting me to run screaming. Do I seem like the kind of girl who blanches at a little violence?"

"It's dark."

"My past isn't all sunshine and rainbows either," she said, giving me one of those small smiles that wasn't really a smile, just a turning up of the lips.

"Happened to you."

"So just because I wasn't the one doing the slicing and dicing doesn't mean I can't handle that you were? It was a long time ago, Wolf."

"It was days," I reminded her.

She gave me a small shrug. "Do you rage out over normal, everyday stuff?"

"No."

"Then I don't think I have anything to worry about," she said, settling down beside my body.

"Never," I said, firmly. She never had anything to worry about at my hands.

"What brings you back from it?"

I felt my shoulders shrug as my hand moved out to sift through her hair. She had a shitton of it, each strand like fucking silk. "Dunno. Time?"

"Even this last time?"

"That was you." I didn't know how it was, I just knew it was true. She stepped into that shower and everything else fell away.

Her head tilted up, a mocking smile on her face. Never met someone who had as many different smiles as she did. "So I'm like the Wolf-whisperer?" she laughed. "That's what you're saying?"

"Something like that," I chuckled. Cash was right about her having a smart mouth. But it wasn't something to put up with or overlook. It was something I genuinely appreciated about her. I wasn't an easy man to amuse. And because of my size and line of work, very few people felt comfortable enough to tease or pick at me. Janie suffered no such affliction and poked at me constantly. I liked that. I liked it even more that she managed to often do it in inventive and clever ways, surprising me, pulling out of me some genuine amusement.

"So should we like... get you a collar and a lea..." the rest of her sentence ended on a shriek as I pushed her onto her back and exploited the one weakness I found she had, thanks to Harley. She was ticklish as shit.

"What about a fucking collar?" I asked, grinning, as she wiggled and laughed and gasped and tried to push my hands away.

"Okay okay. No collar," she strangled out and my hands fisted on the sides of her body. "How about a tracking device? Shoot it right here," she said, laying a hand on the back of my shoulder. "At least when you rage out, we can come get you."

"We?" I asked, watching her face.

Her smile was warmer, softer. "Didn't think you'd be able to get rid of me now, did you? I'm in."

"Yeah you are," I agreed, nodding. No use denying the truth.

"No getting me out now," she declared with a little jerk of her head which was too fucking cute.

"Wasn't gonna try."

Beneath me, her body had relaxed, one of her legs going up against the side of my body. With the shit she went through, it was no wonder she didn't do sex. I couldn't imagine the kind of fears a man's hands on her skin brought up. But there were times when her body wanted me. In the bed when I kissed her. In the woods where I gave her an orgasm. And, right then underneath me. Without her seeming to realize it, her hips would work against me every now and again, seeking fulfillment for a need she was too shy or too traumatized to tell me about.

It was a tough situation to navigate, knowing a part of her wanted to experience those things, but also not wanting her to seem like I was pushing, like I needed that from her right away.

My hand went to her face, brushing over her cheek, then down her neck. Her body shivered against me and I slowly ventured lower, brushing over her breast then down her stomach. Her eyes were on my face, her pupils dilated, her lips parted. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulder as my hand brushed down her bare leg. I liked her in my tees for multiple reasons. One being that it was a subtle claim-staking. She was wrapped up in my clothes, she smelled like me. Two being that the access made it easier to tease her. My fingers shifted inward to brush up her inner thigh and her leg fell heavy onto the mattress, giving me full access.

She'd stripped out of her panties that morning and I'd picked them up to pile them with the rest of the clothes that needed to go to the laundromat. So I knew as my hand moved upward, feeling her heat, that she was bare to me. Her body tensed slightly as my hand brushed over her hipbone, my palm pressing down on the triangle above her pussy. I paused for a second, waiting for her to pull away, to push me away. When she didn't, my hand shifted and I traced a finger up her wet slit. I exhaled a harsh breath, working my finger up to her clit and pressing down.

Her entire body shuddered hard and I froze, unsure if it was a good or bad reaction.

Then her hips moved up against my hand and I felt a smile toy at my lips.

If she thought what I gave her in the woods was good, she was in for a treat.

There were so many things I could do to her that were so much better.

I leaned down, taking her lips in mine as I worked her clit faster.SIXTEENJanieOkay. I so should have been analyzing what he had spent days telling me. I should have been working out how I felt about all of that, about him, about what it meant that he was opening up to me.

But, well, his finger was creating a chaos I couldn't, and didn't want, to fight. So all that thinking shit could wait. I was into the whole feeling thing. I felt the orgasm building, fast and frantic, the tightening in my core an almost painful thing.