Wild (Wolf Ranch 2)

The only good thing about the guy was that he gave me a half-sister. Amazingly, I’d found out Audrey existed through a mail-in DNA test. Once I contacted her, we’d become fast friends, even though she was nine years older. She was eager to have me as her only bridesmaid. Knowing about my baking hobby, she’d even asked me to make her wedding cake.

Right this second, I was in bed with a gorgeous, generous man.

Yet I had issues. Who didn’t?

“You’re right.”

“What wakes you up at night, little girl?” he asked.

Absently, I stroked his close-cropped hair as I thought.

“Not being enough,” I said. The words came surprisingly easy. Maybe it was because we were in the dark, in a motel room in the middle of nowhere that I admitted that. That this night was a bubble, a cocoon from the real world. “You know how people have those dreams where they’re in public, and they’re naked? Or they’re in school, and they forgot to study for the test?”

In the darkness, I saw Colton’s lips curve up. “Sure.”

“Well, mine are like that, only in every dream, my dad is there, but he’s giving all his attention to someone else. Like my best friend or some random kid. Or his girlfriend of the week. Someone he deemed better than me.” I forced a laugh. “I know, wah wah. It’s nothing compared to what you go through. It’s not life or death. Good and evil.”

“Pain is pain,” Colton said softly, trailing his lips over my shoulder. “Comparisons mean nothing. So your dad’s a dick?”

My laugh was genuine this time. “You could say that. Not abusive or mean, but I could never earn his attention, you know? My parents were divorced. My mom worked her ass off to raise and support me while he just did the bare minimum. I mean, he paid child-support, but he didn’t come to my piano recitals or school functions or anything. We had biweekly visits that wouldn’t have happened if my mom hadn’t insisted on them and usually consisted of him taking his current girlfriend somewhere fun and me tagging along.” I sighed. “Anyway. I’m too old to have daddy issues.”

Those daddy issues had transferred into man insecurities, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

Colton growled. “Little girl, maybe you’re just looking for affection in the wrong place.”

I rolled my hips up and into him. “I’m naked and beneath you. I think it’s pretty obvious where I’m looking for affection right about now.”

He stilled, and for a second, I thought I’d said something wrong.

But then he moved one hand on my knee to open it wide. He settled into the space he made, then slid his fingers up the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh to even more sensitive places.

“Gonna get you to scream my name again,” he said as two fingers slipped inside, found my G-spot with an accuracy that should have been frightening.

My eyes fell closed, and I let go. Colton wasn’t taking from me, he was giving. Not only was he generous with his orgasms, but he listened, focused on me. The last thought I had before his crazy skills shut my brain off was that he might have been right because, right now, Colton was giving me everything I’d been missing.

And wasn’t that as scary as could be?

MARINA

* * *

I woke to the sound of water running. Not rain, but a shower. I blinked, looked around. Oh shit!

I’d forgotten where I was.

I sat up. Okay, no need to panic. I was just in a motel room with Audrey’s brother-in-law, who didn’t know who I was. I should tell him as soon as he got out.

How would that conversation go? Hey, Colton, guess what? We’re actually heading to the same place. Surprise!

Would it be a good surprise or a bad surprise? Definitely bad. He was on leave, probably happy to fuck a willing woman. That was what sailors did on shore leave, right?

Butterflies took wing in my belly. I didn’t think Colton was a guy who liked surprises. And to him, would it be a surprise or deception? He’d spanked my ass for fun, but what kind of punishment would he give me for tricking him, especially since he only signed up for one night? I licked my lips. He might not even punish me. He could reject me outright. For some reason, the idea of Colton hating me hit harder than expected.

Sheesh. Was it because I’d slept with him? He’d rocked my world last night—and again at around three a.m.—but one night, and I got attached?

That was stupid. I’d been looking for a fling. I’d gotten it. He’d fucked a stranger.

My pussy ached from all the attention it got. It didn’t matter if he wanted to continue said fling for the rest of the week or not. I’d gotten what I needed. Insane man-made orgasms. Why, then, did the idea of him not wanting to see me again sink like a concrete block in the pit of my stomach?