The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

“I sure hope you do. I’ve always liked you, Maverick. I would really hate for things to get ugly…” He pivoted his body toward mine, looking me right in the eye. Arwen sang from the piano, her song slowly coming to a close. Kamikaze stared at me for a long time, his eyes shifting back and forth as he gauged my reaction. “And you know how ugly shit like this becomes.”

Arwen was cornered by her admirers, fielding questions about her singing and skills on the piano. Glasses of champagne kept being placed in her hand, and she kept drinking and drinking, bursting with laughter as her cheeks blushed with the alcohol.

I kept my arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall over and embarrass herself, but I wasn’t really paying attention to her because my eyes continued to scan the room for signs of Kamikaze.

It seemed like he was gone.

I didn’t want him anywhere near Arwen.

As the night continued, she got hammered. Laughing her heart out and making new friends, she was definitely the subject everyone would talk about for weeks to come. No one cared about me—just my beautiful and fascinating wife.

I finally pulled her aside when she’d had too much. “We should get going.”

“Come on.” She meant to pat her hand against my chest but hit my chin instead. “This is fun. You know which parties to hit.”

“Nope. Party is over.” I escorted her out of the house and to the valet at the end of the long pathway.

“Come on, live a little.” She wobbled on her heels and almost tripped down one of the stairs. “Whoa…I thought I jumped out of an airplane for a second there.”

I scooped her into my arms and carried her the rest of the way.

“Wow…you’re so strong.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the neck.

I carried her to the car and got her into the passenger seat. I had to buckle her safety belt because even that was too hard for her. Then I drove home, listening to her mumble about nonsense in the seat beside me. Then she started to hum…but that was actually nice.

When we got home, I carried her inside and up the stairs. When we reached the second floor, I turned to carry her to her bedroom.

“No…I want to sleep with you,” she whispered in my ear, her melodic voice innately seductive.

I didn’t want to sleep with a drunk woman, but maybe keeping her with me was smart. I wouldn’t want her to choke on her own vomit and die. The only way to make sure she lasted through the night was if I was beside her the entire time.

I turned around and carried her to my bedroom.

She was light in my arms and still beautiful with smeared makeup, and I felt lucky this woman came home with me every night. Every man in that room wanted her, married or not. But I was the one who got to have her. Kamikaze wanted her more because it was obvious how alluring she was, how much a man would pay to have her for the night.

The thought made me sick to my stomach, so I stopped thinking about it.

I set her on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. I loosened the straps of her heels then pushed them off so her feet could finally relax.

She lay there, her eyes closed like she was dead tired.

I turned her over and found the zipper at the back of her dress. I tugged it open and loosened the dress so I could pull it down her body toward her hips.

When her tits popped out, her eyes opened. Firm and round with cute nipples, her tits pointed straight up as she shook her hips to get herself out of the gown. She watched me, studying the way I stared at her body without shame.

I got the material to her ankles then tossed it over the chair.

When I came back to her, she already had pushed her thong off, leaving her completely naked on my bed. She spread her legs when I came near, beckoning me to stand between her thighs and fuck her.

I didn’t care that she was drunk. She was my wife, and I could fuck her whenever I wanted. My palm pressed against her flat tummy, and I slid my hand up between her voluptuous tits. I touched her warm cleavage and watched her suck in a deep breath, filled with desire. My eyes worshiped her perfect figure, from her slender stomach to her nice pussy.

She grabbed my hips and tugged on me, wanting me to lean over her so she could kiss me.

I fell forward and held my body up with my arms, my lips just inches from hers.

With parted lips and lazy eyes, she looked at me like she wanted me to stick it to her good. “You’re the only man I want to go home with…” Her palms planted against my chest, and she pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me slowly but passionately, giving me her eager tongue as her fingers loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders then moved to my slacks. The belt came off and the zipper was undone. “Now I know what it really means to be with a man…”