“This hard enough?” He growls as he grabs my hips and pounds into me. The pain radiates through my body, but my brain only gives off pleasure signals. I gasp for air as he takes what he wants and gives me what I need. I can feel him swell and just as I come, so does he. Our bodies rock together, loving the pleasure that the other is giving. He grunts behind me, his cock twitching with each sound that leaves his lips. When he pulls out of me, I shove myself up to stand under the water. Wolf climbs out to dispose of the condom before he climbs back in.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks reaching around me to grab the shampoo. I don’t expect him to squeeze it onto my hair, let alone massage it in. I close my eyes wondering how much I can trust him with.
“It’s just the past,” I say softly.
“The past can tear you apart. Don’t let it, darlin’.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before turning me to rinse my hair. Tears slide down my cheeks but I hope he doesn’t notice them mixed with the water from the shower.
“He raped me,” I whisper softly.
“He what?” His voice has hardened. His eyes burn through me and I’m not even looking at him. Slowly I blink my eyes open and they lock with his bright blue ones. The blue seems darker in this moment and I wonder why.
“It was a long time ago. I was young, stupid. I thought he loved me. At first, I thought he might have. That all changed. I was sixteen and he was eighteen. His parents had money so there was no point in the little poor girl claiming rape,” I tell him as my chest aches. “We were at a party like most girls that get raped are. It sounds so fucking cliché hearing myself say it. We drank, we danced but then his friends were there.”
“Fuck,” Wolf hisses under his breath. He reaches up and wipes my tears.
“They held me there. They laughed and then they threatened me. They said they would kill me if I told and that no one would believe me anyway. They were probably right. I didn’t grow up in a loving home. My friend Ester,” he cuts me off.
“The one out there?” I nod.
“She was all I had. We lived on the streets and learned how to take care of ourselves.” I shrug.
“Where is he now?” The growl that rips from his chest startles me a little. I step back a little.
“Wisconsin.”
“That’s where you’re from?” He asks, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back closer to him.
“Yeah.”
“How the hell did you end up in Maryland of all places?” He asks with a smirk. That’s it. That’s enough of this sharing. I shove him away from me, watching as he slips before catching himself and climb out of the shower.
“What the fuck, Krista?”
“That’s none of your business!”
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She’s a stubborn one. I fucking like it too. My cock responds to her little temper tantrum. She has a towel around her waist and heading out of the bathroom when I follow.
“Holy shit,” Ester screams covering her face.
“Don’t walk away from me!” I roar, causing Krista to stop. I’m well aware that I’m standing here naked and I don’t really give a shit. One thing I hate the most is when I’m talking to someone and they walk away from me. Anger boils under my skin like lava from what she said to me in there.
“Leave it alone, Wolf,” she says without looking at me. She takes a step to move once more into what I assume is her room. I don’t let her get that far. I grab her shoulder and spin her around to face me.
“You fuckin’ drop that bomb and then tell me not to worry about it?” I roar louder. Her eyes move from mine and down my body. There goes my cock again. It jerks and she shakes her head. Not my fucking fault.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend to bother?” She asks me, raising her eyebrow. Look at her. She thinks she can pull that one on me? Not a chance in hell.
“Don’t change the subject!”
“Why is there a hot naked guy screaming at you?” Ester asks as she comes to stand next to Krista. Her eyes roam my body much the same but I keep my gaze glued on her friends.
“Are you just going to stand there naked?” Krista asks.
“Maybe. What the fuck difference does it make? Answer me. Why are you here?” Ester gasps, Krista rolls her eyes.
“I moved here. Is that a fucking crime? I didn’t want to be in Wisconsin anymore. I didn’t want to be around him!” That makes sense but judging by the look in her eyes there’s something else. And from the looks of her friend, there is.
“What else?”
“You told him?” Ester asks, looking to her friend for confirmation. Krista sighs, her shoulders slowly relaxing.
“About Tom, yes.”
“What about th-“
“That’s all I told him!” Krista snaps not letting her finish. Ester closes her mouth and turns to walk away leaving the two of us again.
“I need to get dressed,” she says. I nod my head and let her go into her room, but I follow. Of course, I follow. I’m not done yet.
“What aren’t you tellin’ me?”
“Why does it matter, Wolf? You do my tattoo and we fuck on occasion.”
“Is that what you call the phone sex too?” Her eyes widen. “How the hell did you think I didn’t know it was you, Krista? I’ve heard you moan with my cock in you for over a month.”
“The whole time?”
“No. Not at first but after a while, yeah I figured it was you. Was it really a wrong number?” I ask amused.
“Yeah. Small world.” She grabs her bra and slips it up her arms as I watch still naked.
“Talk to me.”
“I meant what I said.”
“Which is?”
“There’s nothing between us, Wolf. You and me,” she gestures between the two of us. “Nothing.”
“Let me get this right,” I say with my hands on my hips. “We fuck, we talk. We hang the fuck out, but we aren’t shit?” She laughs now. She actually laughs at that. I don’t think it’s all that funny but at the same time, I have my own shit to deal with.
“We fuck. You run my tatt. That’s basically all this is.” I don’t know what I was expecting from her, but it wasn’t this. In fact, I don’t know what the hell I was expecting of me. She’s right. I have Lauren to deal with. I don’t need her shit on top of it. Slowly nodding my head, I turn around and go back into the bathroom pulling my clothes on. Once my boots are on, I slip my arms into my cut, stuff my gun into the back of my jeans and walk into the hall. She’s dressed now standing there with her head down and her arms wrapped around herself.
“When you figure your shit out, let me know.” I stalk past her when she grabs my arm. I take a deep breath, not knowing what the hell all of this is between us. I shouldn’t want her. I shouldn’t be fucking with her. She’s a client just like she said. I broke my own fucking rules by messing with her and now here we are.
“Don’t walk away,” she says softly. So softly in fact that I nearly don’t hear her.