I undid the rest of the buttons and pushed his shirt away from his body. Slowly, I moved around him to face his back.
My pussy muscles clenched upon seeing his fully shaded tattoo.
“The wolf’s all grown up,” I said, remembering the first time I’d seen this tattoo. Now, it looked like the fully grown version of a wolf and the reflection of Gabe. The flowery side that was sweet, endearing, and kind-hearted, paired with the ferocity of the adult wolf that almost tore Nate apart earlier that day.
I wanted both sides of the wolf. I trailed my finger around the eyes of the wolf and smiled as my guy shuddered. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of the nose and then ran my tongue across one of the petals of the wolf’s face. Gabe’s entire body trembled.
“That’s enough of that.” He grunted and spun around, lifting me off of my feet.
“I was getting reacquainted with your ticklish side.” I laughed as he tossed me on the bed. But my laughter broke off when his weight pressed down against me.
“I’m not ticklish,” he lied as he lifted my arms above my head.
“Liar, liar, pants on f— Oh, fuck,” I groaned as he pushed his shaft into me. We weren’t even fully undressed, but he must’ve not wanted to waste any time.
“I missed you so fucking much.” He rutted into me so deeply that I saw stars.
My back arched off the bed, and I tightened my legs around his waist. “I missed you, too.”
“Don’t ever walk away from me again,” he said before kissing me.
I didn’t get the chance to respond. Somehow, we continued to strip one another of the rest of our clothing while remaining connected. Gabe plummeted into my body repeatedly, bringing me to a climax so quickly it felt like it ripped through me.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said breathlessly as he turned me onto all fours. “Say it back,” he demanded while he plunged into my core.
“I love you, Wolf!” I shouted.
Gabe slipped his finger through my folds, finding my clit and massaging it in tune with his strokes. My body never stood a chance against the second orgasm.
We spent the rest of that night making up for the month and a half we’d been apart. Hours later, we fell asleep, depleted and drained but utterly and blissfully fulfilled.
Epilogue
Gabe
“Thank you,” Lena said as I held the door of The Rustic open for her.
“Surprise!” everyone shouted as we entered, completely startling her.
“What is this?” she asked, staring around at all the streamers and the giant posterboard of her album cover.
“This is to celebrate you having a number one record,” I said, taking her hand in mine and bringing it to my lips.
It was a month since all that shit in LA went down. Nate’s punk ass was indicted for his financial crimes and for engaging in illegal sports betting, along with Lena’s former assistant, Demetria. Those two faced a mountain of legal trouble, including the lawsuit Lena filed against both of them.
But that night, we were there to celebrate Lena’s new album,All of Me. The first single, “Tornado,” had made its way to the top of the R&B charts and was currently sitting at number ten on the Billboards. It was projected to go number one within the following two weeks.
The best part about Lena’s success was that due to Nate’s legal issues, she was able to remove his record label from receiving any credits and publish her entire album independently.
My woman was officially in charge of her career.
“Congratulations!” Jodi shouted while she, Micah, Rayven, Lena’s parents and the rest of our gathered family and friends tossed confetti in the air.
At that moment, the baby boy strapped to Jodi’s chest began crying.
“Aww, it looks like little Lonzie doesn’t appreciate all of the noise,” Lena cooed, rubbing a hand over my nephew’s forehead.
“Shit. We left his headphones in the car,” Micah said. He ran out to get the noise-canceling headphones they’d bought to place over the baby’s ears.
