When I press a glass against the refrigerator’s ice maker, he follows and nips my earlobe. “Perhaps I’ll become a mercenary so I can have summers off.”
Laughing now, I turn and poke his nose. “Make sure they pay you enough so we can rent this beach house every summer. I still can’t believe Farid left the key in the mailbox. Do you think he knows we’re here?”
“I doubt it.” Chuckling, he pours our drinks.
After we take a sip, he grabs my hand and leads me to the outside shower. “This time, no screaming orgasms.”
“You should talk, Mr. Mighty Groans.” Knowing we have limited time, I slip off my bikini.
He adjusts the spray, and his swim shorts drop to his feet. With his erect cock bouncing against my abs, I wrap my arms around him.
“He’s missed you.” Axel nibbles my lower lip, and a shiver runs down my spine despite the warm water.
“Hemade love just this morning.” On my toes, I squeeze his silky member, press my mouth to his, and savor the tangy lemon from his tea.
“Wake up sex? That was hours ago.” He cups my butt cheeks, his short nails slide up my back, and after he reaches my hair, he loosens my french braid.
My locks free, he rubs shampoo into his palms, soaps my head, and massages my scalp.
I lean back into the delicious pressure. “Oh my God. That feels absolutely amazing.”
“Shush, you’ll wake up Abbie.” Strong hands lift me and set me under the spray.
There, my body tingles as he spreads the soft soap over all his favorite parts. Not wanting to hog all the fun, I do the same,touch him all over, and give extra attention to the tat near the bullet wound above his kidneys.
With a greedy stare, he cups my butt, raises me, and backs me against the wall. Holding onto his shoulders, I wrap my legs around his waist and position his tip to my opening with one hand.
Groaning into my mouth, he plunges inside me. I buck, he pistons, and soon, the whole shower shakes.
“I’m coming, wolfman.” My clit swells, ready to explode into bliss.
He howls softly in my ear, arches up as he pins me to the tiles, and grinds his pelvis in little circles.
“Holy shit.” Desperate, I slip my index finger to my nub.
Before I can get myself off, he slaps it away. “Higher, babe. Blossom for me.”
Ah God, my go-button expands, my nails dig into his biceps, and I brace for his member's pumping action. When our centers meet again, I blast into oblivion.
One more thrust, he stiffens, groans, and joins me in never-never land. Later, we float to reality, wrap our towels around us, and stroll inside the house.
Sitting beside him on the sofa, I sigh. “Callie wants me to return to the lab, but I’ve been thinking. Maybe I’ll teach. That way, I could spend more time with Abbie… and you.”
“And I’ll become your sex slave, house husband.”
Giggling, I tackle him. “Are you saying we should live together in sin?”
Lying flat on the cushions, he pulls me up, and our eyes meet. “One place is cheaper, don’t you think?”
“Rather presumptuous. What if I don’t want to share my space with Mr. B. B. Wolf?”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff…” He tickles my ribs until I say uncle.
All at once, he reaches under the cushion and hands me a fuzzy box. “I was saving this for an extraordinary night out, but I can’t wait. Wanna play house for real? You and Abbie marry me and Bear?”
My eyes water as I open the gift box and stare at the exquisite diamond ring. It’s not too flashy, nor too plain. It's perfect.
“Gwen?” Axel’s brows raise and he remains in suspended animation.
