Chapter 1
“The hungriest wolf runs the furthest” ~Finnish proverb
FBI Special Agent Axel Wulf
The night breeze catches the gauze curtains. As they brush against my wife’s bare butt, she shoots me a sexy smile. “A whole week to ourselves? I can hardly believe it.”
It’s taken us a year to fit our honeymoon into our schedule and I don’t intend to waste a minute of it. I kiss her beach-freckled nose followed by her silky cheeks. My lips meet hers, my hand slips between her thighs, and she’s so ready, a groan escapes my chest.
Rolling onto her back, she pulls her messy dark hair out of her face.
While she lifts her arms and spreads her legs, I settle on top. Leaning on my elbows, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her hard suck shoots to my need, so I place myself at her core.
“Whatcha waiting for? An engraved invitation?” Her thick lashes flutter against my nose as they lift.
Chuckling, I slip inside her so deeply that her brown eyes widen. Her newly manicured red nails dig into the back of my neck sending waves of lust down my spine to my balls.
Serenaded by the locusts and the crashing ocean at the end of the block, I hold back my orgasm to slow down our dance. “I’ve missed you.”
She nips my earlobe and giggles. “It’s been, what? A couple of hours?”
“Too long.” My upper teeth bite down on my lower lip. Even so, I almost come when she wraps her luscious, toned legs above my hips, locks her ankles, and arches up.
What did I do to deserve this woman? I swear on my life, I’ll never take her for granted.
Of like minds, we up the pace until the headboard bangs against the wall. As we’re about to reach our nexus, someone pounds on our front door.
My wife, on the edge of orgasm, pants in my ear. “Answer, and I will kill you.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” The FBI agent within senses trouble, but surely, whoever is out there can wait for one more thrust. We’re so damn close.
The pounding continues, and a voice I had hoped never to hear again screams into the quiet night. “Dammit, Wulf, open the fucking door.”
Cock shriveled, I pull out. Of all the beach houses in all the world, she has to show up at mine. “Honey, I swear I’ll get rid of her. Give me five.”
Ignoring my directive, Gwen jumps up and rummages through her suitcase.
“You might want to get dressed first.” She slips into a one-piece short set, pinches my ass, and throws a pair of cargo pants across the room.
Grunting, I slip into my clothes and, as a precautionary measure, snatch my sidearm from the safe.
Meanwhile, the bitch outside bangs and shouts, “I know you’re in there.”
Fists clenched, I pad over the rental home’s vinyl wood planks. A wet washcloth of moist, humid air slaps me in the face when I crack open the entrance.
“Took you long enough.” Brittany Fucking Babcock shoves her ginormous boobs past me and into my personal space.
Despite the brutal humidity, not one of my ex’s blond hairs seems out of place, her makeup is flawless, and her red designer dress must’ve set her back a couple of grand.
“What the hell do you want?” Arm around Gwen’s waist, I glare at my life’s biggest mistake who refuses to budge.
Instead, she focuses her reptilian green eyes on my wife. “Scram, honey. Wolfman and I need privacy.”
My annoyed spouse raises her brows, but I shake my head no. She’s not going anywhere. Brittany is.
“If you have something of interest to discuss, call the office and arrange a meeting.” Disregarding my subtle hint, the drama queen opens the fridge, grabs our open champagne bottle, and places it on the granite countertop.
“Ledbetter. Does the name mean anything to you?” If she'd said anything else, I would’ve tossed her out with the trash.How did she get wind of my current assignment?
