When he pistons into my sweet spot, I lose my fucking mind. Bouncing, I meet his pace. All at once, he stiffens, groans, and spills inside me.
I must sleep for a minute because the next thing I know, he spoons behind me. “G’night, sweetheart.”
“Night, wolfman. Sweet dreams.”
Chapter 2
“Crying wolf is a real danger.”?David Attenborough
Axel Wulf
“Mommy, wake up, it’s a school day.” As Abbie knocks on the bedroom door, my wife pulls the pillow over her face.
“Five more minutes. Some wolf kept me up late.” While she groans, I nibble her naked tits.
“C’mon, babe. I’ll make coffee.”
“Mrumph. Beast.”
“I love you, Mrs. Wulf.” Biting back a laugh, I tug the foam from her head and kiss her lips until her eyes open.
“Love you, too.” Long dark lashes lift off her cheeks, her gaze shifts to the clock, and she jumps out of bed. “Oh shit. We gotta move.”
“Yes, we do.” After I bring Bear back from his walk, my wife has showered, dressed, and served up French toast.
“Are you bringing me to school, Dad?” My heartstrings twang. I may not be her sperm donor, but in every other way, I will be the parent she deserves.
“Yup. Eat up. Let Mom brush your hair because we need to go.” While my mind drifts to my current FBI case, for which I still have no leads, Abigail swallows a bite.
“Is Bear coming too?”
Pouring coffee into my commuter mug, I explain, “Yes, he takes classes to protect people like you and Mommy better.”
“Cool.” She rubs his ears with her sticky fingers before grabbing her glass of orange juice.
As she offers him the last of her toast, I reach out to grab her wrist. “That’s for you, honey. He had his breakfast.”
“O-tay.” She eats two squares.
I hold up four fingers when she looks at me to indicate how many more. Once she finishes, I wipe her hands with a wet paper towel.
A few moments later, I nuzzle my wife’s neck. “Listen, if Dolly is not home by tonight, I will call the local police in PA.”
While I whisper sweet nothings, she works on Abbie’s snarls, then winks at me. “Thanks, hun. Otherwise, we may end up fostering two cats.”
Listening in, our half-braided imp jumps from her seat. “Really? We can keep them?”
“No!” In stereo, Gwen and I look on in mock horror, laughing our asses off.
Soon after dropping our daughter off at her elementary school, I make my way through the rush-hour traffic and park in the FBI lot. In my office, I check my email. As I’m about to leave for my team's morning meeting, my boss wanders to my desk.
“Have you found out anything?”
“Nothing more since we spoke yesterday, Ira.”
Deputy Director Kemp has insisted I use his first name, but I find it disrespectful. We don’t know each other that well.
“Wulf, I hope you’re not overly distracted.”
