Page 189 of The Wolfs of New York


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She closes her eyes, resting the palms of her hands against them. “I always thought you’d marry him and he’d bring you home.”

“Frannie?” I say her name tentatively. “Look at me.”

She drops her hands and attempts a weak smile.

“I am home.” I push my hair back over my shoulder. “This is my home. I belong here now. I’m building my life here.”

“I miss you.” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“I’m a video call away. You can come visit me anytime you want. I’ll come back to see you when I get more time off.” I smile softly. “But I need to live here.”

She nods softly. “I know you’re not coming back. I know your life is there now.”

I look into her eyes; the eyes that have mirrored mine my entire life. “It doesn’t matter where I live, Fran. We’ll always be sisters.”

“Twins,” she corrects me. “Our bond is special.”

I watch her closely. Her gaze darts to something to her left before she cracks a wide smile. “Do you need to go make a baby, Fran?”

“How did you know? Grant just walked into our bedroom and he doesn’t have a shirt on.” A blush creeps over her cheeks.

I smile, wondering if that’s what I looked like the first night I saw Sebastian.

“Get the job done.” I lean closer to my phone. “I love you.”

She presses her lips to the screen of her tablet in a kiss. “I love you too. Find all your happiness there, Tilly. I want that for you.”

I want that for me too.

“I’m hereto see the most beautiful woman in the world.” His lips graze over the nape of my neck.

I stretch but don’t open my eyes. I can’t out of fear that I’m dreaming.

I fought to stay awake until one a.m. hoping that Sebastian would come home. When he didn’t, I stripped to my panties, crawled between the sheets of my bed and fell fast asleep.

His strong arms circle me to pull me back and into his bare chest. I can tell that he’s nude. His erection is resting against me.

“Unless you’re the hottest man on the planet, I’m asleep.”

He chuckles and the deep rumble courses through me. “Only you can decide if that’s who I am.”

“I say it’s you and only you,” I whisper.

“That makes me the luckiest man who ever walked the face of this earth.” He inches even closer.

I take his hand from where it’s pressed on my stomach and glide it lower.

“You want to come,” he rasps.

I whimper when I feel his fingers brush the lace of my panties. “I want to feel.”

He pulls me close, holding my body against his. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“What things?” I suck in a deep breath.

“Things like this.” He pushes my panties aside to rest the length of his cock between the cheeks of my ass.

I moan. “No condom.”