One more grunt, and he paused, not moving.
She could feel his heartbeat slamming against hers. “Wolfe.” Hot, heated, slick skin filled her palms as she caressed up his flanks to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles on the way.
He lifted his head, his eyes soft. “Are you all right?”
She laughed, feeling free. “I’m better than all right. How about you?” He was still inside her, lightly throbbing, his weight held off her by his elbow.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he said softly, brushing the hair away from her face in a gentle touch that nearly brought tears to her eyes. “There’s water in the fridge if you want some.”
Her chuckle emerged naturally. “I’m not thirsty.” Yet.
“You will be.” The promise in his eyes stole what little breath she had left. “It’s gonna be a long night.”
Her body woke right up again. “Is it?”
“Yep. Now, about that spanking you mentioned . . .”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wolfe finished his egg-white omelet, sitting between Dana and her dad at a long table with Evie, the three sisters, and a bunch of other relatives. The bride and groom had taken off for their honeymoon, and the bride’s mother wasn’t around, so it was a boisterous affair. Dana’s sisters had sent him knowing smiles, and her parents had been polite and friendly, no doubt not wanting to dwell on thoughts of what he’d done to their daughter the night before.
There wasn’t much he hadn’t done.
His limbs were relaxed, and his chest felt like he’d let it expand for the first time in years. Next to him, Dana chattered happily with Katie, and he got the sense of why his buddies had fought for family back home. This was everything.
Dana leaned over him to talk to her mom, her breast brushing his arm. “Hey, Mom? I forgot to ask why Hunter, Faye, and Miss A weren’t at the wedding last night.”
Wolfe partially turned to face Evie. He’d met Hunter and Faye while on leave with his buddy Raider not too long ago. The three had been raised by Miss A in a foster home. Of course, that’s also when he’d met Dana. He’d found her in the woods and had tossed her umbrella in the river when she’d tried to stab him with it. He grinned at the memory.
Evie delicately wiped her mouth on her napkin. “Hunter and Faye took his brother, Jackson, to some space camp in Florida. While there, I’m hoping they start ring shopping, as is Miss A.” She winked at her husband. “Miss A had another wedding up in Boston for one of her foster kids. I think she was acting as mother of the groom, and rumor has it the bride was a total bridezilla.”
“Miss A will handle her,” Lissa said, tipping back a mimosa across from him.
“Wish I could see that,” Katie agreed, reaching over to steal bacon from Charlotte’s plate.
Good idea. Wolfe snagged a piece of whole-wheat toast from Dana’s plate, munching quietly. For the first time, he tried to think of a way to take out Rock without getting injured. Chances weren’t great.
He liked Dana. A lot. Maybe she really would date him after all of this was over. She had to appreciate that he’d kept himself from breaking Mike’s hands the previous night, when he’d at least wanted to twist a thumb or something. And she didn’t seem to mind Kat being around or Wolfe being too blunt, so maybe there was a chance. It was hard to be anything but hopeful when surrounded by the Mulberry family.
Mitch looked more at home dressed in ripped jeans and a worn T-shirt today. He pushed his plate away. “Okay. Now we get down to business.”
The table grew silent.
Wolfe leaned back to better see everyone, realizing his hand was playing with Dana’s hair. He dropped his arm. The woman had just dug right into his heart and planted her stubborn blond ass. What in the hell was he going to do now?
Mitch pulled his bingo card from his back pocket with a flourish. “I have fourteen squares marked out.”
Cards instantly appeared on the table with shouts of numbers, and when things settled down, Charlotte had twenty marked out. Lissa peered over her shoulder to read the card. “You cheat, you know.”
Dana elbowed Wolfe. “Where’s your card?”
He shrugged. Let Charlotte win this one. The brunette was smiling triumphantly at her sisters.
Mitch elbowed him from the other side. “She does cheat. Where’s your card?”
His ribs weren’t going to survive sitting between these two. Wolfe reluctantly drew the card from his back pocket, sliding it to Mitch.
“Whoa. Twenty-four squares.” Mitch clapped him on the back. “You were one away from the entire card. Great job.” He laughed and tossed a mushroom at Charlotte. “And I know you cheated. Nobody did the tango last night.”
