I knew the moment Wolfe lost control. I felt the big man’s body tighten, his hand gripping mine painfully hard as he erupted, cum splashing on his bare stomach.
When Wolfe finally opened his eyes, he stared at me.
I could see the need in his eyes. Hell, I felt it.
Rather than give in, though, I knew I had to hold out. And if I did, so did Wolfe.
“Be patient.” I wasn’t sure who I was talking to, myself or him. Probably both.
It took more willpower than I thought I possessed to turn and walk away from Wolfe Caine when I had him right where I wanted him, but I managed.
I would likely regret it later, but I still put one foot in front of the other and climbed back into my truck.
Chapter Seven
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Amy
I woke up Saturday morning to the sun shining in through my bedroom window. My eyes opened, and I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I felt different. At first, I didn’t know why, then I realized…
No nightmare.
I wasn’t sure when the last time was that I hadn’t had the same terrifying dream, but last night I'd slept soundly. Well, sort of. I'd had a dream of a different kind, one I'd never had before. This one involved a sexy black-haired, green-eyed cowboy and a handsome brown-haired, blue-eyed sheriff. Both of them were touching me, kissing me, driving me absolutely crazy.
I realized I was sweating, but it wasn’t from terror. It was from…
Oh, man. That had been some dream.
“You’re crazy,” I whispered to myself, unable to keep from smiling.
I seriously doubted either man was even half-interested in me. Sure, I'd seen them give me a couple of what I'd thought were I’m interested in you looks, but I'd obviously misinterpreted them. I was almost positive the two men were into each other, which meant they were definitely not into me.
My cell phone buzzed and I jumped, knocking my alarm clock onto the floor when I reached for it. My throat felt thick as I stared at the screen.
So much for thinking the fear had abated.
The alert showed it was a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Clicking on the text app, I stared at the screen.
Do you like to swim? If not, we could go to the range again. You know, if you’re up to it.
My heart did a double-tap in my chest. The good kind.
Oh, and if you don’t recognize the number, this is Wolfe.
I laughed. As if I thought it was anyone else.
With trembling fingers, I tapped out a response:
I like to swim.
And I did. Although I couldn’t remember the last time I'd been swimming. Would’ve been sometime in high school, I figured.
The reply came almost instantly.
Good. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes. We’ll grab breakfast on the way out to the lake. It’s a private lake, so you don’t have to worry about an audience.
I could think of nothing to say except:
