Page 67 of Off the Post

My words get caught in the back of my throat and the entire world comes to a screeching halt. I score my fingers into his back, searching for purchase as I fall into that black hole of oblivion. My body shakes with the intensity of my release, and I stifle my cries of passion as I bury my face against his neck to muffle my moans. “Soren.”

A noise from the other room—a cough or maybe a drunken mumble—puts us both on high alert. I tense and Soren’s hold on my hips tightens. I stare wide-eyed but make no move to stop this moving train.

He presses a finger to his lips and we’re silent for a moment, both breathing hard. In a swift move, he lifts me off his erection and fits his stiff cock back into his shorts. He gestures for me to wait and tiptoes down the hall, placing an ear to Tanner’s bedroom door.

He hesitates and my breath stalls.

If Tanner comes out right now, I’m not sure how to play it. Would I lie to his face about what Soren and I are up to, or tell him the truth, that it’s more than a hookup?

Or is it?

Tanner’s loud snores return from the other side of his bedroom door. Safe for now.

Soren waits just another moment before he walks back toward me, beckoning me with the crook of his finger to follow him as he continues down to my bedroom. I swing down to pick up my clothes and scurry behind him quietly.

Once inside, he locks the door behind us and I turn around. I begin to slowly remove his shirt and shorts and boxer briefs one by one.

I lick my lips at the sight of him standing gloriously naked, cock bobbing long and thick between legs dusted with soft golden blond. He has the body of a warrior Adonis.

My greedy fist wraps around his still slick erection, and he closes his eyes on a needy groan.

Something inside my chest breaks free and crumbles between us. I never expected to hook up with one of my brother’s teammates when I moved here. And I certainly didn’t plan on falling for him.

But here I am, my heart clearly deciding what it wants regardless of my brain’s plans.

And what it wants is The Wolf.

Soren pulls my hand free and tugs me to the edge of the bed, which he gives a quick glance as if sizing it out. With a satisfied harrumph, he hoists me off the floor, my knees pressing into the mattress. Hand on my shoulder, he bends me forward on all fours over the bed.

“I seem to recall you asked for this, mein Sonnenschein.”

His hands at my hips, he slams into me, and I choke on whatever I’m about to say, my heart skipping a beat. And the intensity of his action is so ferocious, it’s befitting his nickname.

I have a dream that I’m in a deep, dark cave, the sounds of wolves howling in the distance and soft snores surrounding me, hovering in a protective guard.

But I’m not scared. I’m safe and secure in their company. Oddly, there’s no canine scent, only a spicy, musky fragrance that penetrates the air.

And hot. Did I mention it’s hot?

My eyes fly open in a panic, and I find myself staring at the source of the warmth in this dream.

I’m lying on my side, a strong arm wrapped heavily around my middle. Soren’s hand covers one of my breasts.

Behind me is a wall of chest, a deliciously hard morning erection wedged into my back. It’s glorious and stirs a mix of emotions in me that I can’t quite define.

Comfort and longing and contentment.

The dreams from the night slowly dissolve through the recesses of my mind, and I look at my phone laying on top of my nightstand. With the dark being purged from around us, the light cracks through the window and alarm bells fire in my head.

I dislodge myself from the cozy circle of Soren’s arm and sit up in bed, taking in our surroundings. Clothing is strewn all over the floor, the comforter is in a heap at the end of the bed, and a single sheet covers Soren’s naked body.

“Soren,” I panic-whisper, giving him a hard enough shove against his shoulder to jostle him awake. “Get up. You have to leave. Quick.”

One eye pries open and squints at me. Lethargic from slumber and still clearly tired from the night we spent together, he scrubs a hand down his face.

And wow, what a night it was. My body is rung out and sore in all the right places, and I clench my thighs together at the memories. I was well fucked—first by Soren taking me hard and fast, growling in my ear, and then at a slow, languid pace.

“Mein Sonnenschein.”