Bo
Rays of sun streamed across the bed, pulling Bo from her blissful dream. She blinked several times and stretched. The warm sheets skimmed across her sensitive skin and sent tingles over her naked body. She smiled. Though yesterday’s events were a little hazy, the pleasant ache from Wolf’s lovemaking confirmed the experience had been real.
“Wolf?” She lay still, listening. Only silence answered her. Bo kicked off the covers and sat up. Swiping her tangled blond mess away from her face, she looked around the small cabin. “Wolf?” Still no answer.
She glanced at the dancing pig clock over the sink. Ten o’clock—crap, she’d slept so late. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she slowly stood. Each muscle objected as she rose. Though deliciously sore, her body hummed with energy. Dodging death and getting laid by the hottest guy in town had a tendency to do that to a girl. The wooden planks of the floor were cool under her feet as her skin pebbled from the brisk morning air. Bo smiled at the red rose and note neatly arranged on the kitchen table.
Bo, had to finish the arrangements for the Muffet wedding. Your car is out front and I picked up your purse from the processing plant this morning. There’s a spare set of sweats in the dresser. They might be too big, but they should work until you can get home. Wedding starts at two. We should probably talk later. Hope you can forgive me.
Wolf
Bo scrunched up her nose. “Forgive him? What the heck is that all about?”
She searched for something to wear in the pine dresser and pulled out a ratty pair of black sweatpants that tied at the waist. She unfolded them.
“These will work.”
Next Bo held up a huge gray sweatshirt. A sexy ewe in a black negligee and the caption A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing stretched across the front. She shook her head, probably from an old girlfriend. After slipping on the shirt, she tossed up the covers on the bed and gathered her things. As she plucked the tattered pink panties from the rung of a dining room chair, she sighed. Memories of last night surfaced and brought with them a smile. Those had been her favorite panties but Wolf’s passionate lovemaking was worth their sacrifice.
Once home, Bo ate, showered, and pulled out the little black dress she’d bought for the Muffet wedding. The beaded number had cost her more than a week’s salary, but now she was glad she’d splurged. She slipped the dress over her head. The fabric clung to all the right places and the girls stood high and perky against the plunging neckline. Bending over, Bo shimmied and braved a bit more cleavage. Oh yeah, there’s no way Wolf could resist her in this outfit. By the time she’d finished her makeup and hair it was nearly one. After giving her reflection a final check in the mirror, she grabbed her wrap and purse, and headed for the church.
Bo eased her car into the large parking lot at the side of the building. Wolf’s van sat next to the entrance. Her heart raced at the prospect of seeing him again. She fanned herself as heat flooded her body. Just the thought of her bad boy made her nipples tighten in anticipation. Bo pressed her knees together, trying to stem the ache growing between her legs. This already felt like the longest wedding in history and the ceremony hadn’t even begun. She checked her watch. It would be hours until she could get Wolf alone to ravage him.
A wicked smile crept across her face—or maybe not. Didn’t churches have all kinds of secret alcoves and closets? Maybe she could entice Wolf into a little pre-wedding fun. She parked the car and melded into the queue of people streaming into the church. Once inside, Bo veered left and down the steps to the church basement.
There he was, be still her beating heart. Wolf stood with his arms crossed and legs spread, nodding at Juliette Muffet as she rambled on about her daughter’s wedding. His thick mane of dark brown hair brushed the top of his shoulders—shoulders that strained against the periwinkle fabric of his blue dress shirt. As Bo stared at him, she saw her lover in a whole new light. Until last night she’d thought Wolf sweet, courteous, and a generous lover. But something had changed between them and Bo prayed it had nothing to do with the Frisky Fairy Dust.
Wolf’s silver gaze slid from Mrs. Muffet and pinned Bo where she stood. Her breath caught in her throat. Dangerous was the word that popped into her head. Dangerous and all hers, she amended. Bo glided toward him, trying to infuse her walk with as much sex appeal as possible. Unfortunately, Mrs. Muffet followed Wolf’s gaze and smiled.
“Bo, don’t you look beautiful.”
Wolf’s stare burned across Bo’s skin. Moisture pooled between her legs and it took every ounce of her strength not to push the woman aside and jump on her wild man right there.
“Thank you, Mrs. Muffet. I was just about to say the same thing about you.”
Bo eyed the mountainous hairdo piled on the woman’s head. The coiffeur sported more pins than shipment of Han grenades. Mrs. Muffet patted the shellacked masterpiece and preened.
“As a matter-of-fact,” Bo continued, trying to expedite the woman’s departure, “I just heard two or three of the guest asking where you were.”
Mrs. Muffet’s expression turned serious. “Oh my, I guess I have been neglecting my mother-of-the-bride duties.” She turned to Wolf. “Thank you again, Mr. Van Hyde. The arrangements are perfect.”
He gave the woman a tight smile. “My pleasure.”
With a girlish giggle, Mrs. Muffet bustled out the door, leaving Bo and Wolfgang alone.
“You look beautiful,” Wolf said.
Bo took a step closer. “So do you.” She ran her fingers down the blue patterned tie. God he was sexy.
“I wasn’t sure you would come.”
His words stopped the exploration of her fingers. She cocked her head. “Why wouldn’t I come?” Her fingers started their trek across his chest.
“Because of last night.” He covered her hand with his. “And what happened.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I was kind of hoping that could happen again.” Bo stepped closer, her body pressed flush with his. The scent of his woodsy cologne enveloped her and she inhaled. “You smell so good.” Her hand dipped around his back to palm his ass. His cock tightened and pushed against her stomach. “And you feel even better.”
“Bo.” Wolfgang growled. “We need to talk.”
Slipping her hand down the front of his pants, she cupped and rubbed his growing erection. “Talk later—kiss me now.” She tilted her face to him and parted her lips in invitation.
He held her gaze, watching her like a predator watches its prey. Shivers raced across her shoulders and down her spine. Oh my, the things he made her feel with a simple look. As if he battled some inner demon, Wolf’s lips inched toward hers. His breath brushed her lips and all she wanted was to feel his hands on her body, caressing, kneading, worshipping.
Velvet skin barely grazed her lips. What was wrong with him? What was he waiting for? Was he teasing her? The bulge in Wolf’s pants was all the evidence Bo needed to tell her he desired her. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled Wolf to her. If he wouldn’t take charge, then she would.
Her lips met his and she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Wet on wet, soft and caressing—her tongue slid along the length of his. She felt Wolf moan against her mouth, the sound spurring on her amorous advances. Coasting her tongue across his lower lip, she nipped and sucked. Bo pressed her pelvis against Wolf’s erection, trying to maneuver her aching pussy against him, but stopped when her three-inch platforms wobbled precariously under her. Not sexy. All she needed was to fall off her shoes and sprain her ankle.
Her body ached but still Wolf didn’t touch her. His arms hung limp at his side. “Touch me,” she whispered. She reached for his hand and raised his fingers to wrap around the full mound of her breast.
He didn’t move—didn’t squeeze or pluck—didn’t massage or tweak. “Bo,” he whispered. “We need to talk.”
His words extinguished some of her ardor and dread crept through her. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say. Hadn’t last night been wonderful? Well…hadn’t it? Bo reached for his other hand and ran up her thigh and under the flimsy material of her dress.
“Touch me, Wolf. Please.” He groaned against her ear and slipped his fingers between her legs. She spread for him. “Deeper.”
His fingers slid between the folds of her pussy, filling her with heat and liquid desire. She glided her hand up his arm as she gyrated against his probing digits. Grasping the metal tab of his zipper, she tugged the little brass piece down and reached inside to stroke his cock.
Wolf’s shaft pulsed under her touch as she massaged the thick head. His fingers pumped in and out of her wet opening and she matched him stroke for stroke. Nuzzling her, he pressed his mouth against her neck and nipped. Yes, the animal, that’s what she wanted.
She moaned. “Oh yeah Wolf, take me like you did last night.”
Wolf’s fingers still against her pussy. Bo pressed into his hand, but he slowly withdrew and stepped away. She blinked several times. What the hell had happened?
“What’s wrong?”
He zipped up his pants and slid his hands into his pockets. Bo’s body thrummed, needing him to finish what she had started. Finally, Wolf looked at her.
“You don’t have to do this?” he said.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “But I want to do this—with you—right now.”
“No you don’t. You’re just saying that so I won’t feel bad about what happened last night.”
Her amorous glow faded, replaced by a pissy attitude. “Trust me, I’m not that nice. I don’t bang guys just so they feel better—no matter how much I like them.”
He seemed unfazed by her words. Crossing his arms, he glared at her. “You’re just being nice.” Bo gave an unlady-like snort but he ignored her. “Let’s just get this over with. I know you’re repulsed by my…animalistic urges. Women always are. I’m not blaming you. So I’ll make this easy for both of us.” He took a deep breath. “Bo, I don’t think we should see each other until I can get my urges under control.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he held his hand up to stop her. “I’ve made up my mind,” he continued. “I can barely look at you without wanting to bend you over the table, hike up your skirt, and mount you like a wild animal.”
A thrill of excitement rippled through Bo’s body and at the same time, she wanted to smash one of his beautiful centerpieces over his head. Repulsed? Suppress the animal urges? Was he crazy? Last night had ruined her. She no longer wanted sweet, courteous, and generous. Now she wanted wild and Wolf needed to be wild.
“I’ll call you in a few months—after things have settled down. Maybe we could have dinner and talk. That is—if you even want to see me.” Wolf wouldn’t meet her gaze. “I’m sorry, Bo.”
Stepping past her, he walked out of the basement, leaving her alone, unfulfilled, and more than a little agitated. So he thought he was doing her a favor by breaking it off. Well Wolf had another thing coming if he expected her to roll over and play dead. He wanted her bad but felt he couldn’t be himself. Anger seethed inside her. How many women had made him ashamed of what he was?
No way would she let Wolf slip his leash so easily. Bo straightened and pushed her breasts a little higher. Time to teach this new dog a few old tricks.
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