Wolf Bite (Wolf Cove #2) (18 page)

“God, it’s becoming impossible to resist you, red,” he whispers,
leaning down to place the softest kiss on my jaw.

I shouldn’t let him do this.

I shouldn’t let either of them get away with anything
they’ve been doing lately.

And yet I don’t pull away, reveling in the closeness, in the
smell of him, in the heat from his body, in the knowledge that he wants me.

His lips find my ear. “Now, go be a good girl and touch
yourself, thinking about us.” Peeling away from me, he heaves a sigh and
wanders away.

Us.
He said
us
. Not simply him.

I duck back into the cabin and crawl into bed as quietly as
possible. I count the slow, heavy breathing of five people. The cabin’s full
tonight, but at least they’re all asleep again.

And I’m wide awake.

And smiling at the bunk above me, thinking about those two.

I’m sure Connor is already facedown and snoring by now. But
Ronan, I’m not so sure. Could he actually be lying in bed, rubbing himself,
thinking of me? I close my eyes and try to picture what that would be like. I
have a pretty good idea, given I’ve already seen him naked and in the throes of
passion.

Heat stirs between my legs. I haven’t come since the night
with Michael.

My phone, on silent, lights up on the shelf beside me with
an incoming text.

Oh my God
.

My cheeks flush as I take in the picture of Ronan, lying in
bed, naked and smiling up at the camera. It cuts off at his pelvic bone where
the tuft off dark hair begins, but the way his arm is stretching down leaves
little to the imagination of what he’s doing.

He really is beautiful.

And he really is jerking off right now.

I should have known. Ronan’s not one to exaggerate or
outright lie.

A second later, a second text comes in:

Where’s yours?

I stifle my laugh, afraid of waking others up.

Not a chance.

Come on...

There’s no way in hell I’m sending a picture like that to
him, or anyone,
ever.

Good night.

At least let me see your face.

Chewing my bottom lip with indecision for all of three
seconds, I quickly hold my phone up in front of me and snap a picture of just
my face. Deciding it’s flattering enough, I send it.

Now leave me alone.

Perfect. Thank you.

You realize what he’s doing with that picture, Abbi.
Right?

Another wave of heat flushes between my legs. I flip to his picture
again, admiring his chiseled body—it rivals Connor’s, in my opinion—and his handsome
face. And his candor. There’s no confusion or head games with him.

Another text comes through:

Did that pic offend you?

I frown at his question. Now he’s worried about offending
me?

No.

Good.

Another picture follows ten seconds later.

I gasp at the hard dick that fills my phone screen, gripped
in his palm and smeared in cum.

All for you, babe. Night.

Oh my God
. I cover my mouth with my hand as I stare
at it in shock, my heartbeat pounding in my throat. He really wasn’t kidding.

And it’s turning me on.

I shut my phone off and set it on the ledge, wondering if I
should keep the image or delete it.

An hour later, still lying in bed with an uncomfortable buildup
between my thighs, I reach for my phone to study the two pictures. Settling on
the one with Ronan’s face, I slide my hand into my pajama bottoms.

Chapter Twenty-One

“How are you two feeling this morning?” Considering
neither of them showed up for breakfast, I’m guessing not well.

I hold out two black coffees. Connor texted me, asking me to
grab them for them. At least they showered before they got here, so they don’t
reek of stale beer.

Connor grins up at me from beneath the San Diego baseball
cap he’s donning today. “Fan-fucking-tastic. You?”

“I’m tired.”

Ronan shoots me a sly grin as he takes my cup, his fingers
grazing mine in the process. The ones he likely used to stroke himself with last
night, seeing as he’s right-handed. “Yeah. Sorry about that. Hope it didn’t
take you too long to get back to sleep.” He watches me through a sip of his
coffee as my face heats up.

Like he knows what I did.

“Okay. Listen up!” Darryl claps his hands, earning Connor’s
wince. “With this wedding ceremony tomorrow, we’ve got to change things up a
bit.”

I hear someone murmur, “Don’t do it, man. Run while you
can!” and a round of chuckles floats around the group.

“Alright, alright. Connor, you’re with Pegs and Brody on
tent set up.”

Connor groans but Darryl ignores him. “Abbi and Ronan, you
two do the weekly check on the Wolf Cabin, and then be back for landscaping
around the site. Abbi, you lead on the planters. These morons couldn’t make a
garden look good if their lives depended on it. The rest of you... the usual.”

Ronan and I together, and alone, all morning. It’s not the
first time, but after last night, after the tension that’s been brewing....

My gut tells me this isn’t a good idea.

The look on Ronan’s face says the exact same thing.

~ ~ ~

The air within the cab of our maintenance truck
hangs thick with unspoken words and undeclared intentions.

“No one’s stayed in this place for three years and they
still want us checking it week after week,” Ronan mutters, steering around the
worst of the potholes along the narrow path.

“It’s important to them.”
To him.
I keep a firm grip
on the door handle, my eyes ahead, waiting for that bend where the cabin
suddenly comes into view. I haven’t been back since the day we staged it, the
weekend of the grand opening ceremony.

The day Henry told me we
were
different. The last
time I felt him inside me.

“You’re doing it again.”

I glance over to find Ronan switching his glances between the
narrow road and me. “Doing what?”

“Disappearing into some deep, dark place where your face turns
all sad.”

Ronan is way too observant. “You should watch where you’re
driving. You know, in case of animals.”

That buys me about ten seconds of silence. And then he asks
so softly, “What did he do to you?”

Familiar hollowness blooms inside me. It’s not even eight in
the morning. I’m not sure I can face this. “He fooled me. He told me lies that
I believed, because I was stupid and naive.” I’ve never actually talked about
it with anyone. There’s no one to talk about it with.

“Do you miss him?”

I chuckle, though it’s not with humor. “I miss what I though
we had.”

He sighs. “Then maybe it’s time you move on.” He reaches
across the seat to give my knee a friendly squeeze before pulling back.

And, after all this time, it dawns on me. I can’t believe I
haven’t seen it before. Not in all these weeks, in the countless mundane,
pointless conversations. “What did she do to you?”

Ronan’s Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow. He doesn’t answer
right away, but I already know there is a she. “She decided she needed time and
space.”

“How long were you together for?”

“Four years. We broke up about three months before I came
here.” A little softer, he adds, “Her name is Tasha.”

I reach over to squeeze his knee, just as he did to me
moments ago, because it feels like the right thing to do. He’s still hurting
over her, that much is obvious. “So, now what?”

He sighs, then shrugs. “I give her what she asked for.”

“But you’re messing around with other girls.”

“She wanted the space, not me.”

“And what if she tells you she wants you back?”

“Then she gets this version of me.” His smile is weak and
unconvincing. “But I’m guessing we’re done.”

“But what if you’re not?”

“What am I going to do,
not
have sex with anyone
until I know for sure? Because I know she is.”

I swallow my pain. Just like I know Henry is sleeping with
other women. He basically promised as much.

“What do you want, Abbi?”

“I don’t know.” Some miraculous turn of events that makes
Henry not an asshole? That gives me a reason to forgive him for how he’s treated
me?

If that’s the case, then I haven’t really learned anything
at all from this experience.

I stare out the window, seeing the steep roof through the
trees. “To figure out how to let go, I guess.”

~ ~ ~

“All good down here. How about up there?” Ronan hollers from
the bottom of the steps.

“Just a sec!” A lightbulb in the back bedroom blew when I
flipped the switch and, according to Darryl, we’re supposed to make sure
everything
is in working order. I’ve had to take my boots off and climb onto the bed to reach
it. At least the beds have long since been stripped of their sheets from the
grand opening ceremony weekend.

I turn around to find Ronan leaning against the doorframe,
watching me intently.

“Okay. I think I’ve got it in.” I move to jump off the bed but
Ronan’s voice stops me. “Don’t.”

“What?”

He strolls in slowly, his gaze drifting over my body. “What
do you want, Abbi?”

He’s yanked us right back to the conversation in the car.

That’s the second time he’s asked me that. I wish I had a
good answer. “I don’t know. To feel good. To not hurt. To move on.” Those are
pretty basic things.

Strong hands grip my outer thighs as he stops just in front
of me, his head at waist level. “I can help you with that.”

“We need to get back to the hotel, Ronan. We can’t.” Suddenly,
this
is exactly what I want. Ronan, making me feel good. Making me
experience life again.

“There was a squirrel.”

I frown, a laugh threatening. “A squirrel?”

“Yes.” His hands begin sliding up and over my hips, his
fingers curling tight around my body, until they come to rest on the button at
my waist. “It was loose in the house, and we had to catch it.” His green eyes
lift to lock on mine.

And he pops the button to my pants.

I say nothing to stop him.

With a single finger, he pushes the zipper down, the tip of
it running along my panties, down, to stop just above my clit. “It took a while
to catch that fucking squirrel.”

Why am I not stopping him? This is about to go way too far.

He tugs on my pants until they’re sliding all the way down
to my ankles.

“We can’t do this in here,” I whisper. This is Henry’s
grandparents’ cabin.

He leans forward, his mouth landing between my legs. I feel
the heat, the slip of his tongue, even through the cotton of my panties. “Why
not? Do you think he cares?”

Henry doesn’t give a fuck about me.

Ronan looks up again and he must see the answer in my eyes.
His fingers coil around the sides of my panties and he pulls them down. My
t-shirt is long but it doesn’t cover me completely, and his mouth is
so
close.

My body begins reacting to him, a heavy pulse growing
between my legs, even though this is wrong and stupid on so many levels. “This
is going to make things weird between us.”

His rough, callused hands slide up the backs of my thighs to
land on my ass, squeezing almost to the point of pain, but not quite. “It
won’t. I promise it won’t. I won’t let it.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can. Take your shirt off.”

“You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

His sigh skates across the very tip of my clit. “You want me
to kiss you?”

“Isn’t that how all this should start?”

He pauses to look up at me through his penetrating eyes.
“Sure. I can kiss you.”

I’m about to step down from the bed when he leans forward. I
gasp as his tongue slides over my slit, wriggling in to touch my clit, swirling
around it.

I stop letting myself think—and worry—and just close my eyes
and feel as Ronan kisses me between my legs, his hands gripping my ass,
squeezing my flesh, pulling me closer to his mouth.

I watch him, eyes closed, mouth open, his tongue working away
at me, and I can tell he enjoys doing it without even having to ask.

When his eyes flash open, they’re darker and his pupils have
dilated. “Shirt off. Now,” he demands.

I peel off my t-shirt and unfasten my bra. My breasts fall
with heaviness, my nipples hard and sensitive. Ronan looks up, his mouth still
on me, and heat flares in his eyes. “Get your pants off and lie down.” Stepping
back to give me space, he yanks his t-shirt over his head and pulls out his
wallet to fish out a condom. He tosses it on the bed and then simply stands
there, watching me sit down to tug my pants and panties off around my ankles.
The bare mattress isn’t exactly comfortable, but I don’t really much care at
this point, because I’m now completely naked in front of Ronan.

And, oddly, not at all uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because I
know him so well. Maybe it’s because I somehow know he’s going to be satisfied
no matter what. Maybe because I’m doing this for me and not for him.

He unfastens his belt and pants, and pulls his hard dick out
to hold it in his hand as he stares without shame at my body. “Open up for me.”

My nerves are going wild as spread my legs apart, letting
him see all of me. And admire all of me, as he seems to be doing. “You’re so
fucking fresh and innocent.”

Henry used to say things like that to me.
I close my
eyes and push that aside.

But Ronan sees it. He always sees it. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s how he said he liked me,” I admit quietly. “But he didn’t
really want that after all.”

Henry doesn’t want me.

Ronan doesn’t answer for a long moment, his hand running up
and down his cock in long, languid strokes, his thumb skating over the tip with
each pass. With our gazes locked, he reaches over with his free hand to slide a
single finger along my slit. “So you don’t want to be fresh and innocent?”

I gasp at the intimacy of this, of Ronan, of that
soul-searing look, even when I know he’s having emotionless sex because he’s
still in love with another girl. I saw that same look the night I walked in on
him, only now its intensity is tenfold. “I want to be wanted.”

“You’re wanted. Look at me. Look at this.” He strokes
himself to make a point. “This happens every time I see you. That first day we
picked you up, to bring you here, I wanted to touch you. On the way home, your
legs straddled that gearshift and I had to fight not to slide my hand up your
skirt to touch you. Believe me, I want you. Connor wants you, too. We both want
you.” His gaze drops to rake over my chest, landing between my legs. “I like
you fresh and innocent.”

“I don’t want to be so innocent anymore.”

His mouth twists in thought. “You want to gain some real experience?”

I bite my bottom lip. And nod. A tiny bit afraid of what
Ronan’s idea of “experience” means, because I’ve already gathered that he’s
very
experienced.

A soft smile curls his lip. “Turn around.”

I remember how deep it felt from behind with Henry. I also
remember how exposed I was. But I do as asked, tensing slightly as Ronan comes
up behind me. I hear the soft slide of his pants, down past his knees. “Relax.
I’m not going to do anything to you that you won’t like.” His lips skate along
my neckline to place a kiss on my shoulder, making me shiver and drop my head
back against him. I gasp as his hands come around the sides to cup my breasts.
He pulls my entire body backward, closer to him, until I feel his erection
lined up as the top of my crack, a bead of moisture leaking from the tip.

I instinctively grind my ass against him.

“Do you know how perfect these are? Most women need to pay
for tits like these.” He alternates between gripping my entire breast, or as
much as his hands can manage, and rubbing my nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, squeezing them until almost just painful. Over and over again, a
repetitive stroking that I feel through my stomach and down between my legs.

Until I’m squeezing my thighs together against the ache.

“I can’t.... I need you to....” I don’t have to finish my
thoughts. He drops a hand down between my legs. I step farther apart to spread
myself, giving him access as he slides his index finger through my slit and
into me.

“That’s it.” Still, he clutches a breast with one hand while
his finger pumps in and out of me. I close my eyes and revel in how wet he’s
making me.

At some point I’ve reached up absently, gripping the back of
his head to give myself leverage as I grind my hips against him, working the
end of his cock into my wet spot.

“Wait.” He guides my knees onto the mattress with his, and
pushes on the space between my shoulders until, leaning forward, I’m on my
elbows, my face pressed against the mattress. I listen to him tear open the
condom wrapper. Moments later he’s pushing a finger inside me again, then two
fingers.

“I think you may have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he
murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that spot deep inside that
drives me wild and makes me drip with need.

Finally, he settles his cock at my entrance.

Is this really happening? Am I going to—

Ronan pushes himself into me with a moan. I close my eyes and
clear my mind, breathing through the delicious pain as his cock pushes deeper
into me with each thrust, only mildly aware of him dragging his wet fingers
along my crack, smoothing over my tight, puckered skin.