Kate Douglas

Wolf Tales IV


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is so much I want to tell you, so many things you need to know. Right now, though…now, I need to make love to you again. I have to feel your body taking mine deep inside, feel your heart beating next to mine. I realize you don’t know me, that you don’t have the same emotions about this, but I feel as if I’ve waited for you my entire life.”

      Lisa touched the side of his face, ran her fingers over his closely cropped hair, then leaned close and kissed him. “I do understand, though. I feel the same way about you. It’s scary, really. Very scary stuff, but I can’t wait to know you better. To understand myself better. How long can you stay? Stay with me, Tinker. The bed’s almost big enough.”

      She laughed, looked at the queen-size bed that wasn’t nearly enough room for a man his size, then glanced back at Tinker. The look on his face went straight to her heart.

      “Are you sure? I mean…how do we explain me to your coworkers? Your boss.”

      Lisa thought about it a minute, tapping one finger against her jaw. The answer was obvious, though it definitely went against her sexual history. “You’re an old boyfriend, and I’m giving you a second chance. Does that work for you?”

      “I’ll make it work. Make love to me.”

      She laughed. Felt complete joy for the first time in forever. “That was a quick recovery.”

      He twisted her meaning and glanced down at his cock. It jutted out from its nest of silky black hair, as large and hard as it had been when he’d loved her only minutes ago. “I always recover quickly.” He grinned when he said it. Then he set Lisa aside, stood up, and reached for his pants. He dug in the pocket for a condom. “And I’m always prepared.”

      He stood there beside the chair looking cocky and self-assured with the foil packet in his hand. Lisa gave him a sideways glance, dropped to her knees, and grabbed him around the thick base of his erection before he realized her intentions. She threaded her fingers through the unusually silky curls at the base and looked up into his glittering eyes. “So am I, Mr. McClintock. So am I.”

      When she took him in her mouth, he groaned and reached for the wall for support. The thick muscles on the tops of his thighs jumped. Lisa heard the soft thunk of the wrapped condom hitting the floor as Tinker dropped it to weave the fingers of his free hand into her hair. It still felt surreal. The entire morning carried a dreamlike quality about it.

      She’d been shoveling roadkill into her pickup and now this.

      Of course, hadn’t her life always been a little off the wall? A bit on the edge? She glanced up and watched Tinker’s face for a moment while gently licking the soft underside of his glans. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back and pressed against the wall. Dark and perfectly formed against the light wood paneling, he looked like a god to her. His body so beautifully sculpted, his taste calling her, his masculine scent weaving its own perfect spell. She stroked his thigh, ran her fingers along the ridge of muscle that stretched across the top. She felt it jump beneath her touch and heard his soft groan.

      Perfect. A perfect stranger, but nothing had ever felt so right before. Lisa wrapped her tongue around Tinker McClintock’s perfect cock and decided to follow her destiny, whatever it was, wherever it decided to take her.

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