His eyes flashed at the gloating in her expression, and he retaliated with his own seeking hands.
He went to the front of her panties with one hand and the back with the other. Wolf’s fingers became all she could focus on. He filled her in every place that would make her knees weak. The rubbing, mixed with the pumping of his knowledgeable fingers, was like riding a rocket to her orgasm.
She was losing balance. He bent down and bit her nipple as he found her clit again and again and applied the perfect pressure that made it feel like she was on the edge of pain.
He added more fingers so that she had so many inside. More than she could take, almost. He was just getting her ready.
When he went to his knees and put his mouth directly on her, she shouted.
He hummed and licked and sucked until she had to put her hands on his shoulders to stay upright.
“I can’t… I can’t…”
She couldn’t articulate that she was going to fall. Everything inside her was on an edge that he owned. He understood, and for that she was grateful. He nudged her backwards and helped her stay steady until she was backed up to his bed.
He stood and took away all her favorite toys, which happened to be his hands, and used them to toss her in the center of the bed.
After pulling off her panties and wrestling her out of her bra, he had to hold her down so she would stop trying to rush him to make him be inside her, or so that she could put her mouth on him instead.
“Stop. Your pussy is my favorite meal.”
She couldn’t argue with logic like that, so she waited with wild anticipation for him to return to her.
Then he was between her legs, inserting his fingers and being creative with his lips and tongue. She would take breaks from the white only he made her see to catch sight of him. His back muscles working, his sharp jaw running against her thigh, his fingers moving in and out of her.
She was so close; the release was going to possibly stop her heart because it was building in her chest with the same ferocity as it was between her legs.
She pushed him away-- surprised at her own strength.
“I want to come on your dick.” Hazel swirled her hips while he watched. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned.
“Oh fuck.”
Wolf spoke against her lips. “I need to put on a condom.”
He reached past her to the nightstand drawer and pulled out the recognizable package for his package. He kneeled so he could slide it on, and she felt another spark of lust as she watched him touch himself.
Wolf moved closer and closer until he was lined up. When he was finally sliding in, she matched him, not letting him choose a slower pace.
Hazel knew they only had a small window of actual screwing because they were both close. She raised her hips to meet him and every time he topped out inside her, he hit a perfect spot that was dragging a new level of orgasm out of her.
He pulled out when she was this close, and she was actually angry when he denied her his dick.
Wolf growled and went back into his nightstand. He grabbed two nipple clamps.
“Ever used these?”
“No. But I want to use whatever you want to use.”
He had pinched her nipple enough that he could adjust the clamp to his liking. She yipped. The dastardly grin on his face made her overact to the next clamp a bit.
Wolf was grinding in her. He was a goddamned genius. He thumbed her clit over and over and over while hitting that delicious spot. The clips were the most beautiful horrible.
She was grinding hard against him, begging him to make it happen, whatever it was going to be.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and she did as he directed. He never stopped on her clit as he released the clamps, the rush of blood to both of her nipples brought her orgasm through her like a hurricane in a tornado.
She certainly came on his dick. While she was in the throes of her own personal resurrection, she felt him tense and watched as the veins in his arms thickened.
He came hard, continuing thrust after thrust as she wrapped her ankles around his ass so she could squeeze every last bit of lust out of him.
He collapsed on top of her, and she hugged him, kissing his forehead. “Thank you so much.”
“No, thank you.” Wolf adjusted her so she was on his biceps, and that was the last thing she remembered before they fell asleep together.
Chapter 32
Weddings
There were four condoms in the trash in his room and a pile of wet towels. For Wolf the rest of the day was flashes.
Hazel naked, laughing at a joke he’d told.
Hazel wet and soapy, pressed against his shower door.
Hazel on her hands and knees, tossing her hair over her shoulder to look back at him.
It was glorious. They eventually realized they had to eat. Come up for air. He’d put his pants on to make her eggs and toast. And like an angel from heaven, she’d stayed naked for the whole process.
She ate at his kitchen island. It might have been dinnertime. It didn’t matter. She was with him.
Their phones alerted them to a ton of missed notifications.
She walked their plates to the sink, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“You’re the best man and I’m the maid of honor in a wedding next week. We may have to check our phones.” She wiggled her cute ass over to the couch, and he couldn’t help but stop her with his hands on her breasts, pulling her to his chest as he trapped her.
“Again? Already?” She didn’t sound disappointed.
When he bent her over the arm of the couch, he had the awe-inspiring view of her glorious ass, and she was ready for him. He made sure she had the imprint of the couch material on her skin after he thrust into her over and over.
Then he let her look at her phone. “Uh. Claire is freaking out.” She laughed a little and patted the seat next to her on the couch.
She turned the camera to face them and snapped a selfie of them with their heads together.
He watched as she typed.
Be there soon. Ran into a Wolf. Naked.
He kissed her cheek and then decided her ears were his favorite curl ever.
Claire’s response came quickly.
Get it, girl.
After some back and forth, Hazel promised to meet Claire in Fancy Pants at 6:30 p.m. Which was in about an hour. She sent a message that Wolf was coming with them, so Claire told them to ignore the messages from Chance. They were due to pick up the suits, as well.
Wolf didn’t want to leave. Stepping back into the world gave them responsibilities and time apart. Here they were in the bubble of being in love, and he was addicted to it already.
Chance was smart. He’d figured out immediately what it had taken Wolf six weeks to learn. Never give up on love.
It was going to be okay, he was sure of it. No matter the trials the travel schedule put on them, Wolf knew that he and Hazel would be together in the future. His sister had put her seal of approval on the relationship all those years ago.
Together they got dressed and gathered her things. They took a cab over to the shop and were immediately razzed for being late and being together.
Peter looked disappointed, and that just made Wolf want to nail Hazel one more time in front of him. But that wasn’t the way it was going to go. Chance had gotten him on the side to confirm that Scott was happily dating his deserving match. Wolf shared a handshake with Chance as he pictured Scott with the girl who had such a similar, dickheaded energy spiraling into the relationship they both deserved.
When Claire and Hazel had left the guys to go to their part of the store for one final fitting, Peter sidled up to Wolf.
“So I’ve been hearing rumors about getting to date clients. Hazel change that for you?” The tall guy folded himself into a plush chair.
“Maybe,” Wolf answered. He wanted to protect how strong his feelings for Hazel were right now. “But the important part is that if I c
an find your redheaded ass a match, you’ll be allowed to try and date her. Remember, I can’t work miracles.”
The truth was that Peter wouldn’t need any miracles to seal the deal when he was ready. But he liked to tease the guy.
The suits fit, and the dressing rooms had been reinforced with actual wood, so Wolf’s own wood was sad. He smiled when he heard Hazel tap on the other side as his phone pinged with a message from her.
I’m sad about this new wall.
My dick is also sad.
He silently thanked the world when a topless picture of Hazel came through on his phone.
Let the sexting begin…
XOXOXOXO
On the wedding day, the ceremony between Chance and Claire was very personal. Wolf watched Hazel’s eyes soften at the officiant’s time-honored words. It was crazy that they’d simply had to let it happen. The love they felt. When they were able to stop sabotaging themselves, the future had been already laid out.
The night went on and Wolf got to have a short dance with the bride before spending the rest of the night with Hazel.
He wanted to spoil her and buy her jewelry, but nothing could shine brighter than the happiness on her face.
Booty Camp had claimed its latest success story, and Hazel and Wolf were well on their way to being another one.
They danced to the soft music long after everyone had seen Claire and Chance off on their honeymoon.
Wolf rested his cheek on her hair while Hazel hummed. “What’re you thinking about?”
He felt her warm exhale on the side of his neck. “Your mom and grandma.”
Wolf backed up a smidge to look at her face with curiosity. “Why is that?”
“Last night on FaceTime, they seemed so happy. I think we need to pay them a real visit. It must be hard for them, thinking all this time you might not have a partner in life because of a talent they passed on to you.” Hazel put her hand on his cheek and gave him a soft expression.
In his office weeks ago, Claire had told him that being loved by Hazel was life-altering. How right she was. Hazel loved him with her whole being. She thought about him, touched him and cuddled him in such a tender yet strong way that he was excited about their future. Both his mom and grandma had signed the email to him right after the FaceTime session had ended. They wrote that Hazel was his perfect match. The best one they had ever seen.
He turned his head so he could place a kiss on her palm before responding, “I never thought of it that way. I know it would concern me with any kid we have.”
She dropped her gaze at his mention of their future child while her smile added rose to her cheeks.
His forever was in front of him. His energy and hers would create a beautiful bundle between them. And this would be his view of her as she looked down at their someday-baby.
“God, I’m so in love with you.” He murmured.
She stopped dancing to hold his face and kiss him before telling him, “We’re really going to be okay.”
Wolf accepted this. He was 110% satisfied that they would be.
The End
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Chapter 1
Keep Cold!
Dove clutched her second prescription in one week to her chest as she approached the pharmacy counter in Save-Mart. She hated getting any embarrassing drug filled. Specifically, medicines required for parts of her body below her belly button and above her knees.
She even tried ordering personal items online. Her tampons and maxi pads had arrived in a covert brown box on her doorstep. She didn’t even have to look at the UPS deliveryman. Dove had peeked from behind the curtains in her apartment and waited until he was gone before she picked up the package. But her period was unpredictable and she was forgetful, so she had to do the period walk of shame damn near every month. Chocolate, something salty, and a box of hag rags gave her away to any cashier.
Her first UTI had snuck up on her like a hairy little kitten. She never got urinary tract infections, but when she wound up crying from the burning sensation while peeing, she made an appointment with her decidedly female general practitioner. Dove filled her prescription for antibiotics at her friendly Save-Mart pharmacy, comfortingly staffed by discreet ladies. Dove vaguely remembered commenting on her pharmacist’s large belly. Mrs. Pills should be about eight and a half months pregnant as of right now.
When Dove found herself battling a yeast infection due to the powerful antibiotics, she had to make a return trip to her doctor and picked up her current prescription. Now, as she got to the Save-Mart Pharmacy counter again, she waited patiently. She didn’t see Mrs. Pills. From the conversation Dove overheard between the woman’s assistants, she was now both a pharmacist and a happy mom to a healthy baby girl.
Dove didn’t notice the gentleman tucking purple and white bags into uniform alphabetic rows until he noticed her first. She had no time to run with her prescription clearly in view. He unfurled his large frame and his handsome smile at the same time.
Oh crap, kill me. Someone kill me dead. A lot.
“Hello. Dropping off?”
His voice should have been counting down the hits on some radio station. His green eyes flashed with friendliness and maybe a bit of flirtation. Dove swallowed hard and nodded.
After an awkward pause, Mr. Fitzwell, as his nametag claimed, reached between her breasts to pluck the paper from her clenched hands. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow—possibly at her bizarre behavior—and smoothed the paper on the laminate counter. Dove wanted to crap her pants when he announced the name of her drug way louder than Mrs. Pills would ever mention a lady prescription.
“Gynazule®?”
Anything with the sound “gyn” in it would perk up people’s ears. Dove looked over her shoulder. What looked to be an entire football team of boys was gathered around a grandmotherly lady. They were obviously showing her their support in great testosterone-filled numbers. Dove was sure the woman’s problem was a lot more devastating than her own.
All eyes were trained on Dove. She tried to curl her body into itself and turned back to Mr. Gorgeous McLoudypants.
Dove whispered quietly, “Yes, that’s it. Thank you.”
Mr. Fitzwell leaned closer to hear her. “Okay.” He seemed to want to engage in some more conversation. “Have you ever used it before? Because it’s a little bit different than your regular VAGINAL cream.” His voice just carried; it was like he couldn’t stop it if he tried.
Dove let her hands grab one another for support. If she didn’t have a wall of teenage meat behind her, she would’ve run. She wasn’t exactly sure because her heart was pumping loudly in her ears, but she thought the supportive boys behind her were snickering.
“No, I… haven’t used it before.” Dove wondered if she could fit in her own purse.
He obviously was quite proud of his extensive knowledge
of pharmaceutical products. He decided to spout the difference between “traditional” yeast infection creams and GYNAZULE®.
“You see it’s administered with one dose in an APPLICATOR. It’s unique because it contains adhesive that will stick to your VAGINAL WALLS, as opposed to running DOWN YOUR LEGS. I think it’s called VAGI-GRAB®. But let me check.” Mr. Fitzwell ignored the large crowd and clicked away on his computer.
Don’t check. Good fucks out loud. DON’T check!
Dove thought the blush she felt on her cheeks might actually give her sunburn. She tried to be savvy. She wanted to be an empowered woman who tossed tampons around like confetti to just anyone, but she wasn’t. She could always try.
“Yup. That’s it. VAGI-GRAB®. So, Ms. Glitch, any questions?” He turned his interested, trying-to-be helpful, sexy eyes back to her red, red face.
Dove’s voice got quieter as she tried to think of something—anything—to ask. “Um. Is it unscented?”
Mr. Fitzwell squinted as if he could turn up her volume by making his eyes smaller. “I’m not sure. Are you allergic to any types of VAGINAL medicines?”
Dove’s mouth talking before her head could shut her up. “Uh… I need to use very gentle soaps because I have sensitive… parts.” Her voice was getting higher and higher.
Mr. Fitzwell looked as professional as a brain surgeon. He clearly wanted her to have the correct information. There were definitely stifled chuckles behind her now. Dove was pretty sure her ass was blushing as well. The crack was sweating all on its own, like it was on a super high diving board about to jump.
“Okay, Ms. Glitch GYNAZULE® is not a soap. It will not work if you put it in and then rinse it off in the shower.” He patted the prescription paper to emphasize his words.