Hood’s woman. And, honestly, to know it was a drug making her achieve that little sexual success of orgasm, which she apparently was working up to a second--or was that third?--did nothing for my ego.
I let go of her, and put some distance between us. Rock hard, my cock needed readjusted in my pants. I said, “Fuck. If you’re with Hood, you have no business--”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” She reached down, lifted her coat and propped a leg on the closest chair.
No doubt about it. She was hot and ready. She pleasured herself--in about two seconds--while I watched.
I have never been the restrained type. I threw caution to the wind, too turned on by what she was doing. After all, my scent was on her already. I unzipped my pants, saying, “Fuck Hood,” and I stepped up.
Sliding into her lower folds was exquisite pleasure. I groaned, dipped my knees and pushed up into her, steadying myself by holding onto her hips. Knowing that Amber liked kissing, I went straight for that, too.
It didn’t take long.
To regret the act. When I exploded in her, to the feel of her inner muscles spasming--all I could do was hang on, and shudder into her with a few scooping thrusts.
We stood there, silently, me still inside her, for a minute, before she said, “Hood has cameras in every room.”
A self-deprecating laugh escaped my throat. “Figures.”
I released myself from her body, and looked down at my cock, full, and throbbing, a bubble of liquid sitting on the tip, white juice all over it. The smell of her rose up between us.
She corrected my thinking by saying, “Us. The smell of us.”
“Yeah.” I tucked myself back into my pants, and zipped up, feeling a little sick. It wasn’t like Hood didn’t already have a reason to be pissed at me--and mine.
Amber snagged a tissue from a nearby table and swabbed herself, saying with a chuckle, “What was that you said a minute ago?”
“What?” I watched what she was doing.
“Fuck Hood?”
What could I say? “Thanks for reminding us.”
Easily, she tossed the used tissues into a small wastebasket and said, “I say it all the time.”
I straightened my tie, and tucked my shirt. “Yeah, well, good for you.”
“I do it, too.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“Please don’t bring it up to Giselle again. That’s why I brought you in here.”
“Really.”
She checked her lab coat to make sure it was in order. “Really.”
“Why?”
“She has a thing for Hood. I mean, they have a thing for each other.”
“But he still--”
Amber cut me off. “It’s complicated.”
“It just got more complicated. I have a feeling that Hood won’t like what we just did. If anything, he’s a territorial bastard.”
“Relax.”
That was easier said than done.
“They’ll smell what we’ve done.”
That’s the thing about wolves. They can tell by one whiff what you’ve been up to, if it’s sexual--unless you’ve showered, and women--they gotta douche, and sometimes that’s not enough because the smell of a wolf gets up inside and--seeps out the pores or something. Just helps you to know who belongs to whom.
Of course, libido rules us. We fuck ourselves regularly. Pun intended.
Amber said, “I’ll be going with you.”
“Where?”
“To Missouri.”
“I’m not going to Missouri.”
She frowned. “I thought you were.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” To tell the truth, I thought she was a squirrelly bitch, right then.
“Hood wants me to keep an eye on the investigation.”
“Hood wants what?”
Chapter Four
Amber lifted her chin. “What?
I let go of her, and put some distance between us. Rock hard, my cock needed readjusted in my pants. I said, “Fuck. If you’re with Hood, you have no business--”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” She reached down, lifted her coat and propped a leg on the closest chair.
No doubt about it. She was hot and ready. She pleasured herself--in about two seconds--while I watched.
I have never been the restrained type. I threw caution to the wind, too turned on by what she was doing. After all, my scent was on her already. I unzipped my pants, saying, “Fuck Hood,” and I stepped up.
Sliding into her lower folds was exquisite pleasure. I groaned, dipped my knees and pushed up into her, steadying myself by holding onto her hips. Knowing that Amber liked kissing, I went straight for that, too.
It didn’t take long.
To regret the act. When I exploded in her, to the feel of her inner muscles spasming--all I could do was hang on, and shudder into her with a few scooping thrusts.
We stood there, silently, me still inside her, for a minute, before she said, “Hood has cameras in every room.”
A self-deprecating laugh escaped my throat. “Figures.”
I released myself from her body, and looked down at my cock, full, and throbbing, a bubble of liquid sitting on the tip, white juice all over it. The smell of her rose up between us.
She corrected my thinking by saying, “Us. The smell of us.”
“Yeah.” I tucked myself back into my pants, and zipped up, feeling a little sick. It wasn’t like Hood didn’t already have a reason to be pissed at me--and mine.
Amber snagged a tissue from a nearby table and swabbed herself, saying with a chuckle, “What was that you said a minute ago?”
“What?” I watched what she was doing.
“Fuck Hood?”
What could I say? “Thanks for reminding us.”
Easily, she tossed the used tissues into a small wastebasket and said, “I say it all the time.”
I straightened my tie, and tucked my shirt. “Yeah, well, good for you.”
“I do it, too.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“Please don’t bring it up to Giselle again. That’s why I brought you in here.”
“Really.”
She checked her lab coat to make sure it was in order. “Really.”
“Why?”
“She has a thing for Hood. I mean, they have a thing for each other.”
“But he still--”
Amber cut me off. “It’s complicated.”
“It just got more complicated. I have a feeling that Hood won’t like what we just did. If anything, he’s a territorial bastard.”
“Relax.”
That was easier said than done.
“They’ll smell what we’ve done.”
That’s the thing about wolves. They can tell by one whiff what you’ve been up to, if it’s sexual--unless you’ve showered, and women--they gotta douche, and sometimes that’s not enough because the smell of a wolf gets up inside and--seeps out the pores or something. Just helps you to know who belongs to whom.
Of course, libido rules us. We fuck ourselves regularly. Pun intended.
Amber said, “I’ll be going with you.”
“Where?”
“To Missouri.”
“I’m not going to Missouri.”
She frowned. “I thought you were.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” To tell the truth, I thought she was a squirrelly bitch, right then.
“Hood wants me to keep an eye on the investigation.”
“Hood wants what?”
Chapter Four
Amber lifted her chin. “What?
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