Free Lucy's Wolverine (Lilly Town Shifters) by Bobbie Palmer

Mike couldn’t get enough of Lucy. She was so soft and wonderful. Her breasts filled his hands just right, and her skin was so smooth. She was perfect. Now, if only the knocking would stop, then everything else would be perfect. He hoped they’d get the idea that they didn’t want to get out of bed and would just go away.
                  “Mike, we have to stop,” Lucy said, pushing at his shoulders.
                  “They’ll go away,” he said, leaning up and kissing her again.
                  “Lucy, it’s Bill. I came to check on Mike,” he yelled through the door.
                  “Yeah, I don’t think he’s going to go away,” she said, gently pushing him off her.
                  “I know,” he said with a groan and stood up.
                  “I’ll let him in; you just get some rest,” Lucy told him, putting her shirt back on. He nodded and climbed back in the bed. He hated being injured. Staying still wasn’t something he really liked doing for long periods of time. He just hoped he healed fast.
                  “Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Bill asked as he walked into the room.
                  “I was feeling really well before you showed up,” he said under his breath.
                  “Well you weren’t ready for that. Give it another day,” Bill said with a little laugh.
                  “Fine,” he said with a sigh.
                  “Are you in any pain?” he asked.
                  “A little bit,” Mike answered, pulling the blanket down so Bill could look at the wound.             
                  “Good.” Bill pulled the gospel and looked at his handiwork. The guy was good. Mike looked and it seemed that his stitches could come out.
                  “Am I free to go?” he asked.
                  “Give it another day.”
                  “Are you sure? I’m feeling much better.”
                  “Yes, the silver makes you heal a little slower. You can wait one more day,” Bill said with a smile.
                  “Killjoy,” Mike mumbled.
                  “Let me take the stitches out and you can go get some food. I brought you some clothes.”
                  “Thanks.”
                  Bill dug into the bag he’d brought with him and threw a pair of jeans and a shirt on the bed, then pulled out his medical bag. He pulled out scissors and tweezers and got to work on Mike’s stitches.
    ***
                  Lucy was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs when the phone rang. “Hello?”
                  “Hey, how’s it going?” Lexi asked.
                  “Good. How’s Manhattan?” she asked.
                  “It’s Manhattan. I wanted to check if you ever saw that Mike again.”
                  “Yeah I did.”
                  “And?” she asked. She sounded like she was waiting for some juicy gossip. No doubt she would be the one to tell her parents and well, everyone else who knew her.
                  “And he’s a really nice guy from what I’ve seen so far.”
                  “Have you jumped him yet?”
                  “Umm, well, we got interrupted,” Lucy said, her face becoming flushed with embarrassment.
                  “Please tell me no one walked in on you. Wait, how did you get interrupted? He doesn’t live with his mother or something, does he? You don’t want to be with a man who still lives with his mother. They tend to have serious problems.”
                  “Lexi, we were here and his friend came by to check on him. No, he didn’t see, but yes, he was at the door. And I honestly have no idea where he lives. He also