Wolf's Call (Wolves Next Door #2) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,15

just like you got Gabby. It won't be perfect, and I'm ok with that. It's still worth it, and the only word for this feeling? It's love, even if you're not there yet. I definitely am. From that very first moment I touched you, I have loved you, and it's never going to go away."

I was smiling, and I couldn't quite stop it. "I'm kinda ok with that, Lane. No. I think I like it."

"Good," he said softly. "And you can think of even more questions while we eat, but I think the steak is pretty much done."

"No." I pointed at one. "Can you make that one stop bleeding, please? Medium at least, but medium-well is even better."

"Waste of a good steak," he teased, but he put it back on the pan to cook a little longer.

CHAPTER 5

While Elena was doing her final check on Gabby, I hopped in her shower. I'd been working all day and didn't want a single reason for her not to press up against me. Considering how much time I'd spent at her house for the last month or so, this was starting to become a nightly routine. And so was the hard-on I got every single time I smelled her shampoo.

I couldn't help myself. Knowing she was in the other room, hearing her voice muffled by the walls, I squirted a little of that strawberry stuff into my palm and reached down. It was slick, the water was warm, and everything in here smelled like her. Letting my eyes close, I pumped my fist over my dick and imagined the hand was hers. Or her mouth. That beautiful, sensual woman on her knees, with her lips stretching around me. Yeah, that was my fantasy.

Slowly, I stroked myself, taking my time about it. Oh, I'd be so gentle with her. I'd let her take control. I'd watch as her mouth slid down toward my balls, fondling them myself, and then back up to my dick. Her little tongue teasing the head, the grip of her mouth as she worked me. Damn, but she'd be amazing. Hearing her moans, feeling them on the skin of my dick? Oh, I couldn't imagine anything better.

Then I realized that the voices were quiet. A second later, the door to the bathroom creaked as it was pushed a little further open. I heard the sound of her bare feet on the tile, and my hand stopped. Every instinct screamed for me to pull my hand away quickly, but the door to the shower was frosted glass. She could see me, or at least my shape.

"I know you're there," I said, keeping my voice low.

First came the sound of cloth. Then a little more, but Elena didn't answer me. Instead, she opened the door, and her eyes immediately dropped to my sudsy and very hard dick. A little smile curled her lips as she slipped in behind me, proving there was just enough room for both of us. Then her hands slid up the wet skin along my back.

"You didn't have to stop," she whispered.

"I was, uh..." I laughed once, ashamed to have been caught. "Sorry. I just didn't want to be awkward later."

"Mm." So she reached her arm around my hip until her fingers slid around my balls. "Pretty sure this doesn't count as risky behavior, though."

Fuck, but that felt good. She cupped my balls and teased them until they were rock hard. My pulse was throbbing through my dick, and I couldn't hold back the moan in my throat. Then she moved a little closer, her bare breasts crushed against my back, and I could feel the smooth skin of her hip.

"You're driving me crazy, woman," I grumbled.

Elena moved her hand higher, grasping me right at the base. "And you still aren't stroking it." So she did.

My knees damned near buckled. Her hands were so perfectly smooth. Her fingers only barely fit around my girth, not quite meeting on the other side. Her grip was so light, and I wanted more. Thrusting an arm out, I braced against the side of the shower stall and moved my other hand to cover hers. Gently, I squeezed, and her fingers tightened slightly. Perfectly. Then I pushed her hand back down.

"Fuck, Elena," I panted.

"One day," she whispered against my back, "I won't have to say no. One day, I'll feel you again, Lane."

And she pumped me, working a little faster. I let her set the tempo, but I wouldn't let go. I