Mercifully, the feast was over quickly and then they were back to running. GiGi was thankful she had kept up her running routine despite her rigorous restaurant schedule. Of course, all the marathon bedroom sessions had increased her stamina tenfold.
When they reached the edge of the woods, the pack dove into the lake. The water seemed to energize them all, and they tore back into the woods at full speed. When GiGi caught up with them, it was only because she was able to follow the sound of their howling. They were all together in the clearing again, the moon bright above their heads. They howled like that for what seemed like an hour. And then, eventually, they settled and made their beds for the night in the grass. Pen and Bobby’s wolf selves slept in a pile next to each other with some of the younger wolves. Vann kept his distance, then pawed the ground in a soft spot not far from his friends. He walked in a circle a few times and then fell in a heap. His ice-blue eyes beckoned her to come closer. As much as she was a little fearful of being around a pack of wolves with her eyes closed, she was exhausted from all the running. She didn’t love the idea of sleeping on the hard ground, but the huge gray wolf curled around her, and she relaxed into him. Before long, she was asleep.
She wondered why the panther clan did things so differently. They never took naps together after a hunt; instead, they played in the water, got clean, got dressed, and left. Efficient, controlled, and perfectly timed. The wolves behaved like they were raised by…well, each other.
Chapter Fourteen
Vann
He pulled his lover down on top of his lap, her favorite position.
Vann’s flight would leave in a few short hours, and they were both still naked.
Her tits even with his face, he cupped her breasts.
“It’s insane how perfect these are.” He kissed them. “So soft. Your skin is a blanket for my soul.”
“So corny,” she snickered, but when he suctioned one perfect peak into his mouth and flicked her nipple with his tongue, she forgot all about teasing him. She forgot almost everything she’d ever known, including her own name.
Vann smiled and traced kisses over her breasts as she moaned and rocked her hips into him.
“Take it out and look at it, Peaches. Look at what you do to me.”
She responded by unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans and reaching in, quickly freeing his cock.
“Hold it. I just want to memorize the feel of your hands on it.” Vann leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows, taking a deep breath and letting all the sensations wash over him. “We could stay like this all night. We could just stay like this, touching each other all damn night and I could not be happier. I am putty in your hands, darlin’.”
“Come here,” she said. She leaned in and kissed his neck. Her legs tightened around him, and he rose back up, his arms pulling her in closer. Their upper bodies were glued together. It felt like heaven, and he knew they were not going to be sitting here simply touching each other all night long.
She must have been feeling it too because she started making some different kinds of noises along with her moans. It got him more excited knowing he was about to nail her to kingdom come. No way could he leave home without one last boning.
Her hips rocked toward him with need, and he knew it was time. The gentle seating of her on his cock quickly escalated to slow, deep thrusting, which moved into lively bouncing, moaning, guttural panting, scratching (gentle this time), and a back-bending climax.
It ended sweetly with her wrapped in his arms, but yet…he had demands.
“I don’t want you touching yourself without me,” he said, kissing her mouth, feeling the heat in both of them begin to rebuild. “I want to be the last thing you feel before I leave and the first when I come back.”
“Wait, what does that mean?” She asked. “I can’t even masturbate while you’re gone. Can’t use my vibrator?”
Vann threaded his fingers through her hair. “I’m just asking you, whenever you miss me, call me. Call me so I can listen and we can do it together.”
With his hands in her hair, she had to work hard to hang on to rational thought. “Um…but aren’t you going to be like, 12 hours in the future, where you’re going? If I’m going to bed at night, you’ll be working.”
He looked at her with the confidence of, well, the confidence of a man who doesn’t think anything of ditching work to go jerk one off in the middle of the workday, and said, “Whenever, day or night, you call me.”
Chapter Fifteen
GiGi
The temporary separation nearly drove her mad.
She hesitated to take him up on his offer for phone sex, just because she knew she’d be taking him away from filming at any hour that she was actually awake and not at work.
Which led her to a surprising conclusion that she never could have anticipated. She should be a little more hands-off. She should give other people more responsibility. She should take more — many more — mental health days off from work.
Vann hadn’t asked her to quit her career; he would never do that. But she realized he was right. And oh, how she felt indignant when he was right.
And so, on one particular busy Sunday, she left in the middle of brunch. Giving her staff notice that she’d be gone the rest of the day, she decided to see how the place ran without her there to watch over every last grueling detail.
She even said no to family Sunday dinner at the DuChamp mansion, which she usually participated in every week following the brunch hour rush.
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