Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 27
“What about it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what about them? So what, you gain weight. What’s the problem?” He can’t be serious. When my mouth hangs open and I don’t say anything further, he shoves off the frame and walks over, pulling me into his arms.
“Size doesn’t mean shit for who you are, Krista. Don’t think you shouldn’t be proud of yourself or think highly of your own body. You look sexy as fuck to me in whatever you wear.” A sob lodges in my throat. Wolf just smirks, presses a kiss to my forehead and pulls away.
“What if your mom thinks I look like a slut?” I ask following behind him. Ester laughs from her spot on the bed, but I ignore her.
“You don’t look like a slut, so I think it’s fine,” Wolf adds as he grabs his phone and cigarettes stuffing them into his pockets.
“I mean it, Wolf!” I protest.
“Me too. You don’t look like a slut,” he says once more, sliding his cut up his arms.
“Well I sure as hell don’t look like Lauren,” I add. His movements halt. He turns to look at me and fuck, I know I said the wrong thing, but I can’t help but think that. She’s so put together. I’ve seen her in her fancy skirts and heels that match, the complete opposite of me.
“I wouldn’t want you to. You aren’t her. Get that shit through your head, darlin’.”
“I’m going to go home. Call me later, Krista,” Ester says making a quick exit. Bitch. She could have stayed and helped me out a little.
“I bet your mom thought she was gorgeous. Thought she was sophisticated and shit. Then there’s me,” I mumble. In seconds, Wolf has me bent over the bed spanking my ass. “What the hell?”
“I’m sick of you talkin’ down about yourself. Say it,” he hisses, another slap landing on my ass causing me to yelp.
“Say what?”
“Say you are beautiful the way you are,” he says, and I laugh. Another slap. “This is funny for you?”
“Stop, Wolf.”
“Say it, Krista. Say the fuckin’ words and I’ll stop.” I snort and that gets me another slap. My ass is burning from the intensity of his palm but damn him it feels good too.
“Stop, Wolf! I’m serious now,” I warn him just to get another one.
“Say it!” He roars.
“I’m beautiful the way I am!” I scream when I can’t take another hit. Wolf jerks me up and spins me quickly.
“Damn right you are.” His mouth claims mine in a heated kiss I wasn’t expecting. My body burns with need for him. His fingers flex against my hips and I almost whine into his mouth. As quickly as he kissed me, he pulls away and heads for the door.
“What the hell?” I ask standing here stunned.
“Lesson number one.”
“What?” What the hell is he talking about?
“Lesson one in the how Krista should act class. Every time you say somethin’ stupid I’m spankin’ your ass,” he says with a smirk on his face. Wolf walks out of the room as I chase behind him.
“There is nothing wrong with how I act,” I protest. Wolf just chuckles and keeps walking. “You didn’t have problem with me when I was sucking your dick!” I’m trying to get a rise of him, but it isn’t working. He ignores my comments and does some handshake thing with the other guys, pulling them in for a short hug.
“What was the problem with suckin’ dick?” Shaft asks. I flip him off, making him laugh as I follow behind Wolf.
“You going to answer me?” I get a little louder this time. Wolf stops walking and turns to face me now. Amusement flickers in those big blue eyes as he smiles down at me.
“You sucked my cock like a fuckin’ porn star, babe. I don’t have a problem with that, and you damn well know it. What I do have a problem with is how you view yourself. Your self-esteem is shit and I plan on fixin’ that.”
“Self-esteem? What the hell is wrong with hers?” Sly asks coming to stand next to us. Wolf shrugs and nods at me.
“I think I look like a slut in this,” I tell him. His eyes move over my body taking me in. A shiver races down my spine from the hungry look in his eyes. Wolf laughs having no doubt seen it.
“You look fuckin’ delicious is what you look like. Fuck, I’m hard already,” he says grabbing his cock through his jeans. Wolf shoots him a look but Sly doesn’t pull his eyes away from my body. It should make me feel good, but it doesn’t. Or does it?
“Keep your old ass cock in your jeans, brother,” Wolf tells him, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the clubhouse. He doesn’t walk toward the bikes which confuses me.
“What are you doing?”
“Takin’ the cage,” he says.
“Uh, why?” He looks at me over his shoulder and smiles.
“You can’t ride my cock on the bike.” My cheeks flush as he laughs. He knows what he’s doing to me.
“I mean it. I like riding the bike,” I whine a little.
“I know but Savannah gets upset that I can’t take her on it, so I take the truck to see her. She ain’t old enough yet to ride.” The heart of this man. A smile tugs across my face as he holds the door open to the truck. It’s not a normal truck either. Of course not, not with Wolf. It’s lifted so I have to jump to get in. When my feet hit the edge of the runner, Wolf slaps my ass a good one making me yelp before I climb in. He laughs the whole time