Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr Page B

nothing seems to come out. I can smell the
sickly sweet smell of his bitter beer, and the feel of his hands on
my arms. I struggle out of his hold, but it only gets tighter
around me. “No,” I cry, but he holds me down. “Please don’t,
please.”
     
    “Zoey, wake up. Come on, chéri , wake
up for me.” I blink open my eyes to find myself still in bed, with
Wolf hovering over me. It was a dream. The whole thing was a
dream.
    “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Catching my
breath, I can feel my body still shaking. It felt so real.
    “No, well yeah, kinda. But never you mind.
You okay?” His hand skirts up and moves a stay lock of hair out of
my face.
    “Yeah, sorry, bad dream.”
    “I can tell, you okay now?” He slowly rubs my
jaw with his thumb in a soothing manner. There are no lights on
inside the room, but the soft glow from the moon outside the window
allows me to see his face. He looks tired too.
    “Can you stay with me for a little bit? You
know, just until I fall asleep again.”
    “He really did spook you today, didn’t he?” I
nod; there is no need for answers.
    “Sure, roll over.” Confused, but I do it
anyway. I feel Wolf scoot behind me and wrap his arm around my
middle pulling me close to him.
    “Sleep, chéri , I got you.” He kisses
the top of my head, holding me tight. I calm my pounding heart and
even my breathing. The warm and protective feeling washes over me
and I let sleep come.

Chapter Twelve

     
Zoey
     
    Something is poking my back and I’m on the
other side of the bed. What the hell is happening? The sound of a
small sound of breathing reminds me I’m not alone. Shit, I slept
with Wolf, well not really anything but actually sleeping. But I
um, played with Hawk last night and I remember sleeping great, but
then the dreams came, and so did Wolf. I try to close my eyes and
enjoy the comfort Wolf is bringing me, but I can’t seem to go back
to sleep.
    “I know you’re awake, chéri, ” Wolf
says, tightening his hold on me, whispering in my ear. Suddenly my
grumpy-I-wanna-go-back-to-sleep mentality is gone and replaced with
something else. A need, a desire blooms inside and takes hold. I do
my best to try to calm down, but Wolf starts to nibble on my ear,
kissing down my neck. “You know you smell so good in the morning.
And taste even better.” To prove his point, I feel him lick the
side of my neck, right where my shoulder meets. Unable to hold back
a moan, I tilt my head giving him better access. However, as his
mouth starts to play with my neck, my jaw, my ear, his hand skirts
down and makes its way up and under my nightshirt.
    “I love that you’re braless. I want to see
them.” Trying to stop him, I am cut off by Wolf kissing me, pushing
is tongue into my mouth and I’m flat on my back, and my shirt is
bunched up. I wait to hear the comments about the rolls, or the way
my breasts aren’t as perky as someone smaller than me. His hand
skirts up and palms one breast, twisting and pulling my nipple,
lengthen as it pebbles under his touch. God, my body responds and I
am instantly wet. Wolf’s mouth leaves me and moves down to the
neglected breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moan softly,
or I hope was a feminine one and arch into his touch. No one other
than Hawk has made me feel like this. I don’t know what to do or
say, so I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling of his
worshiping my breasts, one by one. I’m panting with need and my
hands run down his arms and up to his back. I remember last night
he didn’t have anything on but his boxers when he came into his
room. My nails dig into his back and I hear him hiss.
    “Shit, you are wild cat, but damn if my cock
isn’t rock hard. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. I want
to fuck this tight little pussy and make you scream my name. Do you
want me, chéri ?” I look down at him while he starts to slip
a finger past my panties playing with my recently groomed mound.
The feeling is amazing, and I