“Did you find anything out there?” I asked as Asher parked his Harley in the garage. We had left a few moments after we…well, we did what we weren’t supposed to. But it was like control was a foreign emotion when we were close to each other. Just until we weren't married, I had reminded myself, as he covered every inch of me with his strong, oh-so deliciously muscular body, when his lips had devoured me and his impressive length pounded the daylights out of me.
I gulped, a tremor running down my body, and I realized I still smelled of s*x and him. Disgusting as it was, we just somehow cleaned up and then left. And just like last time, there was a silent pact between us to not discuss what happened. It was just s*x. Nothing more.
It can’t be anything more.
“Yeah, we found wolf prints,
