Trouble

Ch 46: Oliver

Vega POV:

I sighed into my mug, thinking back to my date from a few days ago.

It was fun even though Wulf had dragged my friends into the middle of it.

And the steamy makeout session after...perfection.

I'm seriously in love with the soft leather seats of his car and the way he squeezes my ass and teases my thighs when I bite at that sweet spot on his neck.

I love when I have Wulfie struggling to keep his control. I know its wrong to play with fire, but there is something ridiculously hot about being able to take control of Beowulf.

And he doesn't seem to mind, sex is a primal thing after all, he's content to let whatever happens happen so long as it feels good.

And damn does it feel good.

Although he stayed true to his promise to return me home with my panties still on he never intended to let me stay for lack of a better word, dry. 

some crazy tactic of his to keep me coming back I was sure.

Sitting alone in this house with an aching need humming through my veins wasn't all that fun but he was coming to me this time.

He hasn't been the first to call in a while. Always much to content to wait for me to stop by and sate him.

Nope this time he's asking for it. and daddy was at work while we had school off today so if I really needed to, I could fix it myself.

Although I would rather Wulf do it for me.

He was better at.

Still my fingers slid over my bare thigh, playing with the hem of my shorts.

Well...it is almost noon...and its not like I wouldn't be willing to let him play if he decided he wants to...I have needs.

I was about to toss any reluctance out the window and dedicate the next hour to worshiping myself in my bathtub when the god forsaken doorbell rang.

If it was Wulf we were moving to his bathtub.

I hope its Wulf.

Who else would it be? Franny and Abe always call and like no one else visits me.

I ruffled my hair and unfastened a few buttons on my shirt. Hooray for cleavage because otherwise my casual clothes could never be sexy.

Plastering a sly 'I totally won smile on my face' I waltzed over to the door and Swung it open, "Wu- Oliver?" 

My Jaw dropped.

He was handsome as ever with his perfectly short brown hair and warm blue eyes. He was still taller than me, not as tall as Wulf but taller still. 

He didn't gain anymore of those smile lines since I left but he was only 29 so it wasn't expected.

He smiled sweetly, "Hey Vega."

I don't know why but the first thing I blurted out was, "happy belated birthday."

He chuckled a bit ruffling my hair, "you remembered."

Of course I did. "uh. yeah...what are you doing here."

That pearly white smile fell, "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"You could have called. I mean its great to see you but a phone call would have been nice."

"seeing a patient after therapy isn't allowed where I work remember?"