Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
It was big, not just a small tattoo of a raven on his body.
No, this one looked so real, so lifelike and big, that if you were standing far away, it could literally pass as a real-life raven.
The beak and neck of the raven stretched from Wolf’s muscled shoulder all the way down to right above his collarbone. One side of the wings of the raven went down underneath the raven’s head, cutting across his chest and coming to a stop right between his nipples, while the other wing flared down the length of his back. The raven’s tail and feet ran down the length of his arm and stopped right around where his bicep started.
It was very intricate and well done, and oh so beautiful.
Hauntingly so.
“Let me see yours again,” Wolf said. “All of it.”
I presented him my back and lifted my shirt up to rest at the top of my neck, pulling one arm out of the sleeve to give him full access.
The next thing to go was the bra, which Wolf oh so helpfully unlatched for me.
I barely caught the cups from dislodging my breasts in time.
The mirror on my closet door showed his mirth at the near slip, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Rude.”
He grinned and I lost his eyes as they took in every last inch of my tattoo.
I knew what he was looking at.
I was surprised myself at how beautiful it was.
And big.
It was most definitely big. Realllly big.
The thing about the tattoo that I loved the most, though, were the eyes.
They were Wolf’s eyes.
I wasn’t sure if he noticed that, but it was the one thing that I adored most about the entire piece.
I hadn’t got it because of Wolf specifically. It was more as a dedication to him, though. A dedication to myself and a release from the shitty life I’d lived.
Wolf was my starting over point. From the moment he set me free, I started a new life. One where I intended to live it, not caring what or who I pissed off to make sure I lived it the way I wanted to live it.
I was a lone wolf. I only had me to count on.
Or, at the time I got the tattoo, that’d been my reasoning behind getting it.
My ‘official’ reason, anyway.
I’d be lying to myself if I said Wolf didn’t play a bigger part in the decision to get this particular tattoo, though.
“It has my eyes.”
My lids dropped and I breathed out before inhaling deeply.
“It was a reminder.”
I heard him chuckle behind his back, and just when he was about to say something, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.
“Hello?” Wolf answered gruffly. “You’re kidding me, right? At the fucking Dairy Queen on Fourth?”
I strapped my bra closed and pulled my t-shirt back to rights before turning around and surveying the man behind me.
His hair was mussed from sleep, and his beard was poofier than usual, making me reach forward almost on autopilot to smooth it down.
He grinned at the feel of my hand on his beard, and I couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation that poured through me at feeling something so intimate on Wolf’s body.
If I could make his beard into my lucky rabbit’s foot and hang it from my keychain, you wouldn’t find my hand empty with all the good luck rubbing I’d be doing.
Alas, that wasn’t possible, and he pulled away from me only to pull me snugly into his body.
“I have to go,” he informed me like I hadn’t just heard his phone call that I’d garnered just as much from. “A man I’ve been looking for is eating breakfast at the Dairy Queen two towns over. Be safe, and don’t leave without…”
I held up my hand.
“You don’t have to repeat yourself that many times. I heard you the first time,” I crossed my arms over my chest.
Wolf’s eyes followed my movement, and his gaze lingered on my chest for a long moment before he nodded once, then proceeded to walk out of the door.
I could do nothing but shake my head at his abrupt departure.
With nothing else left to do, and an itching need to get the hell out of my apartment that still smelled like Wolf, I grabbed my boots, shoved my feet into them without socks, and called Marky Mark to me.
“You’ll have to go to work with me today, buddy. I’m sure that’s okay with you, right?” I asked my best buddy.
Marky Mark looked up at me with dark gray eyes, and I smiled.
“Yeah, I thought so.”
Chapter 8
Every man has a bad boy in him. It all depends on whether or not there’s been a reason for the bad boy to be awakened in him.
-Fact of life
Wolf
“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me,” I growled, pushing at the two fuckers that were trying to beat me senseless. “Get off me!”