His Pumpkin (Book 1)

Wolf

Quinn POV

The cursing voice of my father stops me from stepping farther to our library. With my hand holding the knob of the door, I found my brother, cousin and uncle sitting on the couch. Boris tugs in his mouth a glass of red wine, while my uncle keeps on blowing the smoke he sips in the cigarette that pinned in his fingers, tense.

The color of my father worries me as he sits in his office chair with his fist over the table. Nerves in his neck are swelling in anger with his brows folding like the zigzag road.

“We need that USB! I can't believe I trusted this crazy asshole when he told me he destroyed it.” Dennis, my father, speaks with fury.

“The problem is, we don’t know where to start. That coward mammal doesn’t know how to fight and don’t get any hint who’s that attacker.” Fabian waves his hand in the air as he explains.

“This is what I’m telling now, if everyone just listens to me on my advice to ki…”

The words of Boris cut when the yell of my name erupts like a volcano in my brother’s mouth. My body shivers on unexpected shout while the other three pairs of eyes fly towards my spot.

“How many times I told you to knock on the door!” Aron scolds.

I’m freeze, unable to move my body. The anger in his face is digesting me. We’ve never been close, but he never raises his voice to me like this. Being my half-brother since he is the first child of my father before marrying my mother, I still consider him as my full pledge brother.

“I… just…” I stutter, voice can’t skip in my trembling lips.

“Enough Aron,” Dennis ceases him and turn his head to me, “what is it, princess?”

The harsh sigh of my brother surge, shakes his head and walk towards the window. He is like weather, sometimes he cares but most of the time cold. A gulp consumes my mouth before I let my steeling feet move and stop in front of my father.

His hand rose, plant his palm on my cheek as he caresses my skin. There is a spark in his eyes when he looks at me, for I’m the resemblance of my mother who passed away twelve years ago. The reason why he loves me a lot, adore and spoiled.

“I… I’m going with Emma tomorrow. I just want to inform you I’ll be late. Her driver will drop me home.” My voice is too low as I speak.

I lick my lips, and I hope he doesn’t notice my eyes that can’t look straight at him and choose to install on the floor. I am not good at lying and this is not my nature.

“I’ll let our driver pick you up at Emma’s house.”

“No, no, dad, no need.” I opposed, shake my hands for protest.

The line on his forehead deepens and stare at me with questioning eyes.

“W… we are going for malling, and her driver will stay with us. You don’t have to worry.”

A convincing smile plant in my lips, remove the doubt in his thought. With my eyes trying its very best to focus on his pupils, the hard thumping of my heart continues.

“Okay.”

The approval almost breaks my cage as a breath of relief burst in my mouth, jump my hands over his shoulder, jam a fast kiss on his cheek before turning around and run towards the open door.

“Thanks, dad!” My joyful yell covers the room while I’m leaving.

“Spoiling her again.”

The irritated voice of Aron reaches my ears as I closed the door. Emma, who’s standing outside excitedly grab my arm with her eyes fixed on my face and waits for my mouth to open. But instead of my lips, my two thumbs rise, confirm the answer of my father.

Her lively scream burst, body dance like a worm pour with salt. My eyes widen, jerk my palm on her lips, block the thunderous sound of her voice as I pull her far from our library and step upstairs towards my room.

“My god, my father will suspect me on your reaction,” I speak while closing the door.

“I’m sorry, you know that your father loves to guard you all the time, so I’m a bit nervous.” She explains in a giggle and hops on my bed.

The full set of her teeth are exhibiting when she smiles broadly while I’m walking toward her. Her hands are waving, asking for something that leads me to snigger while sitting beside her.

“What’s that for?” I ask.

“What do you mean what’s that for? You’re using me to your dad, so you need to tell me all the details.”

A smile is expanding in her lips while laying in the bed her front body. As she takes one pillow, she presses her both elbows in it, cupped her chin and stare at me like waiting for a fairy-tale story. My eyes roll and rest my back at the headboard.

“You know what my Wolf said? It’s not a secret anymore when more than two people know.”

The tiny eyes of her sum up, jaw drops thinking she will not get any update on me. In her funny reaction, my skin blush due to excessive laugh. She is crazy, always believing in whatever I say. But what’s new, she knows I’m not good at lying.

“Hey, that’s unfair! I will tell your father that you are going for a date with your mysterious boyfriend tomorrow and not with me.”

The loud voice of her forms me to pat her arm, place my pointer finger between my lips, sign her to lower her voice. She gradually plugs her palm to her mouth, covers it, giggles with her shoulder shaking. Her skin is white that you can easily know when she is blushing. Emma's small figure makes her opposite of my looks.

“Anyway, why calling her Wolf, Quinn?”

“He said his mom used to call him that name when he is a child. He thinks maybe because he’s too playful, naughty, and energetic. And I almost melt when he confesses that it is only me who's giving him that label beside her mom.” I said with a smile crept on my lips.

“And I saw it also yesterday in his chest. Wolf tattoo.” I added.

“Is he big?”

The air grew thick, my cheeks infused with the color of rose petals in her sudden question and burn my full face unto the neck. Emma's beautiful laugh emerges, fill the room with her wonderful sound, makes me take one pillow and bang to her side.

“OMG, Quinn, we’re both not virgin anymore, don’t tell me you still shy to talk about this?” She teases me.

I can still feel the heat growing in my cheeks when I cross both arms over my chest.

“It’s just that you’re asking too private,” I explain.

“Hey, you know what’s the size of my Andie.” She defends.

“I never ask, your big mouth reveal it.”

“Because its something I am not proud of.”

A crashing noise that comes from our mouth follows, eyes loaded with tears with our body vibrating. Her hand tapping on the mattress, releasing all her energy. My head is shaking as we stop, and she returns her previous position before diving her eyes back to me.

“Come on, tell me.” She insists.

“I… I’m not sure. At first, I thought I will break into two… but he is good.” Biting my lower lip, rosiness is still intact in my light brown skin.

“Oh my, he is huge then. You’re so lucky.” She giggles.

Her comments lead my fingers to pinch her nose, but her chuckle never disappears.

“That’s why I loved an older guy, they are well-experienced. Not like my Andie, he just stabs and stabs his cute sausage on our first s*x. Glad it’s not that huge to break me into two.”

We melt into a puddle of guffaw, the stomach is shaking as I grip on the wooden bedpost to stop my body from falling.

“You’re crazy,” I said as I fight a new squall of giggles.

“But I love him,” she winks, “and he is learning.”

“Yet you have to admit, its heaven, right?” She added, close and open her lids persistently.

With my lips pinned so tight in arresting a howl, my head nod. We almost choke when we convulsed with laughter. The air-con in my room is in high temperature, but my armpit starts to sweat in our naughty conversation.

“It’s like something is tickling you inside.” She said between her giggles.

“Like you want to pee but you’re not.” I’m too game to react now.

“It’s like your stretching, full…” Emma continues.

“By warm cucumber.” I fill-in with our shoulder shaking.

“And the best part is when he digs so fast!” Emma points her finger to me with a trembling frame.

“Then feel it throbbing and pulsating inside,” I answer.

The edge of our lips almost reaches our ears in a wide smile. Facing each other, our fingers clamp together, fist to fist while kneeling in the mattress.

“Become harder and harder,” we chorus, “until you feel multiple spurts!”

Our bodies mold a great judder motion, both frames drop in the bed with the muscle of our face grew tight and the laugh like a whistling train conquer my whole room.