Hank’s POV
‘You know you want to; it’s been so long anyways. When’s the last time… oh, yah. That little bar outside of New Mexico.’ Gypsum teased, making me double down on my mental door to him.
The scent of June in this bed had me in knots, my pecker wanting a release from his cage. This is wrong. I chastised myself, feeling slightly awkward since June was sound asleep a few yards away. I couldn’t help it though, my wood growing stiff as Gypsum still hummed encouragement through our bond. Damned bastard of a wolf. I growled as I double checked June, making sure her breathing was still even and low.
I pulled my unmentionables to the side, letting my wood spring free as I grasped it in my hand, trying to keep my breathing even and low. Goddess, what I wouldn’t give to have Angelina right
