Noah Everett
I hate Monday-Friday 8-3, because my mate is still in school, and I can't be around him. If it was up to my wolf, we would be with Branson 24/7. It's become unhealthy, and distracting.
A couple days ago I went to Brans to talk to him about our newfound relationship. And to my surprise there were s*x toys on his bed. I didn't plan to do anything s****l with him, but after I saw them I had to try them.
We love pushing each other, and I love pushing his limits sexually even more. He won't back down, and I won't, which can create a lovely storm.
The only reason he stopped three times is because his body physically gave up. But I have a feeling it is just the beginning.
Fuck.
I did it again.
Distracted.
"Noah" my dads voice snapped, and I looked up at him.
"Huh?"
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