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Wolfe’s breathing changes, but the smug bastard still manages to smile.

“And what’s that?”

I sink my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to pull a low sound from him.

“You,” I say against his skin. “You’re what I bloody want.”

My free hand moves between us, stripping away the last bit of distance while I keep him held firmly against the tree. Wolfe shifts back into me without hesitation, testing my grip like he wants to see whether I’ll tighten it.

I do.

“Don’t start acting shy now,” I murmur against his mouth. “Not after months of looking at me like you wanted this.”

“Was wondering when you’d notice.”

“Cheeky prick.”

“You like me that way.”

“Right now, mate, I like you exactly where you are.”

His grin brushes my lips. “Then stop talking and do something.”

I tighten my grip and lean into his ear. “You wanted me to stop running. Now you get to deal with me when I don’t.”

“About time.”

Smug bastard.

I spin him around and press his back against the palm tree, kissing him hard while my hands move to his waistband. His breathing turns rough as I work his shorts down, dragging my mouth over his jaw and throat before following the hard lines of his abs.

Then I sink to my knees in the sand and take his cock straight into my mouth, swallowing him to the root in one go. My nose pressed to his pelvis, throat working around the head. Wolfe’s hands fly to my head, holding me right where he wants me.

“Jesus fuck—Thorne—”

I pull off with a wet pop, spit dripping down my chin.

“Thought you wanted me to shut you up.”

I lick a stripe up the underside, then suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. He whines, hips bucking.

I grab his thighs, spread him wider, and push two fingers against his hole without warning.

I spit on them, working them in, scissoring, stretching, and listening to every filthy sound he makes for me.

“Been thinking about this for bloody ages,”

I mutter against his skin. “How tight you felt around my cock that night. The sounds you made for me,”

Wolfe’s head thuds back against the tree. “Please—fuck—”

“Not so calm now, are you, mate?”

His cock twitches against my cheek, smearing pre-cum across my face.

That smug, patient version of Wolfe is long gone now.

I pull my fingers out and stand, spinning him around again, before shoveling him chest-first into the trunk.