Chapter Forty Three - Wulf

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I'm smoking a cigar on the patio. Silvie is topless in the jacuzzi, drinking a glass of white wine. Life is pretty fucking amazing.

"When are you getting in?" she asks, folding her arms over the edge. Her hair is twisted up in a bun, little curls form around her face from the steam.

"That depends," I puff my Cohiba.

She smiles. "On what?" she asks sweetly.

"When are you getting out?"

She smirks, sitting back in the water, putting her beautiful breasts on display. The water swirls around her like a fucking mermaid and she sips her wine.

Resting my cigar in the ashtray, I get up, pretending to stretch. She squeals when I lunge forward, lifting her out of the hot tub. "It's cold," she says when I throw her over my shoulder.

"Good thing we aren't staying out here," I say, walking into the bedroom.

Tonight is our last night here. We've fucked in the bed, in the shower, on the patio, on the floor. My perfect little pixie is a sex goddess. She's like a flower that's bloomed in the palm of my hand.

"Wulf," she drags out my name as I slide her gold bikini bottoms down.

We're heading into Phoenix for dinner. I promised Silvie we could actually leave the room tonight. We pull up to a trendy sushi restaurant and get seated near a waterfall.

It's like a club environment. Blue neon lights shine off black walls covered in grasscloth. A DJ pumps out techno beats with a low bass.

When I pick up a piece of my sashimi with chopsticks, she watches me eat it and makes a face.

"How do you live in Florida but you don't like fish?" I laugh dipping a piece of blue fin tuna into soy sauce.

"Cooked fish is fine. That stuff tastes like seaweed."

I look down at her deep fried rolls. "Hey," she says when I snatch one off her plate. Shoving the giant piece in my mouth I grab another as she pretends to care.

When we leave the restaurant and head back toward the bike she stops me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Fish mouth," she says when I kiss her.

"Better than pussy mouth," I deadpan.

"Wulf," she hushes me with my own name. Looking around, she makes sure no one heard me. I have to laugh.

"This has been so fun," she says, finally calming down. "I almost don't want to go back."

I rub my hand over her soft hair. "I know." I don't want to go back either.

We make love all night under the desert stars. Our little patio becomes a love nest. Cold night air, a warm outdoor fire, and Silvie- burning hot for me, it's everything I need.

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