It was just me and him in his car as we pulled up to his house. His car had enough room to fit his entire body in it plus some. It was clean in the seats but it smelled earthy; the smell of dirt because his hiking gear was piled up into the boot of the SUV. He apologized for it, but I kinda liked it. It was better than that pine tree car freshener smell.

I looked out the window to see a one-story family house. Oddly enough, there was a front yard squared off with a fence, even though it looked like he owned the acres of land the house sat on. Behind the house was a lot of green and then a wall of trees, thick and high. There's no way I could live here, I thought, I am too black for this. Some crazy mass-murderer would come here and no one could hear my screams.

It was perfect for a shapeshifter who needed some privacy. Not so perfect for a woman who thinks every sound in the silence of the woods would be Jason Voorhees.

I'm staring at the trees in the distance waiting to see something walk out of the shadows as Richard opens his door and climbs out. I wait until he's on my side of the car blocking my sight before I open the door and come out too. The sound of the closing of the doors echo.

Richard smiles at me, and I smile back. He holds his hand out, reaching for the small of my back to get me to lead towards the house. The warmth of his hands sending tingles down, and I can feel my panties get wet.

Walking to the house, I see the fence and the front of the worm tan house.

"You really do want that white-picket-fence kind of life, huh?"

He says nothing, just removes his hand from my back. He steps around me to unlock the white gate and swings it open. I glide through and down the path to the steps. Small lights follow the path and flowers line the bushes and windowsills.

I stand to the side as he unlocks the door and pushes through. I follow right behind him.

The living room is simple; a black three-piece sectional with a chaise, end tables, coffee tables, lamps. The only thing different was the large entertainment center with a wide and curved TV and three different game consoles.

"Hmm," I say walking in front of the coffee table. I look at the wide television. "I never thought of you as a big... TV kind of man. I guess I assumed you were always hiking or reading."

"So you don't know everything, huh?" There's a smirk on his face as I turn to look at him.

"I guess not."

"I don't watch much, but I do like football. Most of this is for the wolves that come over." He puts his hand on his hips and looks around the house. There's an archway that leads into the kitchen and another with a dining room attached. From here I could see the little breakfast nook set into the wall with a large bay window. No curtains. Perfect for seeing the tree line and the shadows during dinner time.

"Are you hungry?"

I shake my head. "Not really. Just a little tired."

He nods and looks back to a hallway leading to the beds. "The rooms are empty right now. Sometimes they're full of wolves and the occasional shifter that needs shelter. But no one here now." He looks at me. "You can have your pick of anything of the guest rooms."

He waves his hands to follow me and I do. Admiring the perfectly cupped ass in his jeans as he leads the way. We pass a bathroom, and I pulled my eyes from his body to look inside. Just a half bath with a toilet and a sink, and I could smell bleach as we walked past.

Further in the hallway and deeper into the house, we pass two more doors. We stop at the third one.

"Here's the bathroom. You can clean up in here." we walk two steps. "You can sleep in here If you want. It's the closest to me."

He opens the door to a large room with a dresser and bed and another TV hanging on the wall. There was no smell to the room, except for smelling devoid of stink. He flipped on the light and it was bright. Even with black sheets, the bed had a green comforter to match the green rug and tan walls. The pattern around the room matching the cherry wood dressers.

"My door is here." He moves his body to the side and points at the door at the very end of the hallway.

"Your house is bigger on the inside." I smile at myself for that Doctor Who reference. Then wonder how I knew that reference. Maybe I know a little something about myself. I look at Richard to see if he got the joke but he just nods as he looks around the hall again.

"I think I'll take a shower now," I say to him.

He looks at me. I trace his face with my eyes. His brown eyes, thick arched eyebrows, and his lips; not too thin on the top and plump on the bottom. Lips that are begging me to kiss them.

He clears his throat. My eyes reach up to his eyes. "I'm just going to go to the kitchen and... drink some tea. There are towels in the closet in there." He walks down the hall and out of sight without looking back.

Quickly, I dive into the bathroom closing the door behind me. I take my clothes off: Shirt, bra, pants, no panties, boots, and socks. I grab a towel and set in on the sink counter and grab a hand cloth. I see two hair ties and use one to tie up my hair. It wasn't wash day, and I had a silk press, so I wasn't getting my hair wet.

Next was simple. Turn on the water, complain that his knobs were backward, set it to my favorite temp (hell hot), get in, rinse my entire body, wet the rag, add soap.

I reached for Richard's soap. It was in a clear squeeze bottle and looked like homemade soap. It smelt like fall leaves when they just fall, like him.

The rag was soft, but against my nipples, it was almost rough. Rough enough for me to gasp and nipples to stand hard. I ran circles around it, just barely touching it with the ends. My free hand slowly traces down my side, soap bubbling in its wake. My hips are sensitive as I trace them down to the front of me, through the small heart-shaped hair from a wax job. My fingers slip lower.

A growl rips through the house and I freeze, trying to stop my hand from rubbing circles where I want them to. He's a Wolf. He can smell my arousal.

I hang my head and take my hands off of my body. I soap up and wash the rest of me and let the water run and rinse me off. I love showers, so I took some extra time letting the water hit my shoulders and down my back.

Not wanting to waste the hot water just in case Richard needed it, I step out and turn it off. The rug is soft under my feet. I grab the towel and dry my legs off first and then step on the cold gray and white tiles.

I dry my body and look down at my discarded clothes. Not only do I not want to put back on dirty clothes I don't want to leave my clothes on the floor like I slob. I pick them up and put them in the basket in the small closet that hides behind the bathroom door.

Buck naked. No clothes. What to do? Do I stay naked and just jump in bed or do I ask Richard for some clothes? I wasn't sure what exactly what I preferred, but maybe that was because I was too busy thinking how Richard would react seeing me in just a towel.

Yup. Just a towel.

I wasn't sure if I was always this fast, or not but I'm not sure it mattered with Richard. I wrapped the towel around me and it was so big that it wrapped around me and covered from my pits to my knees.

I open the door to silence. I wonder if he's still in the kitchen. If not, I'd feel like an ass. I came to the living room and could see the kitchen nook. No, Richard so far. I walk closer and I could hear something put down on the counter. I walk in and there is Richard facing the sink with his hands gripping the edge and head hung. I know he knew I was there. He had superhuman hearing.

Just then, standing at the doorway, I had no clue what to even say or where to start. Some little vixen I was. "Richard?"

His shoulder tensed up, and the sink groaned in his grip. He took a big breath, head leaning back. He stood straight up and turned around. And boy did it do my ego could to see his eyes grow wide and him backing up into the sink.

"I didn't want to put my old clothes back on and I have nothing else to wear."

He looked at me. Seconds, or maybe minutes, or hours passed before he started moving again. He got closer to me, and I could feel my body heating up. "I've got something for you."

God. That voice. Making my heart flutter, and my pussy wetter. He walked right past me, running a finger across the water my shoulder, gently touching me. I turned around just as he sucked the water off his finger. Hopefully thinking the same thing I was.

"Follow."

I watched that ass move all the way to his room as I walked behind him.

He opened his door and kept it wide open. I walked in and took in everything. The bed was a lot larger than the one in my guest room, and darker with all back silk linen, as I rubbed my hands along the pillowcase. Richard had disappeared into his closet.

He came back with a bright yellow shirt in tow. "This might be a little too big since you're so small."

"I know you like small. So that's good for me."

He hands it to me and stops so I have to lean back on the bed just to look up into his face. "You really do know almost everything. So that means you know about my proclivity?"

"Yes."

"And the kinds of things I like during..."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry." He steps back, and I snatched up his hand to stop him. I can see the conflict on his face, but the thing between his legs wasn't confused at all. How to get him out of his head and into other things.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I know what you like, and I like it too. Forget what anyone else says, or how wrong you think it is. It's not. Wrong, that is. It's amazing."

He pulls his hand out of mine and walks away to his dresser, pulling out of a pair of boxers. "Sorry, I don't have any women's... lingerie. Is that okay?"

"I don't wear panties." At least I didn't when I took my clothes off earlier.

"Oh."

I got up, taking the yellow shirt in my hands. I walked towards the door.

"Okay," he says.

I close the door, shutting us both in his room. Slowly, I reach for the end of the towel and pull it away. I had to do a little extra work because the towel was so big, but eventually, it was on the ground. The cold air hits my body and I can feel the goosebump rise on my skin. Richard looks me up and down, rooted to the spot.

I open up the bottom of the shirt and pull it over my head, and then my arms. Slowly I pull the shirt down over my body and watch as his eyes follow the skin being covered up. His eyes reach my sex, and they stayed glued there even with it covered by the shirt.

Fast, faster than I can follow, he grabs me and slams me against the door so hard that my body vibrates. One hand is right around the side of my neck as his thumb tilts my chin to look at him. His other hand is behind my knee pulling it up and around him so he can fit his body in between my legs. His jeans rub my clit, making me moan out loud.

He looks down at me, with his wolf eyes and then puts his nose to my neck. There's arousal he smells but there's also fear. And he likes it.

"Are you sleeping in here tonight?" He whispers on my skin and then skims his teeth along my neck. More fear, more arousal. Slowly he gathers skin into his mouth and bites down. Not enough to hurt but enough to tell me it could hurt.

"Do you want me to?"