“I’m not sure he makes a very good pet because he’s still pretty wild, but, yes, we live with a wolf in our backyard. His name is Shota.”
Chay seemed fascinated by this. “Can you bring Shota next time?”
“Probably not. He wouldn’t be happy leaving his home.” Chaska held out his hand to Doug. “Good to see you again.”
“You, too. Naomi has missed you.”
Star invited them to sit down at the kitchen table and enjoy some iced coffee. She asked Chaska questions about his work and the Team. “My husband saw you climb and said you have true skill. He said it was like watching a real, live Iktomi.”
Then they talked about the ceremony.
“Naomi has been busy making gifts for all the relatives who come,” Star told Chaska. “Chumani and Kimi love to watch her work.”
It was a custom after a naming ceremony for the family of the person who’d been given a new name to host a giveaway for those who attended.
“You made jewelry for everyone?” Chaska’s brows rose in surprise.
Naomi nodded. “I made silver and turquoise earrings for the women and girls and silver dream catcher pendants for the men and boys.”
“Good.” Chaska looked like he was fighting not to smile.
“So, Doug and I were thinking… We’re going to need some extra tables for the barbecue. We found a rental place that has some available, but it’s in Rapid City. Would you two be willing to head into the city for us?”
Naomi’s dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit card. “We’ll pay for the tables, of course, but if you could pick them up, that would be great. It’s kind of late in the day, so you might have to stay overnight at Naomi’s apartment—that is, if you don’t mind.”
Naomi looked from her father to Chaska as it dawned on her what Star and her father were doing. They were giving her a way to be alone overnight with the man she loved. “We don’t mind, do we?”
Chaska shot to his feet. “We’d be happy to … uh … help.”
Chaska hurriedwith Naomi up two floors to the door of her apartment and stood there, his blood burning, while she fumbled with her keys. “Let me.”
He took over for her, sliding the key into place and turning the deadbolt. Then he pushed the door open and followed her inside.
The moment the door closed behind him, she dropped her handbag and jumped into his arms, kissing him, tugging his shirt from his jeans, fumbling with his zipper.
He backed her up against the wall, yanked down his fly, freed his cock, then lifted her skirt to cup her, sliding his fingers inside her panties, moaning when he found she was wet.
“Please, Chaska.”
He had just enough presence of mind to put on the condom he’d tucked in his jeans pocket before lifting her off her feet, pinning her against the wall, and burying his cock in her heat.
They moaned in unison, her legs wrapping around his hips, drawing him closer, holding him in place. He’d forgotten how damned good it felt to be inside her. She was so tight, wet.Perfect.
He tried to fall into an easy rhythm, but it had been so long, too long for both of them. In a heartbeat, he was thrusting hard, driving himself into her, his hips a piston, his fingers digging into her buttocks.
A framed photograph fell off the wall, glass shattering.
Neither of them so much as looked.
All he could think about was Naomi, beautiful sweet Naomi. He lusted for her, loved her, was close to losing his mind over her.
Her head was tilted back now, her nails digging into his shoulders through the cloth of his T-shirt, her lips parted as she moaned out her pleasure in time to his thrusts. “Chask-aa-aa-aaah.”
He loved the way she said his name when she was about to come, loved the look of sexual bliss on her face as she unraveled, loved the musky scent of her arousal, the way her soft body yielded to him again and again and again.
He pounded himself into her, needing her, wanting only her, only Naomi.
She cried out, arching against the wall as she came.