Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He was beautiful, and he was mine.
All mine.
A deep growl vibrated through his chest as he lowered himself onto the bed and settled between my legs. He brushed against my center, teasing me relentlessly before he finally thrust deep inside me. My head fell back as I gasped for air, my fingers pressing into his back, and my entire body gripped with heat.
He moved slowly, meticulously at first, but then his pace quickened, becoming more demanding and intense with each shift of his hips.
The muscles in my abdomen began to tighten as my legs drew up beside him. My hands curled around his back as I held on to him, bracing myself for the wave of pleasure that I could feel growing inside me. His steady rhythm never faltered until we both reached our climax. He lowered himself on top of me with the heat of his breath on my neck, and he didn’t move. He just lay there, holding me close.
Once he’d caught his breath, he tossed his condom in the trash, then lowered himself down on the bed next to me. “Unbelievable.”
“It was pretty incredible.”
“No, it was more than that.” Wyatt kept his eyes trained on the ceiling as he admitted, “It’s never been like this before.”
“What? The fooling around?”
“Yeah.” His eyes locked on mine. “You know I’ve been with other women?”
I cringed at the thought, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Never mind... Bad timing.”
“No, I told you I wanted you to be able to talk to me, so talk. Tell me what you were thinking.”
“It never felt like this with them.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a very good thing.”
“Well, that’s good to know. But just so you know, I really don’t like thinking about you being with other women.”
“Why? You jealous?”
“Maybe.”
“You are.” A proud smile crossed his face. “I like you being jealous.”
I didn’t respond.
I simply cocked my brow and glared at him until he started laughing.
“Okay. Okay. Message received.” His laughter faded as he rolled to his back. “If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t exactly happy about you going out with that Ben fella.”
“You had no reason to be jealous about him. I should’ve never gone out with him.” I eased up on my elbow and glanced down at him as I asked, “Did he do something to the club? Is he the reason why we’re in lockdown?”
“You know I can’t talk about that.”
“But I’m the one who brought him here.”
“You got nothing to do with what’s going on.”
“Then, why did Cotton ask me all those questions about Ben?”
“Elsie.”
“Fine.” I dropped back down on my pillow. “But I know he did something, and I would hate to think that he was able to do whatever he did because of me.”
“Already told you.” His tone grew stern. “You have nothing to do with this.”
I could tell that he was becoming aggravated, and that was the last thing I wanted, especially after the moment we’d just shared. So, I did the only thing I could. I dropped it. I curled up next to him with a sigh. The room fell silent, but only for a moment.
“Do you remember the Thanksgiving we had out at Cotton’s place?” I didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling as he said, “All the kids were riding horses, and Darby and Susana talked you into riding with them?”
“Are you referring to the day that I rode a horse for the very first time in my life and got thrown off into a huge mud puddle?”
“Yeah, that’d be the one.”
“I haven’t thought about that for years. I was absolutely mortified,” I groaned. “Susana and Darby were such great riders. They made it look soooo easy, and I thought for sure that I could do it. WRONG! I’d barely taken the reins when that damn horse took off like a bolt of lightning.”
A mischievous smile swept across his face as he snickered, “Ooohhh, I remember.”
“It wasn’t funny, Wyatt.”
“Ummm, yeah.” He continued to chuckle. “It was funny. Damn. Every inch of you was covered in mud. I still don’t know how you managed that.”
“I fell! Ugh! You’re such an asshole.” I gave him a nudge with my elbow. “I didn’t laugh at you after your dirt bike wreck when you were whining about your little booboo on your elbow.”
“I had to get fifteen stitches. It was not a little booboo.”
“But did you die?” I sassed. “’Cause you certainly acted like you were going to. I’ve never heard such.”
“I got a scar,” he huffed. “All you had was a couple of bruises that faded by the end of the week.”
“You’re right. The bruises did fade, but I broke my tail bone and I had to sit on that stupid round pillow for weeks.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about the pillow.” He started chuckling again. “I never did understand why you got a hot pink one. There was no missing it.”