They wrap up their conversation, and Murphy gives me a quick hug before heading into the garage.
“Ready?” Wyatt asks, boosting me up into the truck.
I’m actually really excited about our trip. “Does the cabin have a fireplace?” I ask when he slides into his seat.
He turns, his handsome face dipping into a frown. “I think so, why?”
“It’ll be romantic.”
A teasing smile tugs the corners of his mouth up. “You wanna sit in front of the fire and stare into each other’s eyes or something?”
“Not if you’re going to make fun of me.”
He leans in closer and rubs his thumb over my cheek. “Hopefully there’s a bearskin rug I can screw you on in front of this fire,” he says in a low voice that conjures up a precise picture of us doing exactly that.
Now, if some other woman overheard him, they might be offended at Wyatt’s bluntness with me. But I find it amusing, because he doesn’t say shit like that to be disrespectful. No, he says it to tease me. And turn me on. Which, it totally does.
After leaving the clubhouse, it’s a long drive up the Northway. We never run out of things to talk about though. The farther we go, the more Wyatt seems to loosen up. More than once, he said he wanted to take this trip to give me a break from all the wedding planning stuff, but he’s the one who needed a break. I’m looking forward to keeping his mind off of work and club business for a few days.
When our GPS shows we’re still a couple miles from the cabin, Wyatt slows the truck. “This might be the last grocery store we pass. Want to stop now or go back out later?” he asks.
“Now. Once we get there, I don’t want to leave.” I punctuate my words by running my hand along his inner thigh and accidentally brushing his crotch.
“Watch it,” he growls.
“What?” I ask with wide eyes.
He grumbles as he puts the truck in park. “Let’s make this fast.”
I whip out my shopping list. “It’s short.”
“Nothing on me is short, babe,” he deadpans.
“You’re hilarious.”
Inside the store, we end up grabbing more than what’s on my list. We’re in the dairy aisle and I’m bending down for a carton of eggs when Wyatt’s suddenly pressed up against my side.
Slowly I stand and set the eggs in the cart. He leans down, placing his lips against my ear. “Why are you trying to give me a hard-on in the middle of the grocery store?” His voice isn’t more than a husky whisper, but it sends shivers down my spine.
In case I need proof, he bands his arm around my waist and gently thrusts his hips into me.
I open my mouth—to tell him to stop or strip me naked, I’m not sure—when another late-night shopper rounds the corner. She’s busy studying the shelves and doesn’t notice us, but I still pull away.
I glance down, zeroing in on the bulge behind his zipper. “You’re going to get us arrested.”
He briefly closes his eyes. “You’re killing me.”
My hands close over the cart to get us moving, but he stops me. “You’re kidding, right? Give me a second.”
I barely contain my laughter as he closes his eyes and, I assume, counts backwards from one hundred or something.
We make it out of the store without any trouble. Well, except for the smoldering looks Wyatt keeps shooting my way. I’m a big bundle of anticipation as he steers us back on the road.
Wyatt’s excitement seems to fill the truck the closer we get to the cabin. His hand slips from the steering wheel, settling on my knee for a few miles before gripping my inner thigh, then traveling up to graze my breast. “Take your shirt off.”
“What?”
A car passes us and he growls. “Pull your pants down instead.”
“Again, what?”
“I’m waiting.”
Curious, I unbutton my jeans and wriggle them down. Wyatt’s hand tickles my belly as he tries to force it down my pants. “More,” he demands.
I work them all the way to my knees and glance over. “Happy?”
“Fuck, yes. You’re fucking hot as fuck.”
“That was a lot of fucks.”
Wyatt’s not in the mood for jokes. “Lean back and spread your legs for your man.”
The low, sexy voice he uses has me following his every command.
He flips on the blinker and steers us onto a bumpy dirt road. “There. No cars.” His hand returns, lodging between my legs. He brushes his fingers against my inner thigh, then traces up my slit.
“Sit back more. Scoot down. Spread your legs wider.”
“So bossy,” I whisper as I do everything he asked.
“You love it,” he says, slicking one finger to my entrance and back up to circle my clit.
“Yes, I do.” My words tumble out, soft and slurred. Concentrating on speech is too difficult with the way he’s touching me.
“So soft and wet.” He slides two fingers back and forth. Stroking and sinking deeper into me with each pass. My clit gets a little extra attention, but not as much as I need.
“Wy-Wyatt.” I moan and arch my hips, inviting him to do more.
“Feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
He makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a grunt. “Can’t get the right angle.”
I’m so lost, I barely notice the truck stop. I do notice the loss of his hand. My eyes pop open. “What? Where?”
“One second. Don’t move.”
He opens his door and jumps down, hustling around the front of the truck. Before I have a chance to brace myself, he flings my door open. Reaching in, he unbuckles my seatbelt. “Lie back.”
I don’t even have time to do it before he’s ripping my sneakers off and tossing them somewhere in the woods behind him. My pants get yanked down my legs and flung into the backseat of the truck.
“Wyatt!” I’m giggling and moaning, loving all of it as he slips his hands under my ass, lifting me. He leans in going straight for my clit, teasing at first. My hips move with his rhythm, and he holds on tight.
He switches to long, slow laps with the flat of his tongue, every now and then looking up to gauge my reaction. As always, he adjusts to what I need. Faster. Harder. Another hard swipe along my pussy. His hands move to my inner thighs, pressing my legs wide open, guiding them over his shoulders.
I can’t help moaning and hope to God we’re someplace remote because I have to be making enough noise to draw a crowd. I reach down, threading my fingers through his hair, and he groans.
All his attention focuses on my clit, and I tilt my hips to meet him. My heart thumps faster, my breathing ragged, heat racing over my skin.
“Wy-Wyatt. I’m—”
He makes a humming sound of encouragement but doesn’t stop, and that’s when I go off. Legs shaking, body twisting, nails digging into his scalp, holding him in place.
“Fuck, that was fucking beautiful,” he says when I finally release him. He grabs my hand, backing up a step and pulling me with him. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m flung over his shoulder. His hand smacks my ass a few times.
“Wyatt!” I’m laughing the whole time he carries me up the stairs, fumbles in his pocket for a key, kicks open the cabin door, and brings me inside.
Gently, he sets me down on something cold, flat, and hard under my butt cheeks. “Wyatt?”
“Stay,” he orders. “Shirt off.”
The way he’s giving the short, clipped directions is so fucking hot, I can’t get my shirt and bra off fast enough.
He flattens his palm against my chest, gently pushing me back. Next, he picks my feet up, placing my heels on the edge of the counter. His hands run over my legs. Delicious shivers of anticipation follow his fingertips.
“Spread wide,” he says, nudging my knees apart. He grabs one of my hands, placing it over my pussy. “Play with yourself. I’m gonna bring our stuff in, and first thing I wanna see when I walk in the door is your fingers in your pussy.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
He leans over and kisses my forehead before leaving, and I get to work.
This trip’s already fucking awesome. Trin’s scent clings to my skin. I can’t wait to get back inside and fuck her senseless.
I turn before stepping outside and find her doing as I asked. Fucking unbelievably hot.
Hurrying down the stairs, I grab all of our bags and the cooler before heading back inside. Once I shut the door, the only things I plan on doing in the next seventy-two hours are fuck, feed, and talk to Trinity.
“You close, angel?” I ask as I approach the counter.
“Uh-uh,” she mumbles.
“Here.” Slipping my hands under her shoulders and knees, I spin her so her head’s hanging off the counter. Perfect. She blinks up at me and smiles. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting my dick out for you to suck.”
“Oooh.” She reaches up, and I bat her hands away.
“No. Fingers in your pussy.”
The pout she puts on is fucking adorable. Even better when I slide my cock between her lips. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, I guide myself into her mouth and back out again. She seals her lips around my shaft, sucking like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.
She gags a little when I go too far.
“Okay?” I ask.
She moans and hums, happy noises that I think mean yes, so I keep going. I’ve been worked up since she climbed into my truck earlier, so I’m not gonna last long. At the last second, I slip out of her mouth, shooting cum all over her tits.
“Fuck.” I can’t stop coming or groaning. The way her hands reach up to hold my thighs makes it even more intense.
When I finish, she picks her head up, staring at her chest, then up at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I was afraid you’d choke if I came down your throat, since you were upside down and all.” I gesture to the edge of the counter, and she giggles.
“Give me a second.” It takes more than a second to get my bearings and find some paper towels to clean her up with. My pants are somewhere around my ankles, so I stop to unlace my boots and kick them off.
“Mmmm…naked Wyatt. No clothes for you while we’re here, mountain man.”
I slip my shirt off, dropping it on top of my pants and shoes, then pick her up off the counter. “That so?”
“Yup.”
“Fucking love you, Angel Face.”
“You know how to start a vacation with a bang.” She snickers at her joke, shaking in my arms.
I drop a kiss on her forehead and take in her flushed cheeks. “You didn’t come, did you?”
“Just now? No.”
“Can’t have that.”
She points at the cabin door. “I think you took care of me out there.”
“Yeah, but I’m an over-achiever.”
“Lucky me.” She loops her arms around my neck and nuzzles her nose against my chest while I carry her around the cabin looking for the bedroom.
“Knock it off, that tickles.”
“You smell good,” she murmurs right before her teeth graze my nipple.
“Careful, angel.”
We finally find the bedroom, but there are no sheets or anything on the bed.
“Fuck.”
She wriggles in my arms and I set her down. “I brought sheets.”
“You did?”
“Yes. You said cabin in the woods, I wasn’t sure how rustic it would be.”
“Didn’t even occur to me.”
“That’s why you have me,” she teases.
She scurries back out to the living room, and when she doesn’t return right away, my dick leads me right to her. Don’t care if there’re sheets on the bed or not, I want her in it. Now.
“Trin?” I stop in my tracks. “Why are you dressed?”
“There’s a bag missing. I wanted to run and grab it without giving the woodland creatures a thrill.”
“I’ll do it.”
“No. No clothes for you, remember?”
I watch as she races out to the truck and pulls more than one bag out. Man, I was so focused on the goodies I packed and talking to Murphy before we left, I didn’t pay any attention to what she stuffed in there. As I have that thought, my gaze lands on my bag of tricks for Trinity and scoop it up before heading into the bedroom.
She meets me in there and starts making the bed, asking for my help once or twice. When she’s finished, she finally notices that I’ve emptied out my bag and lined it all up on the nightstand.
Her honey eyes widen. “I’m scared to ask what you’re planning to do with your little anal arsenal over there.”
“Who said anything about anal?”
She cocks her head and makes an adorable are-you-kidding? face at me. “Isn’t that what this whole trip is about?”
I don’t answer until I’m standing in front of her. “No. It’s about us getting away and spending time together. Having you all to myself.”
Her beautiful, angel face softens. “Wyatt.” She lifts her chin and flashes a naughty smile before her gaze drops to my dick. “How can you be so hard and so sweet at the same time?”
As much as I love her being cute, I’m also impatient as fuck. “Strip for me.”
Her eyes widen, but she gets busy shedding clothes. Doesn’t even bother trying to be seductive or teasing about it—which is exactly what I need right now.
When she’s beautifully naked, I guide her over to the side of the bed. I sit on the edge and make her watch while I pretend to consider each item. I already know what I want to use. But it’s much more fun to keep her guessing.
“Wyatt, please. Why are you torturing me like this?”
Should I feel like a dick? Maybe. But Trinity whining for my dick in her ass is a big fucking turn-on.
My hand connects with her ass for a nice crisp smack. “What did I tell you?”
“When you think I’m ready.”
“Right. And you’re not ready. So calm the fuck down.”
Her lips push into a pout, and she turns to face the wall. I barely hold in my laughter. It’s killing me. My dick’s calling me a thousand foul names. But I don’t want to hurt her. Nope, I want to blow her fucking mind. I want to erase every single bad memory and give her a good one.
And I love a challenge.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eight days before the wedding…
I wake up the next morning with Wyatt’s hand between my legs, gently stroking. It doesn’t matter that we spent the rest of yesterday afternoon and evening in bed, my body’s already responding to his touch.
“What’re you doing?” I mumble, already burning with need for him.
He answers with soft kisses on my shoulder, traveling down to lick my nipples. Lower, he thrusts a finger in me, working my slippery flesh with gentle but firm strokes. Our eyes meet, and the hazy insanity of passion throbs through me. He sweeps a greedy stare over my body, exciting me even more.
“Close your eyes. Let me have my way with you,” he demands.
All I can do is moan in response and do as he asks. My hips rock against him. His lips brush over my cheeks, and he leans away from me briefly. His fingers feel so fucking good, I don’t think about what he’s doing other than the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Turn over.” He nudges my hip, and for a second, his fingers slide out of me. A needy little whimper is all I get out before his hands grip me again.
Warm, slick liquid spills over my back. His big hands rub the oil into my skin with the perfect pressure. Firm, almost too much, but just right. He rubs, taking his time thoroughly kneading my back. Slowly, he travels down to my lower back, then my ass. He groans as his fingers knead into my butt. More oil drips onto my skin, sliding down my spine and ending between my butt cheeks.
“We’re making a mess,” I murmur into the sheets.
“We’re about to make a much bigger mess,” he answers.
; His hands keep moving over me, fingers digging deep into my muscles, relaxing and turning me on at the same time.
“Your ass is perfect.” He shifts, making the bed squeak. His teeth graze my skin, and he places a light kiss at the small of my back. A second later, I feel his finger slide down between my cheeks.
My body tenses up, but Wyatt is there, whispering soothing noises at me. I gasp as he pushes a well-lubed finger against me.
“Relax.”
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
His other hand grazes my inner thigh. Slick and warm. He taps my leg until I catch on and spread wide for him. He rubs soft circles around my clit. A gentle buzzing reaches me, and I suck in a quick breath when he places the small bullet vibrator against my pussy.
I need the distraction because what he’s doing to my ass is more intense than I counted on. Not painful. Strange. I can’t decide if I like it or not, but I don’t want him to stop. I reach down and roll the little bullet, pressing it harder against me. “Wyatt,” I gasp out.
“Come, angel.”
It’s a soft, fluttering orgasm and before I finish, something harder presses against my ass. I’m strangely excited. He’d kept me on edge all night, not knowing if he’d use one of the toys on me or not. After a few gentle pushes, whatever he has slips in, unyielding and uncomfortable. I squirm against his hand.
“Shh. You can handle it. Relax and take it for me.”
Oh, he knows exactly what to say, because I’ll do anything for him. Even accept the strange pressure of the toy he slowly pulls out, then pushes back inside me. Wyatt’s arm slips around my waist, lifting me. His cock slides along my pussy, grazing me at first, then achingly slow he presses inside.
“Good?” he asks.
It is good. So good. Why do I like it so much? “Mmmmhmm,” is the only answer I give.
He chuckles at my wordless reply and drags his hips back.
“You want more?” Wyatt’s voice comes out low and rough. Waiting for my answer must take a lot of self-control.
“Yes.” I tip my ass up, inviting him to do whatever he wants, and he thrusts forward.
Each stroke comes harsher than the last. His hand slides across my ass, cupping it. Rough fingers dig in, gripping me tight and possessive.
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