I moan, pushing back against him, needing more, so much more. My entire body aches with a desire that I know only he can fill. I let out a sob when I feel his fingers touch my clit. They rub firm circles against me at the same time his tongue fucks my ass.
The orgasm that rushes through me is small. It takes me by surprise and I let out a long exhale as my muscles tighten, then slowly relax. Wyatt’s mouth leaves my ass, and I expect his cock to fill my pussy, but it doesn’t.
The sound of clothes rustling fills my ears, but I’m too spent to move. My ass is still in the air, my thighs spread, and I’m ready for more—for everything. I hear the sound of wrinkling foil, and I start to move, but Wyatt’s hand is on my lower back, applying pressure to keep me still.
“What are you doing?” I chance asking.
He hums, his fingers moving to my ass cheeks. He grips them, spreading them a bit and then I feel the head of his cock against my back entrance.
“Wyatt,” I hiss.
“Just relax, sugar. Swear to fuck, I won’t hurt you,” he promises.
Pinching my eyes closed, I let out an exhale and attempt to relax. He massages my cheeks, then one of his hands slips around my hip and I feel his fingers slide through my slit. When I moan, he fills my pussy with his fingers and applies pressure to my clit with the palm of his hand.
“Oh God,” I groan as his fingers move inside of me, his palm simultaneously grinding against my clit.
“Push back against me,” he whispers.
I do as he asks, pushing back as he shifts his hips and his cock pushes a little farther against my entrance. His hand on my cheek leaves then, I feel a cool liquid against my ass. Wyatt lets out a grunt, his cock slipping a little farther inside of me. I keep my eyes pinched closed but force the rest of my body to relax with a deep exhale.
Wyatt’s fingers between my legs don’t stop, he pumps in and out of me, curling them inside of me as his palm continues to apply pressure to my clit. Gone is my focus of his dick in my ass, replaced is euphoria as I climb closer toward a second orgasm.
My breath hitches when I feel him completely fill me. He’s stretching me so full, so fucking full that I feel like I’m going to be ripped in two.
I’m not sure that I would mind that, the sensation feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I find that it’s not unpleasant, in fact, I like it.
I like the way he stretches me. Wyatt completely stills once he’s inside of me, his fingers stop moving and he just lets out a shaky breath from behind me.
WYATT
If I ever thought that sex could get better with Exeter, I didn’t realize how good it could really be. How fucking amazing and incredible being inside of her like this could be. Fuck. Fuck. It’s amazing. Looking down between us, my entire body shudders at the vision of my cock buried to the hilt inside of her tight ass.
Slowly, I pull out of her, to the tip, then sink back inside. My fingers move in her cunt, enjoying the wetness that surrounds them. After a breath, her hips begin to move, her ass meeting my thrusts at the same time she grinds her clit against my palm.
“I’m going to come again,” she breathes.
I fucking know it. I can feel it. Her entire body is hot, her pussy wet and fluttering around my fingers. She’s so goddamn close, but I don’t want this to be over, not yet. Keeping my head tilted, I watch my dick move in and out of her ass.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as her hips jerk and buck beneath me.
She’s going to come, and when her ass clamps down around my cock, I know it’s going to force my orgasm from my body as well. Closing my eyes, I fuck her a little harder. I don’t want this to end, but I know it will, and soon.
She cries out below me, her body trembling as her hips jerk, her clit searching and needing more from me. Grinding my palm against her clit even harder, my fingers move faster inside of her, at the same time, my hips thrust harder against her sweet full ass.
“I’m coming,” she shouts.
Her pussy clamps down around my fingers, her ass does the same around my cock and just as I expected, it rips my orgasm through me. We both still, my cum filling the tip of the condom as her ass pulses around me. Keeping my fingers and cock buried deep inside of her, I slowly lower myself so that my chest is against her back.
Touching the side of her neck with my lips, I find the shell of her ear. “Holy fucking shit, sugar,” I murmur.
She hums, her eyes closed and a small smile playing on her lips. Regretfully, I slowly slide out of her ass and remove my hand from her still warm cunt. Crawling off of the bed, I stand at the side and look down at her.
She’s splayed out, her legs spread, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. A smile on her face and her eyes closed. She’s never looked more gorgeous. Fuck, every day she seems to get prettier, sexier and more perfect for me.
Turning away, I hurry toward the bathroom to get rid of the condom and wash up quickly. Once the condom is gone, the door slowly opens and Exeter is standing at the entrance, her eyes hooded as she looks at me through her lashes. If my balls weren’t completely drained, I’d say she’s looking to get fucked in the immediate future.
“Shower?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I lift my chin in a nod as my silent agreement. Turning toward the shower, I turn it on and wait for the water to warm up. Exeter walks up behind me, slipping her arms around my waist as her cheek presses against my back.
“I wish you didn’t have to go tomorrow,” she murmurs.
Closing my eyes, I think the exact same thing. “Me too, sugar,” I agree.
Her arms drop from my waist as I take a step forward and into the warm shower. She follows closely behind me. The water washes down against us, I move to the side to ensure that she gets some of the warm liquid as well.
“So, what happens tomorrow?” she asks.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I inhale deeply before letting it out. “Tomorrow I leave, but I’ll take you over to the house early, if you want? Ford and Louis said they’d help with whatever you wanted. I can call a moving company to come as well. Whatever you need, you just tell me.”
She hums, leaning forward and I feel her lips press against my chest. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck as she looks up at me.
“All I need is for you to focus on work, and coming home,” she grins.
Shaking my head once, I dip my chin and brush my lips across hers. “How’d I get so goddamn lucky?” I breathe against her lips.
“I’ve been asking myself that every day since you pushed your way into my life, not taking no for an answer,” she grins.
I grunt. “I’d have taken it for an answer, if I believed it. You were letting fucked up shit rule your head, and heart. You can’t do that. I won’t allow it.”
Exeter’s lips curve up into a smile and she shakes her head once before she speaks. “I’ve still got fucked up shit in my head, Wyatt.”
My fingers flex against her neck, my lips pressing together in a thin line. I know she’s still got fucked up shit in there, any person with her background would. I can’t blame her for it, not really, it’s not her fault. What I can do, is show her how a real man treats the woman he loves. I can show her what it means to be truly loved by a man.
“Sugar, it’s my mission in life to get that shit out of your head completely.”
Her eyes water, the tears mix with the shower water as they fall down her cheeks, but I can see them plain as day. Using my thumb, I rub it across the apple of her cheek, attempting to wipe away her tears. Lowering my forehead, I press it against hers.
Inhaling a deep breath, I exhale and gather her in my arms. She gave me something beautiful tonight, and now that we’ve both come clean with our pasts, it’s time that I give her a gift as well.
Moving my lips alongside her jaw, my lips find her ear. “I love you, sugar,” I state.
Her entire body jerks back, but I don’t let her move away from me. Exeter
lifts her gaze, her eyes wide and almost scared looking.
“Did you?” she breathes.
I smile. “Yeah, I did. I love you,” I repeat.
She doesn’t speak, and I think that I’ve fucked completely up, that is until she lifts up onto her toes, wraps her arms around me and presses her mouth to mine. The kiss isn’t deep, it’s sweet and swift. She allows her lips to linger against my own, then she speaks.
“I love you too, Wyatt. I love you more than I thought possible.”
Wrapping my arms around her wet body, I pull her against my chest, slanting my head and I deepen our kiss. Then with a protest from her, I pick her up and press her back against the shower wall, and I slide inside of the woman that I love and I make love to her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
WYATT
Pressing my lips to her temple, I breathe in her scent. She smells like me, like sex, and also like her. Closing my eyes, I stay there for a moment before I lift my face and slowly stand. She hums, cuddling her pillow a little tighter before she opens her eyes.
“I thought you were taking me to the house?” she asks groggily.
I shake my head. “You were sleeping so peacefully. I couldn’t wake you up. I left the address and keys on the counter. Checkout here is noon,” I explain.
She frowns, then sits up slightly. I watch as the sheet falls, exposing her tits for my view. My eyes immediately fall and focus on that sexy peaked nipple. It’s begging for my mouth. We fucked, made love, and fucked again. I should be completely sated, I know my dick aches, but fuck, I still want her.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispers.
Lifting my eyes to meet hers, I give her a smile, it’s fake, but it’s what she needs. “I’ll be home before you know it, and I’ll call as much as I can.”
“Which won’t be much?” she guesses.
I nod my head a couple times slowly. “I’ll try my damnedest to check in every day, and I’ll text as often as I can. But we work a minimum of sixteen-hour days, sometimes over twenty hours,” I explain.
She tugs the sheet back over her breasts to cover herself, and she bites the corner of her lip. “I’ll probably pick up a couple shifts too,” she shrugs.
“Don’t work too hard, sugar,” I warn with a frown.
Exeter gives me a small smile. “A little extra money for new furniture never hurt anyone.”
I snort, because I was thinking about some extra money to have a modular home put on the property so that her MawMaw would have her own place close to us. It’s going to be a surprise, and hopefully this storm will yield enough overtime that I can pay for a big chunk of it in cash when I get back.
“No, sugar, I suppose it don’t,” I grin. Leaning down, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck and brush my lips across hers. “Sorry I won’t be here to help with the house, but fuck, I’m so glad you’re movin’ in.”
She hums against my mouth, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opens them again. “I love you, Wyatt.”
“Love you too, sugar. So fuckin’ much,” I admit.
Releasing her neck, I take a step back. “Then it’ll all be okay, and the move will be worth it, no matter what.” She smiles brightly.
Fuck. What I did in life to deserve her, I’ll never know. I’m never letting her go though, that much I know. Down to my fucking bones, I know that I’ll never let her walk away from me, not willingly. I’ll work my ass off every single day to have her, to hold her, to keep her.
Leaving the hotel is the hardest thing I’ve done in a good long while, hard in its own right. I don’t know when I’ll return, the unknown is what has me rattled and a bit shaken. I know that Rylan is feeling the same way with his pregnant wife, Channing.
Pulling up to Rylan’s, I don’t bother honking. He knows I’m here, and it’s too early to bother the neighbors. I take my phone out of my pocket and find Ford’s name in my contacts. I know he’s awake, he’s out feeding chickens or some shit at the asscrack of dawn.
“Wyatt,” he drawls as a greeting.
I grunt. “You still on for helping Exeter out this afternoon, and this weekend?” I ask, keeping my eyes pointed at Rylan’s front door.
“Told you I would, twice yesterday when you called me. It’s all good,” he chuckles.
“Just worried about her,” I admit.
Saying the words aloud are tough for me, I never thought I would worry about a woman, again. It’s a million times more intense than it ever was with Sammi, and that kind of scares the shit out of me. It’s not a bad scary though, it just makes me feel that much more alive.
I am too, alive. I’m so fucking in love and alive that I don’t know if anything could bring me down right now, not even the fact that I have to leave her for weeks. I know that when I’m done, she’ll be waiting at home for me—our home.
“I know. Me and Louis are on the job. We’ll check up on her after we get her all situated, too. I’ll make sure she has our numbers since we both live fairly close,” he assures.
Clearing my throat, I thank him again as I end the call. Rylan is walking out of the house, his large duffle bag in hand. His face looks as grim as mine, and I can’t blame him. I know he has serious reservations about leaving Channing right now, especially as her due date rapidly approaches. I watch as he tosses his bag in the bed of my truck and quickly climbs inside.
“Ready?” I ask. He grunts as his answer. “I’m feelin’ the same fuckin’ way, cousin,” I admit.
We ride toward the yard in complete silence, both of us lost inside our own heads, thinking about our women and what is to come. We both need to get our heads out of our asses though, we can’t let our minds drift while we’re working this storm, especially with as devastating and dangerous as it’s looking. We have to be on our A-game, at all times.
EXETER
The knock on the door causes me to jump, though I know that it shouldn’t. I’m back in my trailer, a place that I haven’t stepped foot inside in almost a full month. It looks smaller somehow, sadder.
Walking over to the door, I’m not surprised to see Ford and Louis on the other side. They’re both tall, but that is where their similarities end. Louis’ large frame takes up the entire peephole viewing. Ford is long and lean, but he’s not without his own muscle.
Opening the door, I plaster on a smile that I’m sure looks as fake as it feels, but thankfully neither of the men mention it to my face. Ford shakes his head once, and Louis’ lips quirk in his own grin. Stepping to the side, I allow them to walk past me and into the small trailer.
“You know what you’re taking?” Ford asks.
“I guess all the furniture for now. Wyatt doesn’t really have anything in his storage, I don’t think.”
Louis chuckles. “He doesn’t. We moved everything from there last night to get a head start,” he murmurs.
“Really?” I ask, completely shocked by his words.
He nods, his lips twitching as he flashes me a small smile. “Really. Now, let’s get this shit loaded up. I’m sure you want to start getting settled in your new place.”
I think about the ranch house in the country, the beautiful oak trees that surround the grounds, the rocks and cactus that litter the natural wild grass. I imagine it in the spring, covered in bluebonnets and Texas wildflowers. I can’t help but smile. I want to settle there, with Wyatt. Build and make a life that I could have only dreamed of a few months ago, one that will now become my reality.
Louis and Ford walk over to my small sofa and pick it up. I watch them for a moment before I turn toward my kitchen. I grab one of the boxes that I took from the backlot of the local grocery store and I begin to pack up my house.
It doesn’t take long for me to have the entire kitchen packed up, there wasn’t a whole lot there to begin with. They’re all things that I’ve slowly collected over the years at second-hand stores and yard sales. They may be older, but they’re all in good shape. Something that I pride myself on, saving for good q
uality items, even if they’re used.
“Exeter,” Louis’ voice calls out from the back of the house.
Finishing with the last kitchen box, I turn to where he’s calling and make my way down the short hall. He’s standing at the doorway to Emily’s room. I close my eyes, inhaling a deep breath, then let it out.
“What do you want me to do in here, darlin’?” he asks, his voice a touch gentler than I’ve ever heard.
He knows. He knows it’s her room.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I guess I could pack it up, then take it to her.”
He hums, turning his head to look down at me. He’s massive, he takes up almost the entire small hall, but he doesn’t intimidate or frighten me, in fact, I feel nothing but comfortable around him. “You want to do that this week? I have time, if you’re off,” he offers.
I blink at his offer. Biting the corner of my lip, I think about it, then decide against it. I know that Wyatt is friends with him, but something like that, a road trip alone with him, that seems—wrong.
I shake my head. “Thanks, but MawMaw will want to go over to see her again soon anyway. I’ll take her and take Emily’s personal things as well. The furniture is mine though, so we can just load that up with the rest of my stuff.”
Louis lifts his chin, then moves around to begin disassembling the twin sized bed that is against the window. I watch for a moment, not seeing anything really, just thinking. I miss her. I miss the girl she was before she was caught up in all of the Jacob abuse, manipulation, and drama.
Turning away, I walk into the living room to gather some more boxes. Instead of going back into Emily’s room, I decide to go into mine and pack up the rest of my personal belongings. Luckily, I don’t have much. When I left my father’s home, it was with nothing.
When I lived with MawMaw, the only things I owned were clothes. I’ve only been on my own for a few years, so I haven’t had time or money, enough to collect much other than necessities, which makes this move much easier than it could have been.
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