Chapter 24 – Wilder
Teagan sits up, reaching for me, her fingers curling around my shoulders to pull me closer. In seconds, my clothes are gone, a condom is rolled on, and I’m hovering over her.
I’ve been hard since the moment I stepped into her house and saw her sprawled naked on the bed.
I thought she’d still be awake, maybe working on the storm shutters or reacting to the alarm that was blaring from the broken window in the shed.
But no—she’d already beaten me to the shutters and skipped straight to what people in Lonestar Junction often do when the power’s out during a storm: sex.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low as I give her one last chance to change her mind before I push into her soaking heat.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, her voice steady and confident.
To prove it, she grabs my hips and guides me toward her entrance.
I grip my base, swiping it a few times across her slit to cover the condom in her wetness.
My fingers trail up her thighs, brushing over the slickness between her legs.
I swipe a finger through her folds then bring it to my mouth. Sweet. So, fucking sweet.
She’s just like I remember—tight, warm, and gripping me like a glove as I push inside. Her earlier orgasm has left her drenched, and I slide in easily, savoring the feel of her as I pull out and thrust back in at a steady pace despite wanting to fuck her hard to make up for the lost time.
“This won’t last long,” I murmur against her lips, trying to hold on and not bust too soon.
But Teagan has other plans. She moves her hips to meet mine, her body rising to meet every thrust, refusing to let me take it slow.
No matter how much I try to set a languid rhythm, she’s matching me, fucking up into me, pushing me to the edge faster than I want to go.
“Shit, slow down, baby.” I grip her hips, trying to steady her and pin her to the bed, but she only smirks up at me and shifts her position.
In one smooth motion, she hooks one leg over my shoulder, then the other, pressing her thighs together and pulling me deeper than I thought was possible. The tightness is overwhelming, and all thoughts of restraint vanish as I feel just how good it is to take her at this angle.
Fuck it.
I give in, driving into her with pure, unrelenting force. The sound of sweaty skin against skin fills the room, mingling with the muffled howl of the storm outside. Her back arches, and her body trembles beneath me as she comes again, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
“Wilder,” she moans out into the dark noise.
The sight of her unraveling with my name on her lips sends me over the edge. My balls tighten, and I bury myself as deep as I can inside of her, letting go with a groan that rumbles through my chest.
“Fuck…” I hiss, collapsing onto my side and pulling her with me. I’m not ever going to let her go again.
We lie there, drenched in sweat, our breathing ragged as we try to recover.
The storm rages on outside, but all I can think about is her.
I want to hear her say she’s mine now. That the storm outside no longer mirrors the one in her mind.
That she wants this—wants me—as much as I want her.
Because I want to show her that things are different now.
We’ve both been through a lot in the past five years.
We’re not the same people we were back then, and this deserves a second shot.
One that’s not filled with second thoughts and doubts.
And maybe now, we’re finally in the right place to fall in love.
“Let’s take a shower together," she whispers in my ear.
I spring to my feet, sweeping her into my arms as she giggles, the sound soft and intoxicating.
Holding her close, I carry her to the bathroom, keeping her flush against me as I lean around her to turn on the shower head.
A warm steam begins to billow against the glass enclosure, and I take a moment to look at her—really look at her for the first time since I arrived tonight.
Her green eyes are bright, still glazed with that just-fucked, blissful look, and her lips curve into a satisfied smile that makes my chest ache.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I say, my voice low and raw. “Tell me you’re done with the other guy. That it’s only me now.”
On her tiptoes, she presses a soft kiss to my lips, her whisper a declaration that melts every part of me. “I’m yours, Wilder Cameron. I think I knew it the moment you showed up in the clinic that I’d be cancelling that second date with the other guy eventually.”
Damn, those words couldn’t be sweeter if they were dipped in honey.
I lift her effortlessly and step into the shower, placing her beneath the hot spray.
Her golden skin glistens as the water pours over her, and my body reacts instantly, already hard again as I join her from behind.
Reaching for the soap, I lather it in my hands, taking my time as I run my palms over every inch of her body.
She leans back against my chest, her head tilted to the side as the steam swirls around us.
Once the soap rinses away, my hands wander lower, sliding between her thighs.
My fingers find her clit, circling it slowly, while my other hand teases her pointed nipples.
She moans softly, her body arching into my touch.
The sound is pure music, and I lean down just enough to murmur against her ear, “You’re so damn sexy like this.
I need to taste you. It’s been too long. ”
She nods, her breathing ragged, and steps back as I guide her to sit on the tiled seat near the back.
Her legs fall open, her body completely bared to me, and my gaze drinks her in.
She’s drenched—a mixture of the water cascading from above and the evidence of her arousal from everything we’ve done tonight.
I drag two fingers up her slit, spreading her folds before sliding them inside. The tight, wet heat of her grips me, and I pump in and out slowly, savoring the way she trembles beneath me while I rub at her clit.
The steam fills the air as her head falls back against the tile. Her eyes remain locked on mine as I lower to my knees then dip my head to her clit, flicking my tongue over it with a low hum.
“I thought about you a lot while we were apart,” I say between strokes, my breath warm against her.
“You… you did?” Her voice is unsteady, caught somewhere between surprise and pleasure.
I nod, my fingers moving steadily in and out as I glance up at her. “Every damn time I called that cat Teagan, I wondered where you were. If I’d ever be a man worthy of your love or if you’d moved on. Found someone who could cherish you the way you deserved. I wouldn’t have blamed you.”
She shakes her head, her voice firm despite the way her body shudders. “You’ve always been worthy, Wilder.”
“No.” I pause, my fingers still moving, my voice low and resolute. “I wasn’t. Not then. I wasn’t even worthy of being Willow’s father. But I’ve changed, Teagan. And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitches as she nods, her eyes softening. “I understand. Don’t ever let me go again.”
I lower my head, brushing my lips over her clit in a teasing nip before thrusting my tongue deep inside her. Her taste coats my face and beard, and her hands fly to my head, but I pull back just enough to murmur, “Hands on the wall behind you. Don’t touch.”
She hesitates for half a second before pressing her palms firmly to the tile, her body trembling beneath me.
“Good girl,” I say, returning my tongue to her, stroking and tasting her until her thighs are quivering against my shoulders. “When you come, you say my name. Always.”
“Yes… yes,” she moans, her hips rocking against my face, desperate for more friction, desperate for her third release of the night that she deserves.
And then I feel it—the sweet, telling tremble of her thighs as her body tightens around me and her walls clench down.
“Wilder, fuck!” she cries out, her voice breaking as she comes apart so beautifully, spilling her pleasure all across my tongue.
I hold her there, my mouth and fingers drawing every last tremor from her body, savoring the way she collapses back against the tile with her lips parted, round breasts heaving.
She’s perfect.
And now, she’s back. When she stills her eyes flutter open, a shy smile flitting across her face.
“You think you have another one in you?” I ask, helping her to stand because I’m hard as a rock and desperate to be in that sweet heat again.
“I have a better idea,” she says, her voice low with a sparkle in her eyes.
Before I can respond, she drops to her knees in front of me. Her hands wrap around my shaft, her grip firm but teasing as she pumps me eagerly. I groan, my head tipping back as my palms brace against the cool tile wall, grounding me to the heat that’s filling my core.
Then her lips close around my tip, and my eyes snap back to her. She hollows her cheeks, her tongue flicking against me in a tantalizing rhythm before she takes me deeper, inch by inch, until her nose brushes against my abdomen.
“Fuck, Teagan…” My voice is rough, unsteady, as she pulls back just enough to flick her tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft. Her hands never stop moving, stroking in perfect time with the swirl of her tongue, every motion deliberate and devastating.
When she swallows me again, her throat tight and hot around my crown, I can’t stop the groan that rumbles through my chest.
Her eyes flick up to mine, filled with mischief and heat, and she hums softly in approval.
“Gonna come,” I rasp, my voice more a warning than declaration. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter. She only nods, taking me deeper, her lips and tongue working me over with maddening skill.
My balls tighten, my spine tingles, and when she swallows again, squeezing me with an intensity that pulls me under, the floodgates open.
“Shit,” I groan, my hand tangling in her hair as my release hits, hot and heavy. My cock pulses in her mouth as wave after wave spills out, and she doesn’t miss a beat. She swallows everything, her tongue licking me clean with slow, purposeful strokes that leave me shuddering.
When she finally pulls back, her lips curl into a satisfied smile, and she looks up at me like she just won a prize. Which doesn’t make sense because tonight, I’m the one who won Teagan.