Chapter 27 #2
I couldn’t keep a steady rhythm as my body caught fire, soaring on a plane of sheer sensation. It coursed through my veins, thrummed beneath my skin, buzzed in my ears.
“Fuck…” I groaned. “Amy … baby…” I fucked her for all I was worth as her body milked me, tightening around my cock.
“That’s it, darlin’. Come for us,” Wolfe crooned. “Come for us so we can come inside you. Deep inside you.”
Amy screamed, her body trembling, her muscles clamping down.
Her orgasm triggered my own, and I could hardly breathe as Wolfe reached down, his hand gripping my thigh as he, too, let himself go.
Half an hour later, after I had caught my breath and Amy had drifted off to sleep, I realized I couldn’t keep still. We had just engaged in what was the most intense, life-altering sex of my entire life. I needed to burn off some of the energy and sleeping wasn’t an option.
So, after disposing of the condom, then gently cleaning Amy with a washcloth and tucking her beneath the blankets, I slipped out of the bedroom with Wolfe right behind me.
As though thinking the same thing, we made our way into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water, and Wolfe proceeded to pull out the ingredients for sandwiches.
“How do you see this playin’ out?” I asked as he placed bologna and cheese on the counter. “I mean really playin’ out.”
I needed to know. Was this forever for us? Were we moving forward? Permanently?
Turning to face me, Wolfe studied me while I waited patiently for the wisdom the man would impart.
“One day at a time,” he said, his tone ringing with honesty.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that Wolfe would say that. The man was a laid-back country boy. Their motto seemed to be one day at a time.
“Is it that easy?” I didn’t believe it was. How could it be?
If I went public with a relationship with these two, I would stir up a world of shit in our small town. People talked, they judged, they assumed shit they had no business assuming.
Wolfe shook his head but moved closer, cupping my face with his hands. Admittedly, I loved it when he did that, exerting his dominance, making me feel as though control was not mine to have. I'd never wanted that before, so I didn’t understand why I wanted it from him, but I did.
“It’s not supposed to be easy,” Wolfe stated firmly. “It’s supposed to be worth it.”
“It is,” I agreed. “Worth it, I mean.”
I could admit that much. I hadn’t been blowing smoke up their asses when I said I loved them. I did. That didn’t mean I wasn’t scared shitless about where this was headed or how it would play out.
“It’s not like we’ll take out a billboard ad,” Wolfe stated, his tone reassuring. “Let’s go about our business. One day at a time.”
He leaned in and kissed me before I could come up with a rebuttal. I would’ve come up with something; however, I got the feeling he wasn’t finished talking.
The kiss lingered for a minute, maybe two. Long enough that I relaxed somewhat.
“I want more than sex,” Wolfe told me. “I want you and Amy in my bed every damn night.”
“Your bed? Why not my bed?”
He pulled back, locking his eyes with mine. “Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it. We don’t have to live here.”
“You’d really do that?” I had figured Wolfe would have balked at the idea.
He took a step back and I waited for the argument, for the man to tell me it wasn’t what he wanted.
“I’ll do whatever I have to in order to hold on to you and Amy. That’s all there is to it.” I waved my hand around my house. “This is nothing more than brick and wood, Rhys. It’s not what’s gonna keep us together.”
I sighed. Damn it. Why did he have to be so damn logical? “I know it’s not. And I’m not hell-bent on my house. I’ll sell the damn thing. It makes no difference to me. But…”
It wasn’t even really about the house. I had no personal attachment to the damn thing. What I really wanted to know was, “Do you think we’re movin’ too fast?”
One minute it felt like we were; the next I felt as though we weren’t moving fast enough.
From the instant Wolfe had called and invited me to the range with him and Amy, things had been moving at the speed of light.
Add to that the fact that Amy was running from a crazy fucker, and I felt as though I was swimming in quicksand, fighting to get my feet beneath me, but it never happened.
Yet when we were apart, I wanted to be with them.
Wolfe shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Think maybe we could slow the horse a bit?”
“Me, personally?” Wolfe shrugged. “I don’t want to slow down. I want to let the momentum carry me where it’s supposed to.”
I saw the truth in his eyes. When the man had said he was all in, he hadn’t been bluffing.
“I’m gonna ask Amy to move in with me,” Wolfe admitted. “I want you here with us, but I get it. I do. You’re the sheriff; you’ve got a reputation to uphold. I’m not lookin’ to destroy that.”
“Goddamn,” I bit out as I turned away from him, sliding my hand over my hair. “Why am I makin’ this so damn complicated? It’s not, is it?”
When I turned back, Wolfe was grinning. “It’s not.”
Neither of us moved for several tense seconds.
I had to spend some time working this out in my head. That’s how I operated. I couldn’t make a decision right now. If I followed my heart, that would be easy, but I needed to give it some serious thought.
“One day at a time,” Wolfe said. “That’s all we can do.”
I nodded.
Turning away from me, Wolfe chuckled. “And I expect you’ll start to enjoy goin’ to sleep in my bed every night and wakin’ up there every mornin’.”
I barked out a laugh. It was always so damn easy for Wolfe.
He glanced over his shoulder. “After all, I fully intend to make it worth your while.”
“Do you now?”
“Oh, I definitely do.”
No doubt he would.
“So, how many—”
Before he could ask whatever he wanted to ask, my phone rang. I glanced down at the screen, noticing it was one of my deputies.
“Sheriff Trevino,” I answered quickly, glancing over at Wolfe.
“Sir, we’ve got a fatality accident. Car plowed into a tree out here on 95. She’s wearin’ a shield. I figure you’re probably gonna want to come out here for this.”
Fatality accident? In my town? Even if Dean hadn’t mentioned the badge, I would’ve questioned it.
Sure, we had plenty of accidents on our stretch of 95.
With a speed limit of sixty-five on the winding road, it wasn’t always pretty.
But a fatality? It would be the first since I took office, and a sense of dread skated down my spine when I asked, “What’s the make and model of the car? ”
“White Ford Taurus. Single female driver.”
The breath rushed out of my lungs as I stared at Wolfe.
“How long ago did this happen?” I asked.
“It looks like … Well, it looks like she’s been here for a little bit. An hour or so? Chris was out patrolling and saw skid marks.”
Shit. “I’ll ... I’m on my way.”
“What’s wrong?” Wolfe asked, standing directly in front of me.
Hanging up, I swallowed hard. “It’s … uh…”
I couldn’t even get the words out before I leaned over, breathing deep as I tried to keep from losing it.