Chapter 9
NINE
WYATT
We pull up to the cabin just as the last light of day fades behind the mountains.
The drive back from the scouting mission took longer than I expected.
The roads were icy in spots, and I drove slow and careful with Junie beside me.
She’s exhausted. I can see it in the way her shoulders slump and her eyes drift shut every few minutes.
I’m tired too, but the kind of tired that comes from hours of staying alert, scanning every shadow, every movement in the trees.
My body feels heavy, but my mind’s still sharp.
The house we found was quiet. No obvious signs of Caleb, but something about the place felt off.
We will talk about it more tomorrow. Tonight, we both need rest.
I kill the engine and turn to her. “We’re home.”
She gives me a small, tired smile. “Home. I like the way that sounds.”
I get out first and come around to her side.
She tries to step down on her own, but her leg is clearly hurting after the long day.
I don’t wait for permission. I scoop her up into my arms, one under her knees and the other behind her back.
She doesn’t protest. She just wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder.
She feels right there. Warm and trusting.
I carry her up the porch steps and through the door, kicking it shut behind us.
The cabin’s cool but not cold. I set her down gently on the edge of the bed and kneel to help her with her boots.
My fingers work the laces carefully, mindful of her injured leg.
She watches me the whole time, her eyes soft in the low light.
When her boots are off, I stand and pull the blankets back for her.
“You need to rest,” I say. “We both do.”
She nods, but instead of lying down right away, she reaches for me. Her hand catches the front of my shirt and tugs me closer. I go willingly, leaning down until our faces are inches apart. Her eyes are tired but bright with something warmer. Something that makes my pulse kick up.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I don’t need to be told twice. I cup her face with both hands and kiss her slow and deep.
She sighs into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my shirt.
The kiss starts gentle, but it quickly turns hungry.
Weeks of wanting her pour out of me. I taste her, claim her, let her feel exactly how much I’ve been holding back.
She kisses me back with the same need, her tongue sliding against mine, her body arching up to meet me.
I break the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head.
Her hands roam over my chest, tracing the lines of muscle and old scars.
I groan at her touch. She’s so soft, so warm, so perfect.
I kiss her again, harder this time, as I ease her back onto the bed.
I’m careful with her leg, positioning it gently on a pillow.
She reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her.
“I want you,” she breathes against my lips. “I’ve wanted you since the first night.”
The words snap the last of my control. I kiss down her neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin until she whimpers.
My hands slide under her sweater, pushing it up and off.
She’s bare underneath. I groan at the sight of her, her breasts full and perfect, nipples already tight.
I lower my head and take one into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand teases the other.
She arches into me, her fingers threading through my hair.
“Wyatt,” she moans. “Please.”
I move lower, kissing down her stomach, over her hips. I peel her leggings and panties down slowly. When she’s completely bare, I spread her thighs and settle between them. She’s wet and glistening for me. I drag my tongue up her center in one long, slow lick and groan at the taste of her.
“So sweet,” I rasp. “So wet for me already. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you.”
She whimpers, hips lifting. I hold her down gently and lick her again, slower this time, savoring every inch.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then suck it gently into my mouth.
She cries out, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right while I keep working her clit.
She’s tight and hot, pulsing around me. I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for my cock.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Ride my face, baby girl. Use Daddy’s tongue. I want you to come all over it.”
She does, hips rocking faster, breath coming in short gasps.
I keep the pressure steady, fingers thrusting deep, tongue relentless.
When she comes, it’s with a broken cry, her walls clamping down around my fingers in rhythmic pulses.
I lick her through every wave, drawing it out until she’s shaking and whimpering.
I kiss my way back up her body, sucking marks into her skin along the way.
When I reach her mouth, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moans into the kiss, her hands sliding down to my belt.
I help her undo it, shoving my jeans and boxers down.
My cock springs free, hard and aching, the head already slick.
She wraps her hand around me and strokes slowly. “I want you inside me,” she whispers. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”
I groan at the word. “You’re going to get me, baby girl. But I’m going to take my time. I want to feel every inch of you.”
I settle between her thighs and rub the head of my cock along her slick folds, teasing her entrance, bumping her clit with every pass. She whimpers, hips lifting, trying to take me.
“Patience,” I murmur, leaning down to suck on her nipple. “I want you dripping for me. Want you desperate.”
I keep teasing her until she’s begging, then I push inside her slowly, inch by careful inch. She’s so tight, so hot, so perfect. When I’m buried to the hilt, I stay still, letting her adjust, kissing her softly. “You’re so fucking tight. Are you a virgin?”
She nods, her eyes boring into mine. “Yeah. I am.”
I growl at the thought of being the first man to be with her like this. I swear it makes me fall even harder for her. “You’re mine,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she breathes, legs wrapping around my waist. “All yours.”
I start to move, slow, deep rolls of my hips. I want her to feel every inch. Want her to know exactly who is loving her. She meets my thrusts, moaning softly with every deep stroke. I lean down and kiss her again, swallowing her sounds, then move to her neck, sucking marks into her skin.
I pick up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper. The bed creaks beneath us. Skin slaps against skin. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, feeling her tighten around me.
“Come for me,” I growl. “I want to feel you milk my cock. Want to fill you up while you’re still coming. Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl. Let me give you everything.”
She shatters with a cry, walls pulsing around me in strong waves. The sensation pulls me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and come hard, groaning her name as I pulse inside her, filling her with every drop.
We stay locked together for a long time afterward, kissing softly, breathing each other in. I roll to the side and pull her against my chest, stroking her back, her hair, every inch of her I can reach. She snuggles into me, one leg thrown over mine, her hand resting over my heart.
I want to tell her I love her. But not tonight. Not yet. I know she trusts me, but I need to make sure she’s ready to stay here forever with me.