Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Theo
It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to finish, but I need her to come undone around me one more time. I need to hear those breathless moans, see her hazel eyes glaze over with that look only I can elicit. I’m a selfish, greedy bastard, and I don’t care.
“You’ve got one more in you,” I murmur, my voice low and rough as I arch her leg higher, pushing deeper, savoring every tight, wet inch.
She gasps, her head falling back, nails digging into my back as I hold myself steady, thrusting harder, deeper, addicted to the way her walls clench around me.
“Theo, I—” She moans, voice breaking. “I don’t think I can...”
“You can. And you will,” I growl against her mouth, my words possessive, unrelenting.
She trembles, whimpering my name in a long, needy breath, and when I kiss her, she melts into me, her body arching, yielding, as I hit that perfect spot again and again.
“Yes, mi amor?” I murmur against her lips, and she shudders beneath me.
Her nails rake down my back in delicious pain as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. She’s so damn perfect it makes my head spin.
“That feels... Theo, it’s incredible,” she moans, her voice a breathless whisper, and I can feel her body starting to quiver, edging closer, her grip on me tightening.
I chuckle, dark and low, biting down gently on her neck, reveling in the shivers that ripple through her. “You want me to hit that spot again? Or...” I pause, holding myself deep inside her, pressing up into her, grinding against her in a way that will drive her wild. “Is this good?” I rasp, rough with restraint.
“Holy . . . fuck.”
Her body starts to shake, her legs tightening around me, and the pressure building inside me is hotter, harder, until it’s almost too much to bear. She has me teetering on the edge like no one else, my head spinning, pulse pounding.
She wraps one leg around my waist and meets my thrusts, her hips rolling up to meet mine, our bodies moving in sync, building higher, faster. I press my lips to her neck, groaning against her skin as I suck, leaving a mark, staking my claim.
Her skin is warm and impossibly soft beneath my touch, and I revel in the way she molds into me, matching each of my thrusts. Her breath hitches against my shoulder, and my body responds with an intensity I’ve never felt before. Every moan, every shiver—each sensation is amplified, searing an imprint on my mind.
“I’m coming, Theo!” Her body tenses, and her walls tighten around me, dragging me under, pulling me over the edge.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl.
I spill into her as she comes undone, my cock throbbing with each pulse of release, her body milking every last drop from me. I slide a hand into her hair, pulling her into a desperate kiss, swallowing her moans as she rides out every wave, our bodies locked together in shared, breathless pleasure.
Gripping her ass, I drive into her one last time as my climax shatters through me, a final, raw surge that leaves me lightheaded, spent, my heart hammering in my chest, echoing in my ears. I’m barely breathing, my body alive, buzzing, every sense heightened as I collapse beside her, a satisfied, primal desire flooding my veins.
As I lie there, my chest heaving, I glance over at her, feeling the lingering traces of pleasure, the remnants of her warmth pressed against me. We’re both still, our fingers loosely intertwined, our breaths slowing together, and for the first time in years, I’m utterly, blissfully complete.
Our breathing syncs, a slow rhythm that fills the room. I run a lazy hand along her arm, memorizing the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I can’t help but pull her close, wanting to feel her heartbeat against mine, grounding myself beside her.
Wren’s face is flushed, her eyes half closed as she looks at me, lips parted, still catching her breath. She smiles softly, and I’m struck by the pure, unguarded beauty in her expression. Her hand finds my chest, resting just above my heart, and her fingers trace slow circles on my skin, an intimate touch that sends a shiver through me.
“You okay?” I murmur, brushing a stray piece of hair from her forehead, my thumb lingering there as I get lost in the depth of her gaze.
She nods, her lips curving into a smile as she snuggles into me, her head resting on my shoulder. “Better than okay,” she whispers, her voice warm, content. “I didn’t know... I could feel like this.” Her eyes meet mine again, and there’s a softness there, a vulnerability that warms my chest.
My heart soars, and I can’t help but flip over and kiss her. I’ll never tire of it. How she makes my skin tingle from one simple touch. I can truly say I’ve never experienced anything like this, and it should surprise me that it’s happening with Wren, but it doesn’t.
I run my fingers through her hair, the silken strands slipping through my hand, and a part of me wants to say it, wants to tell her just how much she means to me, how long I’ve waited for this moment. But words are too small, too insignificant, so instead, I press a kiss to her forehead, hoping she can feel everything I want to say in that one simple gesture.
We lie in silence for a moment, wrapped around each other, and peace settles over me, a quiet I haven’t felt in a long time. She shifts, tracing her fingers over my chest, pausing to rest over my heart.
It’s strange, the way she feels so right against me. I’ve had countless moments like this, but this time... it’s as if I’m waking up to something that was missing all along. Wren isn’t just a beautiful, aching desire—she’s my quiet, my peace. For the first time, there’s no itch to fill some empty space.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” I finally say.
She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes wide, as if she’s surprised by the raw honesty in my words.
With anyone else, I’d already be pulling back, protecting myself from getting too close. But with her, it’s different—I don’t want to hide. Being here, wrapped around her, is like finally finding something I didn’t know I needed.
“You mean that?” she asks, her tone tentative, almost as if she doesn’t believe it, and a pang hits my chest, realizing how much I’ve kept from her all these years.
I take her hand, pressing it to my lips, my gaze never leaving hers. “I mean every word.” And I hope she sees the truth in my eyes. “It’s always been you, Wren. From the first moment... I’ve been yours.”
Her expression softens, her eyes filling with something I can’t quite name, and she leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips, slow and gentle, a promise. When she pulls back, there’s a tear in her eye, and she laughs, brushing it away with a shaky smile. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” she murmurs, trailing her fingers down my arm, tracing every line, as if trying to memorize me.
“Well, now you do.” I pull her close, and we settle back into each other, wrapped in the quiet certainty that whatever happens next, we’ll face it together.
Tangled in each other, we let the world fall away, our only reality the steady beat of our hearts and the feeling of skin against skin.
“What now?” she whispers as our lips part.
“That depends.” I tilt my head.
“On what?” She arches a brow.
“On whether or not you want to be more than friends.”
Her mouth curves into a wide grin, sending my stomach into somersaults.
“That’s an easy answer,” Wren says.
“Is it now?” I try to suppress the smile that’s threatening to split my face.
“You’re going to make me say it?” She shakes her head. And when I nod, she chuckles. “I want to see where this goes, Theo.” Her tone lowers, and she doesn’t avert her eyes from mine. “I want to be more than friends.”
A mischievous thought comes to mind, and I purse my lips. “I’m not sure I feel the same.”
She punches me in the arm, and my jaw drops open.
“You jerk,” Wren exclaims with a slight laugh.
“Careful, or we’ll have our first fight.” I tease her.
She goes to tickle me, but I grab her hands. “You just said you didn’t feel the same,” she says, fighting my hold on her.
“I don’t know, Wren, this seems like an omen.”
She goes limp, her chest meeting mine. “I don’t believe in omens.”
“What do you believe in, then?” I ask while wrapping my arms around her.
“Us.”
I smile up at her, and rest my hand against her cheek, loving how she looks at me. “That’s all we need.”
“That’s cheesy.” She rolls her eyes.
“You said it first!” I laugh. Grabbing her hips, I tickle her mercilessly.
“Theo!” Wren squirms, and her laughter fills the room like music.
Her attempt to ward off my attack is fruitless. I’m driven by seeing her relaxed and her gorgeous smile. Every spot I discover makes her squeal in delight, but it’s not long before she’s begging me to stop.
“Theo, please, I can’t breathe!”
“Okay, okay.” I give in, and she works on gathering her composure.
“Thank you,” she says on an exhale.
But then she relaunches the attack on me, and I let out a surprised roar. “Wren!”
She resumes the tickle war, her fingers relentlessly tracing and moving along my waist and my sides. Thankfully, I’m much stronger than she is. So, I scoop her in my arms and flip her onto her side, forcing her into a cuddle position.
“You need to relax,” I pant against her ear.
“You started it.” She pinches my side before snuggling close to me. “Mmm, you feel nice.”
The way she melts in my arms relaxes me. Wren has always worked her magic on me in one way or another, and this may be my favorite. With her bare chest against mine, I run my fingers through her hair and kiss the top of her head.
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask what was in the big boxes you managed to get inside.”
She nearly pops back up, but I hold her still.
She pulls back as much as she can with my arms wrapped around her. “What is it?”
“A gaming computer.”
Her brows knit together. “You already have one.”
“It’s for you.”
Those gorgeous hazel eyes widen, and she smiles wide. “What?”
“Just like the old days.”
“Thank you.” She kisses me, and I’m coming to realize that if she kisses me whenever she’s grateful, I’m going to be a very happy man.
“You get some sleep, mi amor. I’ll set it up so we can game later.”
With a slight nod, she rests her head against my shoulder, and her body sinks against me. I keep my arms around her, not willing to let go.
She absentmindedly traces little circles on my chest, her breathing soft and even. I kiss her forehead, watching as her eyes flutter closed, a look of peace settling over her. I hold her tighter, noting her heartbeat is in sync with mine, the quiet understanding between us grounding me in a way I never thought possible.
A few minutes pass before Wren is fast asleep. With slow and careful movements, I get out of bed, redress, and ensure she’s comfortable before settling on the floor to set up her new desk and computer. It doesn’t take me long since I have experience with technology from my angsty teen years. Two hours pass before it’s all assembled, and I have to say I did a fantastic job.
With two monitors, a comfortable office chair, and an L-shaped desk. I glance back at her. My heart settles as I watch her chest rise and fall. Since I no longer have to fight my feelings, I crawl across the bed.
“Sweetheart,” I whisper, but she doesn’t budge. I kiss her cheek, then her lips, and murmur, “You need to wake up.”
“Five more minutes?—”
I take her whine in my mouth as I kiss her, and it’s not long before I’m hard again.
“How are you?” I ask against her mouth.
“I need you again,” she says breathlessly. “But my body hurts.”
With a groan, I smother my desire and focus on her needs. “You need to rest. Why don’t I cook us some lunch?”
“You? Cook?”
Her wide eyes make me chuckle. “I can cook.”
“Since when?”
“I’ve been living by myself for some time now,” I say as I stand.
“That doesn’t explain the drawer full of takeout menus or the multitude of delivery apps on your phone.”
“I’m about to prove you wrong.” I lean down to kiss her again before walking into the kitchen. “Don’t fall back asleep!”
Wren groans, and I smile to myself.
I’m not great in the kitchen, but I’m not terrible. Mom taught me the basics. It’s not her fault I’m a lousy student. I peek into the fridge and take out a pack of chicken tenderloins.
“Lunch is served,” I declare as I enter her room. Wren is now sprawled out in the center of the bed. “Are you?—”
“I’m alive.” Her voice is muffled from the blankets.
“Are you sure?” I ask while stifling my laughter.
When she sits up, her hair is sticking up in all directions, and she has a red handprint on her cheek. I open my mouth to speak but stop when she holds up a finger.
“Don’t utter a word.”
I offer her a bowl and sit beside her. “I hope you like it.”
She takes a deep breath in. “It smells amazing. What is it?”
“Three of your favorite things: rice, cheese, and gluten-free gravy. Plus some chicken for protein.”
Taking the spoon, she scoops some up and places it in her mouth. If it’s as good as it smells, she’s going to love it.
Her eyes close, and her shoulders drop as she sighs. “This is amazing.”
With a proud smile, I rest my knee against hers and start to eat. Wren puts a show on her phone, and we watch it quietly. This is the kind of silence I can tolerate. It’s when I’m alone that the rooms close in on themselves. With Wren, I don’t mind it because every now and then, she’ll laugh.
Every bite she takes, every little smile or laugh, fills me with a sense of pride I can’t explain. I never thought making her feel at home would mean so much, but it does—seeing her so content makes everything... right.
“Theo, did you see that?” she laughs.
Keeping my eyes on her, I smile as she rewinds the video for me.
“Pay attention.” Her giggle is music to my ears. When I don’t avert my gaze, she takes my chin in her hand and moves my face toward the phone. “Watch.”
“Okay, okay,” I playfully sigh.
Yeah, this is what I prefer.
No doubt about it.