Chapter Seven
Alice
He sucks my tongue into his mouth as he rocks his hard erection against me.
I’m about to die. Not literally of course, I don’t think.
I only know that my heart is hammering so hard against my chest that it feels like I might decease right here and now in this very spot. According to that book at the library, I wouldn’t be the first to die in this old mill, though I wonder if I’d be the first to go by way of sex.
Wyatt stares down at me with dark eyes and a growl in his throat.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed this so damn much.
“Strip your panties off,” he commands as he unbuckles his belt slowly, throwing his jeans to the ground. “I need to see that soft little pussy spread wide for me.”
I’m embarrassed at how soaked I am. Then again it has been four months since I’ve had sex and I’m currently being pumped with every hormone imaginable.
I take off my panties and throw in the bra removal for free.
He seems to like this and dives into my tits immediately. Squeezing, sucking, licking like a starving man who’s seen a steak dinner.
His teeth scrape across my nipples, his tongue flicks my tit, and a deep, resonating growl works its way up his throat until he’s barking out more orders.
“Up against the window, hands on the glass.”
I do as he’s asked and land my hands against the cold windowpane as I kneel on the wooden seat before it, legs slightly spread.
I’ve been in this position before. I know what happens next. I remember how big and thick his cock is. I remember what it feels like to be spread wide and taken hard by this giant beast of a man.
I can’t wait to feel it again!
One rough hand lands on my hip as he positions himself at my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” he groans as the tip of his cock slides inside of me.
At first, his movements are slow and deliberate, and I memorize everything. His massive cock stretching me wider. The heat of his body pressed against mine. The slow rhythmic slap of his balls. The faint scent of pine that gets stronger with every thrust.
Then, he picks up speed. He picks up speed and my nipples press against the cold glass, my hands slide and squeak, my pussy clenches around his cock, and I whimper and whine for more.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard in this little pussy,” he growls as he thrusts harder. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”
I have a roundabout idea because I’ve thought about it too… a lot.
Morning, mid-morning, afternoon, late afternoon, evening, late night. It’s all I think about.
“Don’t stop! I’m so close!” I pant helplessly as he thrusts inside of me over and over again.
“Come on my cock, peach. I need to feel it.” There’s this raw, rugged, desperation in his tone that does something to my nervous system. I can’t explain what exactly. I only know that it’s the most genuine feeling I’ve ever had in my life.
It’s feral, animalistic, wild, uncontrollable.
Oh my God! My pussy clenches down on his thick cock, and everything I’ve been holding onto since I left springs free at once. My body convulses around his thickness, and I scream out as waves of pleasure overwhelm me.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me.” He growls out the words as he pulls me in by the hips and works toward his own release.
Right about then is when I glance up to see a big Ram truck pulling up into the driveway. It’s the same truck that was parked next to me at the salon.
“I can’t stop,” Wyatt groans as he thrusts faster.
“Then don’t stop. Come for me. I need you to fill me up, Wyatt. Please!” We’ve waited months, two more seconds is all we need.
Just two.
Wyatt thrusts again and again, groaning, gripping, grinding harder and faster until he presses in one last time with a growl so loud, I feel the window shake. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I pant as I attempt to stay steady as he thrusts the last bits of his seed inside of me.
He’s still thrusting when the man from the lifted truck climbs down and stares at me.
Oh God!
My nipples are pressed against the glass, I’m panting for relief, and Wyatt is still attached to me!
Oh no!
“I’m gonna have to pull out. I don’t want to pull out.” His tone is drunk sounding, as though he’s still high from his release.
“We’ve gotta get dressed. The door is unlocked, and he’s like ten feet away.” I’m giggling like a schoolgirl as I talk, still high myself.
Wyatt pulls out with a grunt, and we scramble for our clothes, dressing ourselves and each other with seconds to spare, though I’m not sure we’re fooling anyone. My hair is a mess, and the room smells like some kind of pine-sex combination.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Wade doesn’t seem like the understanding type. His shoulders are squared and his eyes are wide like he’s about to blow.
His haircut looks good, though. Sara did a great job with the tapering.
“I’m working.” Wyatt picks up his tool belt and snaps the buckle around his waist.
“You’re fucking on my dime is what you’re doing.”
“I’m pregnant!” I shout out the news as though it’s going to save us from whatever this is. “I’m sorry. You said he was out here working, and I got excited to tell him the news.”
Wade stands in the doorway, massive arms crossed over his chest, his mouth pinched shut as though he’s uncomfortable and has no clue what to say.
“I pulled up a bunch of the old pine. The guy you had out here before me put warped boards in. Someone left the wood out in the elements. I called for a new delivery. Should be here any time now.” Wyatt nods toward the back door.
“I used what was left in the shed to start the back of the house. Figure I can work late a few nights this week and get ahead of schedule.”
My heart hammers against my chest. I know how hard Wyatt’s worked to get his life back on track and I know how this looks to Wade who’s still not speaking. In fact, I’m not even sure he’s breathing.
“How’s Sara doing? Seems like you two are getting really close.” I’m not sure what I mean by this. It sort of just comes out, but it seems to affect him somehow.
He drops his arms to the side and then crosses them again as though he’s thoroughly confused by our erratic response.
I’m not sure that was our plan, but it seems to have worked.
“I don’t mind if she stops by, but stop fucking on the clock.
” He huffs out, “I know about the wood. The lumber lot gave me a call, and I picked it up for you. Get outside and help me unload.” He turns towards the door and lets it swing shut with a thump.
When he’s gone, Wyatt turns toward me and leans in with a kiss. “We do like making memories, don’t we, peach?”
I smile and tip up onto my toes, landing my lips on his again and again. “I hope we never stop.”
“Won’t happen.” He grabs my waist and pulls me tight against his massive frame. “You’re mine now and I’m never letting you go again.”
“Promise?” I smile.
“I promise,” he groans as his hand moves up my back and slides into my back pocket. “What’s this?” He pulls out the piece of paper the doctor gave me the other day. The one I’ve been carrying around and trying not to look at.
“It’s the sex of the baby. The doctor wrote it down in case I wanted to know.”
“So, you haven’t opened it yet?”
I shake my head as I stare up at him. “Do you want to?”
“If you do,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose.
I take the paper from his hand, our fingers brushing together as I unfold the wrinkled white sheet and stare down at the three letters that change our lives.
“Boy. We’re having a boy.” Tears fall from my eyes on cue, as though I’ve been planning their arrival, as Wyatt lifts me into his arms and swings me in circles.
“A boy! My boy! We’re having a boy!”
“We’re having a boy,” I repeat as I stare at the man I’ve been in love with for as long as I can remember. “We’re having a boy, and you should probably get outside to help Wade before he blows a gasket.”
Wyatt laughs under his breath then kisses the top of my head. “You’re right, but we’re celebrating tonight and I’m doing all this all over again. Got it?”
“If you think you can handle me a second time.”
He chuckles emphatically before leaning in closer. “Trust me when I tell you, you’re never leaving my sight again.”