Chapter 11
“M ine.” Wade's hot breath fills my ear and makes my spine tingle.
“Leia?” Caleb saying my name a little sharper snaps me out of my daydream. “You gonna pour that gravy or stare at it?” he asks impatiently, and when I look up I see all the Mason men's eyes focused on me around the table.
“Sorry, I was just—”
“Wedding stuff, huh? These things send women crazy.” Mr Mason chuckles loudly, revealing the contents of his mouth and making it really hard for me to hide the disgust from my face.
“Speaking of wedding stuff, how's your maid of honor? She must be ready to drop her litter any day now.” Leonard tries being funny and instead of laughing, I glare at him across the table.
“Don’t talk about my friend like that,” I warn him sternly, not giving a shit where I am or who hears me. Leonard keeps a smarmy smile on his face and shrugs.
“Put your dog back in the kennel, Caleb, I was only making a joke.” He looks me in the eye as he speaks to his brother and when I go to launch at him across the table, Caleb holds me back.
“Relax, he’s just messin’ with you. It’s what we do, right, Joe?
” Caleb looks to Joe for support but he seems a million miles away.
It’s only been five months since his wife was killed, and the police are still no closer to finding out who did it.
It’s just another great Fork River mystery.
There were suspicions that it was him at one time, but even the Carsons have given up on that theory.
The fact he’s still breathing is a good indication of that.
“You know, maybe you wouldn’t look so smug if Garrett heard you talk about his wife like that, in fact, I’d bet on you crapping your pants.”
“Leia!” Mr Mason looks at me, outraged.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just messing. It’s what we do, right?” I retake my seat and pick up my fork, scowling across the table at Leonard as I eat.
The rest of the dinner is awkwardly silent and after Leonard excuses himself to make a call, and Joe heads out to check the horses, I feel Caleb's hand start to slide up my leg and it makes me shiver.
“I’ll leave you love birds to it.” Old man Mason struggles up onto his walking stick and hobbles out the room.
“You know, hearin’ you talk back to my brother like that got me kinda hot,” Caleb whispers in my ear as his hand travels higher. I grab his wrist and hold firm to stop it going under my skirt.
“Your brother’s a jerk.” I turn my head and stare at him coldly.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this whole, ‘wait until the weddin’ night’ thing, and although it’s cute, I’m thinkin’ there's already gonna be a lot of pressure on the day. Do you really want that added stress? The first time really hurts. I don’t want ya hurtin’ on our weddin’ night.
” He starts kissing my neck and my body goes rigid.
When I close my eyes, all I can think about is Wade. Yeah, it hurt a little, that was to be expected given the size of him, but it was a satisfying kinda hurt that I can’t explain.
“You wanna stay here tonight?” Caleb’s voice turns the vision I have of Wade into one of him and it makes me stand on my feet, desperate to run.
“I should get back home. Karina wants me to go over the playlist for the reception before she gives it to Zayne.” I come up with a lame-ass excuse and Caleb picks up the napkin beside his plate and wipes his mouth, trying to tamp down his frustration.
He fails and after he’s slammed it back on the table, he takes me by surprise when he stands on his feet and grabs hold of my cheeks.
“You know, when you’re my wife, things are gonna change. You will not disrespect my family the way you just did, and you will not refuse me a damn thing.” He forces his lips onto mine, coldly, before he releases me and storms out.
I let out the breath I’ve been holding and watch him leave, wondering what the hell I’m letting myself in for.
I deserve better than this. I deserve to know why my parents are condoning me to a life of fucking misery, and when I grab my purse and head out the door, I have every intention of driving home to find out.
Somehow, I don’t make it home. I end up at the Carson ranch which is the last place I should be, especially after what happened with Wade in the kitchen earlier.
It made this fuck-up of a situation a whole lot worse, and the fact I haven’t stopped thinking about him all day is not helping me convince myself that me and him are wrong at all.
How can things change so fast? Yesterday, Wade was just my friend, now he’s all I can think about, and as much as I try to deny it, the reason I’m here right now is because I need to see him.
I’m about to knock on the door when I see a light on in the stable, and looking through the partially open door, I know that the boots I can see propped up on a wheelbarrow belong to him.
I pull all my confidence together and march across the yard, despite the voice in my head screaming at me to turn around and get back into my car. But the way my heart hammers in my chest gives me enough determination to ignore that voice.
Wade is slouched on a stool, his back resting against the stable wall, with a spliff hanging from his lips. He’s scrolling through his phone and looks deep in thought.
“Wanna go twos?” I hit him with the same words I did the day I caught him smoking a joint behind the science block at school when we were in the 9th grade. Then, I smile at him the way I used to before things got weird between us.
“Don’t think your daddy would like that,” he throws back with the same response he did all those years ago, and although I only get a half smile in return, at least it’s something.
“There’s a lot of things I do these days that I don’t think my daddy would like,” I admit, and when he looks up at me from under the rim of his hat and smirks, I swear my heart skips a beat.
“Whatcha doin’ here, Leia?” He quickly gets back to being serious again and I don’t know what to say to him. I’ve got such mixed feelings I can’t give him a straight answer.
“What happened between us—”
“In the motel or the kitchen?” he interrupts, staring at me blankly.
“Both.” My skin flushes with heat when I think about it.
“I’m marrying Caleb, and there's nothing that can change that.”
Wade crushes out his smoke under his boot and goes to stand up like he's gonna argue, and my response completely contradicts my words. I launch myself onto him, straddling his lap before he can get up, kissing his lips so hard he loses the words he was gonna come back at me with.
He holds still for a while, letting my lips do all the work, but I soon feel his hand slip up the back of my top, tracing over my spine and making my skin shiver as his tongue begins to lap around mine.
His other hand fists at my hair and that instinct starts to take over again.
The one that tells me this feels too good to be wrong, making me wonder how we went so long without it.
“Leia.” Wade uses his grip on my hair to pull me away, and he stares at me with such confusion.
“I want this. I want you, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do about Cale—”
Wade slams his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” he warns me, slowly sliding the arch of his hand down my body and lifting me under my ass so we’re standing up.
He walks us across the stable, pressing my back against one of the thick, wooden beams, pinning me to it by his hips as he shrugs out of his jacket and lets it fall to the ground.
“I have to marry him.” I blurt out more words that neither of us want to hear as he starts to unbuckle his belt, and when I feel the thick head of his cock press against my panties, the same way it did last night, I forget all about the predicament I’m in and rub myself against it needily.
“Ya want this?” Wade asks, tilting his head and staring deep into my eyes.
“I…I…” I have no words, nor a conclusion. I won’t let anything bad happen to my father. Not marrying Caleb isn’t an option here, but it seems that not having Wade, here like this, isn’t either.
“You just tell me when to stop,” Wade whispers, keeping his lips pressed tight against mine.
“We’re gonna get hurt,” I warn when his finger slides into the side of my panties and hooks them across. His hard flesh touches mine and makes the emptiness in the pit of my stomach swallow me whole.
“Ya feel that? How wet ya are for me?” Wade's cock slips between my pussy lips with such ease and I soak it so much that when it slowly edges inside me it doesn’t sting like it did before.
“Ya want me to stop?” he asks, pausing before he lets it go in any further, and when I open my eyes and see the intensity in his, I shake my head back at him.
It takes one painfully, slow thrust for him to sink all the way inside me.
My toes curl and my thighs clutch tight around him as he holds himself deep.
“I… I…” I’m speechless because I don’t know how the hell I’ve let myself get into this same situation, sober, and the last thing I want is for him to stop.
Wade kisses me before I can get any words out, rolling his hips against me and clutching my ass in his strong hands as he builds up that pleasure inside me that makes me want to scream.
“Feels good, don’t it?” His voice teases softly in my ear as his cock slides in and out of me.
I clutch the fabric of his shirt and bite at his shoulder to stop myself from letting that scream free.
The sound of shuffling that comes from around us reminds me that we aren’t alone, we’re surrounded by horses, but even that can’t distract me from how good it feels to have him inside me again.
Wade’s thrusts pick up, becoming faster, and I hear myself moan, and beg. I can’t seem to control it, my limbs feel limp, my head is spinning, and as I clench around him I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt more complete.
“You feel so fuckin’ good when you come,” Wade growls into my neck, working his hips faster and prolonging the pleasure a little longer.
“ Shit !” He pulls out of me so fast that when he places me back on my feet I wobble. “Get on your knees,” he commands, surprising me at how much I like the way it sounds.
“Why?” I ask, already doing as I’m told.
“Because you're takin’ this in your mouth.” He presses his thick cock between my lips.
“I want ya to taste that. You taste yourself and how good it is on me.” He slides his hand behind my ear and raises my head up to look at him.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect, Leia Walker. You’re perfect and you’re mine, no one fuckin’ else’s. ”
I nod back at him, tasting myself on his cock as his hand guides my head to slide up and down his shaft until he empties into my mouth and fills it with the taste of his own pleasure.
“Holy shit,” he curses breathlessly, and I look up through my lashes, watching him fall apart as he fucks my mouth.
I try my hardest not to choke on him as he throbs between my lips and when he looks down at me, he growls like a wolf.
I’ve barely had a chance to swallow him before he drags me back onto my feet, grasps my chin, and claims my mouth with his tongue.
“You ain’t runnin’ from me this time.” He holds me firm, his eyes daring me to even try. And I fear that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Things between us aren’t weird anymore, they just became desperate.