Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Lou
“How was it?” Frankie wrapped her arms around me as soon as we got back to the inn. “Are you okay?”
“It was fine—I’m fine.” I sighed and hugged her, my eyes closing for a second in the safety of my sister’s embrace. “How was everything here? Any problems? Did the check-out go okay?”
After asking to extend their visit for two more days—a request I was happy to accommodate—the newlywed couple was scheduled for a late check-out this afternoon, right in the middle of the fray.
“No hiccups at all. Well, except for Logan’s.” She smiled and turned to Chandler who held their son cradled to his chest while talking to Wade. Looking back at me, she asked, “What are you going to do?”
I lowered my head, watching Wade from underneath my lashes. He’d had his eyes on me all night at Mom’s as I made up lies about my and Blaze’s relationship, and then wanted to leave so suddenly but hadn’t said a word on the drive back. I knew why. It was the same reason Jamie was always quiet when he’d pick us up from one of Frankie’s failed pranks when we were younger: He wanted unobstructed time to talk, and car rides didn’t last long enough for the conversation he wanted to have.
“I don’t know.” The real question was: What was Wade going to do with me?
I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. Had I said something he realized couldn’t be true? Had my brothers said something to him out on the deck? Had Max?
The way Wade stormed outside in the first place had put me on edge, so I’d checked in with Frankie, not the other way around. I wanted to know if the coast was clear because being at Mom’s… having to lie to all of them… I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“They’re going to be so upset with me,” I said softly to my sister so Wade wouldn’t hear.
“Who? Mom? Jamie and Kit?” She made a pfft noise and reached for my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d been pulling on a thread at the end of my sleeve. “They can’t be upset with you for living your own life, Lou.”
“I think they already are.” Our brothers had been skeptical and broody all evening.
“They’re upset because you broke out of your mold. Because you did something they didn’t know about, and that’s never happened before. It doesn’t mean you did something wrong. It just means they’re having to realize they were never entitled to every detail about your life.”
I squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile. Frankie did know how to put things in perspective.
Our conversation lulled for a moment as Wade and Chandler went into the living room to look outside. The street had been clear when we drove by. I didn’t expect it to be any different now.
“You know the reason Chandler and I stayed at the inn that whole week?” Frankie asked, her eyes still focused on her husband.
My brow creased. Was this a trick question?
“Because you lied about the inn being haunted, and Chandler called you on it, so you both had to stay,” I recalled the beginning of their relationship.
“Yes… but no,” Frankie said, one corner of her mouth tipping. “We ended up in a predicament because of a lie, but we stayed at the inn because of the truth.” She looked at me then—my bewildered expression—and her smile widened. “We stayed because we felt something for one another. A little bit of loathing at the time, yes, but also attraction. Connection. We stayed in the lie because the truth was we didn’t want to be apart from one another.”
I blinked slowly. They’d stayed in the lie in order to stay together . Was that why I was so eager to live in mine? Because the moment I told Wade the truth, I risked losing the only man I’d ever felt something for?
“I see,” I murmured.
“All I’m saying, Lou, is don’t get so lost in the little bits of lies that you miss the raging current of truth running underneath them all.”
“Raging?”
Frankie shrugged. “It felt like the right word to describe the tension between you and Wade.”
My jaw dropped and then snapped shut when the guys returned to the reception, Wade’s eyes immediately hunting for mine.
“We should get going, Frankie,” Chandler rumbled, and my sister nodded, approaching her husband and taking the baby from his arms.
“Say goodnight to Auntie Lou,” she cooed, giving me one last half-hug as I kissed Logan’s forehead.
I stood frozen in place—Wade, too—as my sister and Chandler left, feeling that very raging tension spinning tighter and tighter until the door closed behind them.
“Lou…”
Slowly, I regarded him, my lips leaking every last drop of oxygen from my lungs.
How could I miss the truth? How could I miss the way a single look from him made my nerves fizzle like a water droplet on a hot skillet? How could I miss the way his kiss made me feel or how it was all I wanted?
Trying to keep hold of the little lies was like trying to catch a fish with my bare hands. They slipped and twisted, desperate to escape, but the truth was I needed to hold onto them a little longer so I could have a little longer with him.
Wade stepped closer, his eyes darkening as they roamed my face. “We need to talk.”
Warmth prickled the swells of my cheeks. “Okay.”
He stiffened, and then I heard it: the vibration. His jaw muscle fired as he reached for his phone. The slight sag in his shoulders told me who was calling before he did. “Joanna.”
I nodded and watched him head into the living room, taking the call in a low voice.
Should I wait? My pulse thumped as I looked to the reception desk, instinctively reaching for my daily checklist that Frankie had dutifully marked off everything she’d done. What did he want to talk about?
Air pinched into my lungs, the stream narrowing with each breath. I wasn’t missing the truth… I was afraid of the consequences. I was afraid of what would happen to the tender and untried parts of me if Wade couldn’t get past my lie. I was afraid of what I risked damaging— or losing entirely— if I gave into wanting the man who made me feel things… want things… I’d never wanted before.
Within moments, the hallway felt bereft of oxygen, so I headed upstairs, my heart thudding like footsteps in my chest. I just couldn’t determine if they were running from how I felt about Wade or running toward him.
As soon as I reached the top step, my head swung in the direction of his room. A habit it had formed over the last two weeks. And there I stopped, my heart sinking like an anchor into my stomach, holding me in place.
The door was distinctly cracked open.
“Lou.”
I jumped when he came up behind me and blurted out, “Did you leave the door open earlier?”
It was a dumb question because I was the last of us upstairs. Maybe I missed it. It was possible. But the way my head always turned toward that room lately, no matter which direction I was going, made it incredibly unlikely.
“No.” His voice was a low growl as he moved around me, holding an arm in my direction to signal that I was to stay back. Still, I followed ever so cautiously as he pushed open the door to the room and flicked on the light.
The room wasn’t that big. It only took a second to scan and see it was empty, at which point we both went inside. Unlike the first time we’d both gone inside Blaze’s room, uncertain of what we’d find, everything was neat and tidy.
“Is anything missing?” I asked quietly, still feeling the violent thud of my pulse.
As far as I could tell, nothing looked out of place.
Wade didn’t answer right away, taking a couple of minutes to do several passes through the room, checking different spots every time. The closet. The desk. The dresser. The desk chair. The bed. Underneath the bed.
He stopped, his hand on the narrow desk drawer. “Did you have anything in here?”
The drawer was slightly ajar. Not enough to stand out, but enough that it hadn’t been closed all the way. And there could be a hundred reasons for that, I told myself. It was a vintage piece—one that Jamie had restored for me—and the drawers in those moved with the sturdy but unsteady effects of age.
“No.” I shook my head. The answer should’ve been a relief. Even if someone had gone searching through the drawer, there’d been nothing in it to take. So why did it feel like my heart was beating out of my throat?
He shimmied the drawer open and put his hand inside, retrieving only a pen from the space, and it instantly made him frown.
I moved closer, trying to get a closer look. “What is it?”
“This pen is one of the monogrammed ones my firm gives to clients. Or family members.”
“So, Blaze put it there?” And if he had, was there something else with it? Something that was missing?
“He probably dropped it in there or it rolled in there. Who knows.”
Wade was probably right, but after everything that happened today and then seeing the door cracked open, my nerves were having a hard time leaving fight or flight territory.
Until he looked at me, and then I had no choice.
“Lou…”
“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about Blaze anymore.”
Wade stepped in front of me, the size of him, the leather musk of his scent, the heat of his body as it wrapped around me, I was caught in his presence as surely as a moth to a flame.
“Neither do I,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to talk about why you lied to your family.”
My pulse erupted, all the little lies exploding like a giant firework in my chest. Panic seized my throat. “Wade?—”
I must’ve swayed because his hands were on my shoulders a moment later, either to save me from falling or to stop me from running.
“I want to know why, when they asked about your kiss with my brother, and you told them about our kiss instead?”
My jaw dropped. Our kiss. That was what he was talking about, not the other lie. Yet, I felt no relief.
“You…” I croaked, my throat lined with sand. “You heard that?”
He’d been listening when I’d described my first kiss with Blaze to my sisters-in-law, only it hadn’t been a kiss with Blaze because there’d never been a kiss with Blaze. There’d never been anything—anyone but Wade.
“You told them about our kiss, Lou. Why?” he growled, one hand sliding to frame my chin in his fingers.
I shivered. My mind circled between all three moments—this one, the one from earlier when I told them, and the kiss itself. Like a bird searching for a safe place to land, but there was no escaping this. No escaping him.
“I…” Words tangled in my throat, and my tongue quickly swiped along my lips like it would help free them.
All it did was bring his face closer to mine, the warmth of his ragged breaths rushing against my skin. My eyes fluttered, my gaze sinking to the firm curve of his mouth. A place to land.
“Tell me, angel.” His palm cupped the side of my face, and I couldn’t hold back the truth any longer.
“Because yours was the only one I could remember.” His was the only one that had been magic. “Yours was the only one I want to remember.”
With Wade, there only was the truth: I wanted him. And his brother had never been a thought in my mind.
“Lou…” he groaned and crushed his mouth to mine.
Like magnets held apart since those minutes earlier in the car, our tongues collided with electric hunger. The kiss turned devastating in the span of a second. An assault of tongues and teeth. Of desire and ache and exactly what Violet had said earlier: forbidden.
All over I felt it now—my skin sizzling off the heat that thumped through my veins. I wanted him. That was my whole truth and nothing but.
I panted when he drew back, my hands reaching for him, clutching the fabric of his shirt—holding on for dear life.
Wade angled my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip like it marked his prey. “Did his kiss not make you feel the way mine did?”
Ache pulsed in my core. The possessiveness in his voice, the greediness of his gaze as it raked over my face, it made it hard to breathe hearing him jealous of something that never existed.
“No,” I answered breathlessly. There was no comparison. It was impossible .
“Good,” he growled.
My reward was his mouth again. Another kiss that went deeper than the last, each stroke of his tongue seeming to reach into the very depths of my stomach and stoke the heat licked down between my thighs.
My head spun—we were spinning, and I didn’t even realize it until his foot shoved the door behind me, and it closed with a thud. I jumped, unsteadily finding his gaze.
“Wade…”
“And what about his touch?” He demanded low, his hand cupping the side of my neck and tilting my head so his mouth could find my ear. “Did it make you tremble like mine does, angel?”
Heat drenched my pussy. There was something about the sound of his voice that brought me pleasure. That made goosebumps rise to my skin and heat rush between my thighs. Especially when he called me angel.
I shook my head against his palm, letting him feel the guilty confession against his skin.
“Say it.” Wade’s teeth nipped at my ear lobe, and I gasped, the sensation so fleeting, I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain that left the small brand on my skin.
My throat worked to swallow but ultimately conceded to the tightness. “N-no. It didn’t.”
“Good girl.”
My knees went weak, and my exhale tripped when his hands slid to my hair, gently tracing the ridges of the braid along the left side of my scalp. And then oxygen ceased to matter altogether when he took a half step back.
“Take your hair down,” he said, eyes glittering and jaw tight. “I want to see you. ”
It was wrong to let this continue. Wrong to race toward intimacy on a path built by deception. But I wanted him to see me. The real me. Hair down. Desires exposed. Pleasures unfettered.
I wanted to hold onto this truth .
I lifted my hands, pulling the ties from my braids one after another. As I combed the sections free, I watched Wade’s gaze darken as though I were stripping naked in front of him and not just letting my hair down.
A deep sound of appreciation erupted from his chest when I finished, making my nipples tighten against my shirt.
“Good girl.” His hungry praise made my core throb like it had the other night, and all I wanted was for him to ease it. And to ease his, too. And he knew it.
“Tell me what you want, Lou,” he rumbled the same way he had in the living room.
The way that made me feel powerful. And bold. And wanted.
“I want you to kiss me.”
Groaning, he cupped my face and angled it to his. The feel of his fingers on my skin was like bait on a lure, my head tipping and turning, trying to catch more of it. But instead of kissing me, his hands slid back to my scalp. The feel of his fingers through my unbound hair was like dynamite to my senses, pleasure exploding as his mouth took mine.
Each kiss seemed to go deeper. Like each lick and stroke of his tongue could rewrite the history of any kisses that had come before. Like he could single-handedly erase any other man but him from the memory of my mouth.
I wished I could tell him I could hardly remember who I was when he kissed me, let alone my fake relationship with his brother.
“What else?” Wade muttered when it was clear I’d be completely incoherent if he kept kissing me like this. “Tell me what else you want.”
He ordered like he didn’t already know—like his hands hadn’t already slid to my neck, one teasing the neckline of my shirt where it dipped onto my chest.
“I want you to touch me,” I confessed, feeling how it lifted some of the guilt off my chest. Maybe it was never the lies that oppressed me, but the way I tried to fight the truth of how much I wanted him.
His lips moved to my neck, an animal sound clawing from them and over my pulse. The fabric of my shirt bunched, my arms lifting like a needy marionette as he pulled it over my head and let it drop to the floor.
My breath caught when his hands landed on my back—at the clasp of my bra—and then that, too, was gone, my nipples pebbled and aching where they rubbed against his shirt.
I found his heady gaze for only a second before he kissed me again, dragging me into that sweet oblivion. The next time I came up for air, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I straddled his lap, exactly like I had the other night.
“Wade…” I sighed, my head tipping as his teeth scraped down my throat onto my collarbone and then lower on my chest.
“So beautiful, angel.” His palms slid from my waist to cup my breasts, weighing them and tipping them to his gaze. “Every night I’ve dreamed of you like this… every goddamn night…”
I was gasping even before his lips closed over one tight peak, flooding my veins with desire. My hands dug into his shoulders as his expert mouth licked and sucked and teased. A hot, wet torture was what it was. Lips and tongue on one breast, his hand on the other, until I couldn’t breathe without begging for more.
“Tell me, Lou. Tell me what you want.”
Through the murky churn of ache, a deeper-seated want emerged.
“I want to touch you.”
Wade growled, swirling my nipple with his tongue like he needed one last taste before he drew back and lifted his arms.
My eyes went wide at the gesture, heat burrowing a fresh path between my thighs. I grabbed the fringes of his shirt and pulled it up his broad torso and over his head, his muscles rippling as his arms came back down.
I reached out, gingerly at first, my finger starting at the corner of his neck and tracing along the ridge of his shoulder. They curved then onto the swell of his pecs, the tan of his skin gleaming bronze under the sheen of sweat.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
My finger paused for only an instant before the tug of need drew me into uncharted yet unavoidable territory.
“I wanted to do this.” My confession oozed out in a husky whisper. “When I saw you in the towel that day.” My fingertip moved over the flat of his nipple, marveling at how the muscle in his chest pulsed like I’d shocked it to life.
His skin rippled under my touch. A low rumble sounded from his chest, urging me on. And I didn’t hesitate.
“I wanted to trace all these lines. Ridges,” I murmured and spread my fingers onto his abdomen, letting them sink into the grooves between the muscles like mortar between bricks. I didn’t stop when a strand of my hair spilled over my shoulder or immediately try to tuck it back. And I didn’t shy from his obvious, appreciative gaze as it heated my bare chest, my nipples tight and tingling, aching for the return of his mouth.
“I wanted you to.” Wade’s tone was dark. Urgent.
His hands gripped my hips and pulled me hard against him, and I gasped. The thick length of his arousal was unmistakable where it wedged between my thighs.
“Wade…” I breathed, my body recalling the rhythm it found the other night. The slow friction of my core grinding against his cock.
“If you would’ve come in instead of knocking, you would’ve known,” he said hoarsely as I began to rock faster. “You would’ve found me in the shower with my hand on my cock, groaning your name.”
My lips broke apart, a cry tumbling out.
“I wanted you then,” Wade swore, capturing my gaze. “I wanted you from the moment you spilled coffee all over me—” He broke off with a groan and reached for my face, his thumb stroking over my cheek. “From the moment I saw this pretty blush on your cheeks, I wanted to see the color on every inch of you. On your mouth.” He stroked my lips. “On your breasts.” He cupped and thumbed my nipple. “And here…”
I shuddered as his whole hand wedged between us and cupped over my sex.
“I wanted to see this pussy pink and weeping for me.”
At that, I wasn’t sure there was a solid piece left to me. My body, my bones, everything seemed to have dissolved into liquid, molten lust.
“Is that what you want, angel?”
I let out a small cry and tipped into him, sure that my lips couldn’t form an answer unless they were attached to his. But before I could kiss him, he moved back and tightened his hand on my waist.
“I want to hear you say it.” Wade’s gaze was sparkling and tumultuous, the reflection of stars on unsteady seas. “I want to hear the words, Lou. I want you to tell me what you want because you never tell anyone, and I want that part of you to be mine, too.”
Air crackled in and out through my lips, each breath like an ember landing on dry kindling, my body just waiting to go up in flames.
“I want this. I want you,” I said huskily, my throat working to carve out the words. “I want to be yours.”
He growled low.
“Only yours,” I promised, and it set him off.
Maneuvering us with a dexterity I didn’t possess, he laid my back on the bed and rose over me, his hands working the waist of my jeans. Another blink, and I felt the cool caress of air on my hips and legs, the rest of my clothing gone in an instant.
There was a soft thud, and I was sure it was my clothing landing on the floor, but it felt like it was his gaze landing on me. Pinning me. Marking me.
Tension rippled through his patchwork of muscles as his gaze roamed over me. It milked heat from my skin and sent it pooling between my thighs until I had to bite my lip and squeeze them together, the pressure unbearable.
Wade’s eyes snapped to mine. Fierce .
“I’m not like him, Lou,” he said, air hissing through his teeth as he pressed his palm to the front of his jeans where they stretched over the bulk of his cock. “I’m not unsure or indecisive. I don’t play around when I want something. And I definitely don’t fucking share.”
I shivered, his possessive tone like fire catching on the brush of goosebumps on my skin. I didn’t realize my eyes had fluttered shut until his hand gripped my chin, lifting my face to make sure I was looking straight at him before he spoke again.
“I want you to be mine, Lou,” he murmured, his voice strained. “But that means you’re only mine… and everyone is going to know it.”
The implication was like an eclipse, bright and rare, but also dangerous. For everyone to know it, they’d have to know I wasn’t with Blaze.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I said, knowing I’d never responded so quickly in my whole entire life. And it was with a voice that didn’t sound like mine yet sounded more like me than ever before.
“Good girl,” he growled, making my desire surge at his praise.
He flicked open the front of his jeans, and my jaw went slack. I’d imagined this part so many times, too, after the towel hinted at what was underneath. After I’d ground out my orgasm on his length. I wanted the rest of what that night promised—of what he promised. All of him.
Wade stripped and straightened, all air bleeding from my lungs as I looked at him. He was… beautiful. Big and beautiful. And wanted me like a beast, the way his hand instantly gripped his cock like he had to physically hold it back from me.
I shivered, feeling another rush of heat from my pussy.
“Spread your legs for me, angel,” he commanded like he knew what was happening to me, how I was melting at the sight of him.
My chest heaved, and I pried my tight legs apart. My teeth caught on my lower lip to hold back sound when I saw how wet the insides of my thighs were. I was so desperate for him, even more so when I saw how he stared at me. Hungry and fervent and wild.
“Good girl,” he rasped and dropped to his knees, his hand gripping my knee and then sliding up my thigh. “The blush of your cunt is so much prettier than I imagined…” His praise dissolved on a groan as his fingers slid along my pussy.
I bit my lip harder, but it wasn’t enough to stop my hips from bucking to his touch.
“God, you’re so wet. So fucking perfect,” he said reverently, gliding through my slick seam until his fingers found my clit.
“Wade…” Either my eyes closed, or I lost my sense of sight as his played over the aching bundle of nerves. Swirling, stroking, pinching.
“Look at me, angel.”
I quaked, forcing my eyes open and into the clutches of his.
“ Good girl,” he cooed deeply and pushed a thick finger inside me.
My hands curled into the covers, my body tensing and then squeezing along the delicious intrusion. In and then out. My gaze blurred from the pleasure and then focused on the sight of him stroking me. And himself, I realized in a stupor of desire.
Every few breaths, his hand that gripped his cock below the edge of the bed jerked hard. He wanted me that badly.
“Wade,” I cried out, my back bowing toward him.
“I know, angel,” he swore. “You’re so wet for me, but you have to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You could never hurt me, I wanted to say, but the words died in my throat as the stretch between my thighs intensified with another finger.
In and out, the rhythm began again. Faster. Rougher. And then he curled his touch against a certain spot that made my heart stop with pleasure, a choked sob bursting from my lips. I was so close…
“Tell me what you want, Lou,” Wade said roughly. “I want to hear it from your mouth, too, not just these greedy pink lips.”
“You,” I begged with abandon. “I want you inside me.”
And then he was gone, muttering something between a curse and a groan as he fished through his brother’s things until he found what he was looking for. A condom.
I pushed onto my hands, mesmerized by the sight of him rolling the rubber down his thick length. I tried to stop myself from tensing, but I couldn’t help it. He only seemed to swell larger under the grip of the condom.
No wonder he’d wanted to prepare me.
“Look at me.” Wade’s voice coaxed my heavy gaze to his as he stepped in front of me. His fingers swept over my clit, bringing me right back to the edge.
“When I’m done with you, angel, you won’t remember fucking him either,” he swore with a violence that made me gasp.
He was talking about his brother. And then the slippery little lie slid out of my grasp, the truth surging in its wake.
“We weren’t together,” I choked out desperately.
Wade froze, his fingertips stilled at my entrance—every part of him hard and stiff except the fire that churned in his eyes.
“You weren’t together?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low.
Something didn’t feel right about his question, but I could pinpoint what it was.
“N-no. We were never together.”
A ragged groan ripped through his lips, and then his fingers pushed through my entrance once more, the sensation sparking a single, lucid thought in my mind .
He thought I was talking about sex.
He thought I meant Blaze and I had never been together sexually.
“So, you’re telling me this tight little pussy is all mine?” His heavy breaths pummeled heat onto my skin.
My mouth opened, but I couldn’t form words. His fingers were moving too fast—too perfectly positioned—that my body was too caught up in a race for release to rescue the truth that was trampled over in the process.
“Yes. Yes, Wade. Yes…” I whimpered as his fingers worked over my clit right to the peak before he pulled away, leaving me gasping and sputtering, my heart threatening to give out.
And then he was between my thighs. The narrow of his waist pinned them wide as he lowered over me. He peppered kisses along my jaw to my ear while he positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock so much larger than what was there before.
“You know why you were never his?” he rasped along the shell of my ear, and I felt the flex of his hips, the blunt head of his cock notching into my pussy.
Because I never wanted him, I thought, but I was long past being able to form words, let alone the truth.
“Because you were always mine.” And then he pushed forward, his length stretching me—pushing my tight muscles apart to make room for him. To form my body to his.
My head tipped back, silent gasps of air filling my lungs.
“Relax for me, angel,” Wade cooed against my ear, and I felt the sheen of sweat on his shoulders as he tried to hold himself back. “Relax so you can fit all of me.”
I didn’t know how to relax. I didn’t know how to work any part of me right now when it felt like he was tearing me in two. The pressure peaked on unbearable, and then his fingers began to comb my hair back from my face and neck, from my chest, his mouth marking every inch of skin that was exposed .
The tenderness did something to me—loosened something inside me.
“That’s it. Relax so I can give you what you want,” Wade said with a low groan, filling me with what seemed endlessly through a small tug of pain until his hips connected with mine, the whole of his cock lodged deep inside my core. “ Good girl .”
I shuddered, the praise hitting my senses just as he started to move, rocking in and out in short thrusts that slowly grew longer. Harder. Faster. Desire scrambled the simplest of functions. Breathing. Thinking. Seeing.
Our hips started to slap together. The electric sound of skin as it chased a powerful release. I felt him rub along that same spot his fingers had found each time he drove deep, the coarse hairs at the root of his cock caressing my clit as he pulled back.
“Please, Wade,” I choked. “ Please .”
He shunted harder and growled, “Look at you, angel, taking my cock like such a good girl. Your tiny little pussy stuffed so full.”
Lust choked me.
“You’re mine. My good girl.” His words filled me. Consumed me.
Within minutes, my fingers dug into the skin of his back, and I clung to him as the promise of release whipped all rationality into sweet lunacy. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, knowing I would be bruised and sore from the chase tomorrow. But I didn’t care. Couldn’t care. All I cared about was him.
“That’s it. Take what you want. Come all over me.” Wade’s voice broke through it all, a kind of leash leading my body exactly where I wanted to go.
“Wade…” I panted, spiraling toward the edge and then fearlessly falling over it with a cry.
I arched into him, my climax pulling every one of my muscles tight before snapping them free. My core clenched and rippled along his length, my orgasm breaking and reforming my body around his.
“ Good girl ,” Wade ground out, the words dissolving into a bone-deep groan as he thrust deep inside me once last time and then held himself against my womb as he came.
I felt the jerk and pulse of his cock inside me, distantly wondering what it would be like without the condom between us. Another want.
I wasn’t sure how long it took for my eyes to peel open, finding him gazing down at me, his fingers sliding through my hair. The way it felt, the way it made me feel, I never wanted to tie it back again.
“You’re mine, Lou.”
My breath caught, watching his lips lower to press a gentle kiss to mine.
“All mine.”