Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Wade
An apology was the very last thing I wanted to hear from the lips that had just confessed to loving me.
“They shouldn’t have come here like that,” she said softly.
I closed the space between us and framed her face in my hands. “Then let them apologize.” At least that got her to smile a little before she let out an unsteady breath. “You could’ve told them the truth, Lou,” I murmured, knowing she would have to soon anyway.
I didn’t know vulnerability existed so deep in my heart until her brothers demanded answers, and she looked like it pained her to keep them at bay.
“I did tell them the truth, and I’ll tell them the rest of it, but on my terms.” She pressed her hand to my chest, her wide gold-drenched eyes glistening. “I’m tired of putting everyone else’s wants above my own.”
My jaw locked, my admiration of her knowing no bounds. “Good girl.”
She shivered. “Wade, I need to tell you the truth. ”
Hope and fear vied for the tighter grip around my throat. “That you love me?”
Her lashes fluttered, warm tears hitting my thumbs like pelts of hot hail. “I do. I do love you.” She took an unsteady breath as my thumbs swiped away one tear after another. “But I have to tell you about Blaze?—”
“Lou,” I stopped her right there, my hands tightening so she couldn’t look anywhere but me. “I don’t care about Blaze,” I started, then corrected, “I mean, I do. I care about my brother, but I don’t care about your past with him. I don’t.” A short breath rushed through my lips.
“Wade—”
I held her tighter. “Does what you’re going to say change who you are or how you feel about me?
“No, but?—”
“Then whatever it is doesn’t matter, Lou. If you love me, then it doesn’t matter how you ever felt about him.”
Her lip quivered, and she shut her eyes for a second like she didn’t have the strength to keep them open. “Don’t cry, my brave heart,” I said, catching a hot tear on the pad of my thumb. “What are you afraid of?”
Her eyes flitted wide, a hundred emotions spinning through them before she confessed in the softest whisper, “I’m afraid you won’t love me back.”
A deep growl rumbled from the caverns of my chest as I pulled her mouth to mine. “Then let me show you that you have nothing to be afraid of.”
I kissed her then, aiming for tender but spiraling into something rougher as soon as her mouth opened for the smooth slide of my tongue. She licked and stroked hers along mine, coaxing—begging me to devour her with the kind of desperation that only comes from fear—the fear of being on the brink of losing everything you wanted.
She whimpered and clutched me tighter .
“Don’t worry, angel, I’m not going anywhere,” I promised and then lifted her into my arms and kissed her again.
We barely made it through the door before I was tearing at her clothes. I wanted her naked underneath me. Her tight, warm heat around me. I wanted her mouth fused to mine as she came.
“Take your hair down. I want to see you,” I rumbled and reached for the waist of her pants. “Let me see the real you.”
She reached for her braids as I worked the waist of her pants, the loose fabric falling to the ground and revealing her black lace underwear.
Kneeling, I gripped her hips and pressed my face to her, inhaling deeply as I kissed her stomach and then lower, marking each inch of skin bared as I drew the lace over her hips
“Wade!” She clutched my head when her underwear fell to the floor and my mouth latched on her sweet pussy.
“Already so wet for me, angel,” I muttered, flattening my tongue to her and dragging it through her slit.
Her legs weakened, and I guided her back, my tongue feasting on her center until her back hit the door, and she bowed off it toward me.
God, she tasted so damn good.
With a growl, I grabbed her knee and lifted one leg and then the other onto my shoulders, so she only had me and the door for support. And then I devoured her, flicking my tongue over her clit, sucking on the small bundle of nerves until she soaked my mouth.
I ate up every drop of her sweetness until she trembled against me, a string of whimpers and cries weaving a cocoon around us until she orgasmed and bathed my tongue in her release.
I lapped slowly, savoring each drop as she slowly began to relax and her breathing settled. Carefully, I slid her legs from my shoulders and then straightened in front of her.
I buried my hands in her hair, pushing her head back so she was forced to look at me.
“This is you,” I growled, my eyes raking over her. “Hair loose. Pink cheeks. Perfect lips.” I dipped my head close to her ear. “And your pussy soaking wet for me.”
Moaning, she reached for my jeans, fumbling at the waist. My cock throbbed for her touch. For her.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” she murmured, her voice husky from her orgasm. “I want your bare cock stretching me.”
“Fuck.” I ripped at my zipper, shoving my jeans down far enough to free my weeping cock.
Lifting her again, I held her to the door, positioned myself at her entrance, and drove home.
“Wade,” Lou whimpered as the door rattled on its hinges. “They’ll hear…”
“Let them.” I pulled back and thrust even deeper. “Let them hear what a good girl you are.”
Her head tipped back, her cry oozing through the wood as I fucked her against the door.
I didn’t care about the rest of the guests. I was happy for them to hear just how mine their innkeeper was. But after a few more thrusts, I carried her to the bed where the angle was better. Where each drive buried the head of my cock into her G-spot, and she started to come apart again.
“I love you, Lou,” I growled, feeling my own release prickle at the base of my spine. “Your kindness.” My balls tightened. “Your generosity.” My cock swelled. “Your honesty.” I thrust harder. Faster. I felt her muscles coil, her body primed to fall apart once more.
She came on a cry, her body bowing and then shattering around me, wringing my orgasm from me. I shunted deep, burying my groan in the side of her neck as my cock pulsed inside her.
I rolled to the side, taking her with me and holding her close. “I love you, and your beautiful, brave heart.”