Chapter 45 Our Day Will Come – Amy Winehouse
Our Day Will Come – Amy Winehouse
Tally
“And you’re sure you’re okay. She’s okay right?”
My brothers were on speaker in Wilder’s truck. He’d insisted I call them and let them know why we were going away for a few days. I knew they’d be worried, so I’d left it five hours into our thirteen hour journey.
“I swear man,” Wilder answered. “She’s good. The guy who we think might have done it has been fired.”
“He been arrested?” Cole asked and I could tell he was grinding his teeth.
I was their little sister and they’d always been protective of me, even though they’d been the ones who’d taught me how to punch.
How to punch, where to kick a guy in the nuts for full affect and to never let a guy disrespect me.
I think that was why I’d kept my marriage to Declan a secret from them.
They’d have picked up immediately what a douche he was, and I knew that deep down.
But with Wilder...I was counting down the days until he met them.
“They couldn’t find any evidence.” Wilder sighed heavily, gripping the steering wheel. “But I’d bet money on it being him.” He cleared his throat. “I will do whatever is necessary to protect her, I promise you that.”
My heart went on its own rollercoaster ride at his sentiment. His sentiment and his truth, because I knew he would do whatever necessary to fulfil that promise.
“Appreciate you, Wilder,” Liam said in his usual gruff tone. “Talls you need to come home when you get back, okay?”
I loved my family home, I truly did, but Silver Peaks, the ranch, was home now. The Last Creek had seeped into my bones, settled in my chest, and filled it with something rare. Something golden and steady. Joy. Belonging. Wilder.
“I promise, Liam.” My eyes went to Wilder’s profile and made me smile. “And I’ll bring Wilder with me.”
His eyes still on the road, his hand reached for mine and linked our fingers. “Look forward to it guys.”
“Okay, we’ll let you go. Both of you take care.” Liam sighed. “And let us know if that fucker comes back.”
I rolled my eyes. “He won’t. He’s gone and isn’t coming back. I promise.”
“Even so if—”
“Lee, Wilder’s got this,” Cole interjected with a chuckle. “Take care guys and have a safe trip.”
“Bye guys and I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”
And he would, that was something I was sure of.
“Oh my God, honey, this is beautiful.” Doing a full turn, I tried to take it all in, not expecting a hotel room to feel so peaceful. “This is not the hotel you were looking at online.” It was much fancier and more expensive. Wilder just shrugged.
The moment I stepped into the suite, because that was how damn great he was, the hush wrapped around me like a warm coat.
The high ceilings gave the room an airy elegance, but it was the little details that made my heart catch, like the soft cream walls, the crown molding, the way the late afternoon light spilled through the tall windows and landed across the worn hardwood floors like it belonged there.
Wilder dropped our bags just inside the door and watched me as I took it all in; the velvet couch tucked in the corner of the sitting room, the crisp white linens pulled taut over the king bed, the thick drapes that looked like they could drown out the world if we wanted them to.
There was something old-world romantic about it. The kind of room where time slowed down. Where you could forget the weight of everything outside and just breathe.
Wilder walked up behind me, curled his hands over my shoulders, and rested his chin on the top of my head. “You needed a break,” he murmured, and I felt it in my chest, my throat, my whole body.
He was right. “We both needed this.”
And in this quiet, golden-lit space that smelled faintly of lavender and polished wood, with him at my back and nothing pressing in for once, I believed that everything would be okay.
“You didn’t need to book a suite,” I told him, reaching up to place my hands on his.
“You deserve it. I want you to feel like a princess. To be spoiled and to feel l-l,” he stumbled over his words, and I held my breath. “Like the most important person in the world.”
The disappointment felt heavy on my shoulders as he flashed me a tight smile. As if he knew that wasn’t what I’d hoped for or expected, but he couldn’t give me anything else.
“It’s just perfect.” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “How many days are we staying here?”
“We’ve got two full days of relaxation before we go and get the bull.” He sighed. “Before that damn long journey home.”
On the way we stopped halfway in a cheap motel and crashed for a whole eight hours before getting back on the road after breakfast tacos from a drive-thru.
Going home we’d have to drive straight back.
There weren’t many places you could stop with a bull.
A huge bull apparently, because the Millers were also buying the trailer to transport him as theirs wasn’t big enough.
He turned me in his arms, framing my face with his large hands. “I booked us dinner in the hotel restaurant.”
“You did?”
“Yep, I did. But we have a whole three hours until then.”
“What do you want to do? Investigate? Go for a swim?”
His eyes twinkled with possibility as one of his hands moved down to my ass and gave it a squeeze.
“I was thinking maybe we should take a nap.”
“A nap you say?” There was no way this man wanted to sleep. If I knew anything about him it was that he was insatiable. “A real get under the covers, dead to the world kind of nap?”
He cocked his head to one side, like he was thinking. “Although, I’m not that tired. Maybe we should do something to tire us out. What do you think?”
“Hmm,” I pretended to consider his suggestion, even as heat pooled low in my belly at the look in his eyes. “I suppose we could do some cardio. A good workout always leaves me feeling pooped.”
His grin was wicked as he backed me toward the bedroom, his hands never leaving my body. “I like the way you think, Brownie. Would you like an all-out quick and hard cardio session, or a nice, slow kind of cardio session?”
My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, heat coiling low in my belly at the promise of what was to come. “You decide,” I whispered, breathless.
What followed was slow, reverent, and heartbreakingly tender.
He worshipped every inch of me like he was learning a map he never wanted to forget, his lips brushing against my skin with murmured words that made my pulse race and my heart ache in the best possible way.
When we finally came undone, tangled in the crisp white sheets and struggling to catch our breath, I felt weightless.
Floating in something close to love, maybe not yet spoken, maybe not yet shared, but deeply, undeniably mine.
Dinner in the hotel restaurant was like something out of a dream.
Wilder had somehow managed to get us a corner table with views of the city lights twinkling below us, competing with the diamond stars in the sapphire ocean of the night sky.
As soft jazz music played in the background it felt like I was starring in my own romance movie.
“This is incredible,” I said, cutting into the most delicious chicken I'd ever tasted.
“You're incredible,” he replied, reaching across to brush his thumb across my knuckles. “I love watching you so relaxed.”
“I think maybe the orgasm helped.”
“Two orgasm’s,” he corrected. “Don’t forget the shower.”
How could I forget how he’d used the shower head to get me off taking my nipples into his mouth and sucking them to the point of painful pleasure.
“Sorry two.” I leaned across the divide of the table and kissed him. “Thank you, for everything.”
“My fucking pleasure Brownie,” he replied, his voice a gravelly rasp.
“Okay,” I said, knowing if we didn’t move on we would end up leaving our meal and missing dessert. “Tell me about Petey the bull.”
We shared dessert, a decadent chocolate one with whipped cream, then lingered over wine and cheese, talking about everything.
The plans for Emily's Promise, dreams for the future of the ranch, for the training program, and with each passing minute, I felt more secure, more certain that we'd left our troubles behind in Colorado.
“I've been thinking,” Wilder said as I took a sip of his brandy, because I didn’t want one of my own. “About us. About what comes next.”
My heart stuttered. “What about it?”
“You know this isn’t just a fling, right?” His eyes were serious, intense. “And you know how much I like you. And while it started as one thing, it’s ended up as something else. Something incredible. Something that I want us to build on.” He took a deep breath. “I know it feels fast.”
“It doesn't feel fast,” I interrupted softly. “I mean we did spend three months just being friends with sexual favors thrown in.”
His smile was radiant. “Yeah, true.” He held his glass up for me to take another sip. “You feel like building something? Becoming exclusive, boyfriend and girlfriend, or whatever that shit it is they say on that crappy reality show you watch?”
My body felt like the sun was lighting me up from inside. My chest expanded with the amount of happiness that he’d given me. Not just his words but everything. His acts of service, his touches, his respect.
“I’d love for us to build on this,” I whispered. “To see where this goes. You make me happy, Wild. Happy and safe. You respect me like no other man ever has. I know you’ll never try to dim my light just to feel bigger.”
“Shit, Brownie, you have no idea.” His tongue flicked out to wet his plump bottom lip sending a message to my body. “I don’t want to just give you wings; I want you to fly my gorgeous girl.”
Later, as we walked back to our suite, his arm around my waist, I felt safer and happier than I had in weeks.
The nightmare was over. Glenn was gone and we were free to build the life we wanted, hopefully together.
Maybe it felt too good to last—I’d learned not to trust perfect moments, as they had a way of shattering when you held them too tight.
But when I looked at Wilder, eyes and smile bright and tranquil, I knew I had to risk the breaking to really live inside the beautiful.