10. Wilson
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I stayed awake long after she drifted off. I loved how soundly she slept in my arms. I glanced down at her; the way she held on to me as she rested peacefully made my heart clench.
I loved her.
I was in love for the first time in my life. I wanted more than I’d ever wanted, and I was fucking glad I wasn’t being a little bitch about it. The idea of falling in the past would have made me break out in hives. I’d never, not even close, felt this. Lana Pruitt brought it out of me.
In the past, I’d wondered if there was something wrong with me. Seeing Lark and my cousins go in and out of relationships, giving their attention and time to someone else, knowing full well I didn’t have that in me.
For a long time, I’d bitterly blamed the old man. He’d raised me. Turned me into a jaded man who believed romantic love didn’t exist despite the way he had loved my grandmother. Part of me wondered if he’d done that because he knew we were cut from the same cloth. Knowing that the moment my heart was involved, business would fall to the wayside. For so long, I’d felt like a robot, like a fucking monster who just couldn’t seem to want more than a good time from someone else.
I might not have been a choirboy in my twenties and early thirties while I traveled the world and had my share of women. But that had been about a good time and physical release. Never anything like I felt with Lana.
Everything with her felt different. There was an overpowering drive to know that she was safe at all times of the day, a need to make sure she had eaten and that she was okay.
All before I’d even kissed her.
But what about now? What would happen when we returned? Even in my state of delusion, I knew I couldn’t keep her here forever. It was bad enough that come morning, the blizzard would be over. I wouldn’t be able to keep her believing we were still snowed in, could I?
Part of me had figured this need, an almost primal ache that had been awakened by Lana, would have relaxed once I’d had her. That maybe it would have tempered down. But it hadn’t. Not even close.
Even then, while I held her, both of us naked after the best sex of my life, my cock ached to get back inside of her. The fucker wouldn’t calm down. It had been years since my dick would bounce back this quickly. Almost like no matter how close I was, it was never close enough when it came to my sweet girl.
Not to mention the fact I had taken her bare. Just thinking about her silky smooth, wet walls stretching to fit me, all without a barrier between us, had my dick dripping again. I’d known exactly what I was doing by filling her up with my seed. I was a selfish bastard. I wanted to knock her up and have her round with our baby and tie her to my side for a lifetime.
She shifted, turning around but pressing her perfect luscious ass against my front. My arms wrapped around her and, almost like it was what she needed, she started to snore softly. The sound was peacefully steady and sweet. So good that even as a million thoughts whizzed through my mind, they all quieted.
Just by holding her.
Breathing in the soft vanilla coconut scent from shampoo, I slowly drifted off to sleep. I would figure out what to do next come morning.
Maybe I could whisk her away again? Keep us away from our real lives and get her to fall in love with me? Hightail us to Vegas and trick her into marrying me?
Maybe…
As I woke up slowly, I felt her wetness surround the tip of my dick before I was fully awake. I opened my eyes, and my arms wrapped around her tighter. Her ass rubbed against my dick, and she moaned.
“Lana.” I groaned, my voice scratchy with sleep.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”
“Fuck.” How the hell can I ever deny such a sweet little plea like that? I kissed her shoulder and brought her leg over my thigh. She opened beautifully for me. Her heat hit my thighs and dick. My hand slid between her thighs, and my nose flared.
“You’re already so wet. Was my girl trying to get my attention?” I rumbled into her ear, loving the way her head tipped back.
“Wils.” She gasped as I lined the head of my dick up with her entrance.
“Tell me you want me.” My voice sounded like gravel.
“I feel so empty without you.” I loved how easily she gave in to me, talking dirty for me with her sweet little whimpers. “I want you so badly. Please.”
“Tell me you need me,” I demanded. I needed to hear her. Every syllable she said drew me closer to the edge, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
“I need you,” she panted. “Want you so badly. Please, Wilson, I ache.”
“Shh,” I soothed, sliding my lips from her temple down to the shell of her ear. “I got you. I will always have you,” I vowed. “You need me to take care of this tight little pussy, all you ever have to do is say so.”
“I need you.” Her sexy little voice made my cock drip pre-cum. “Make me come,” she begged. I wanted to pound on my chest. My woman, my Lana, needed me. I’d do whatever it took so I was the only one she would ever need.
“My pleasure, beautiful.” I thrust in, and my eyes fluttered shut as her silken walls enveloped and stretched around my length.
“Just like that!” she hissed.
My hips started to move, and hers joined in until we were in sync. Grinding. Slowly fucking. Dirty words spilled past my lips, and with every filthy one, she only got wetter. Tighter. It might have been snowing outside, but we didn’t feel a bit of cold in the bedroom. No, in bed, we were a sweaty tangled mess of limbs.
My free hand moved and cupped her breast, pulling and tugging at her nipple. It wasn’t long before we both came almost simultaneously, reaching our peaks with grunts and loud cries. And once again, I took her bare, watching the very moment I leaked out of her body, sending a quiet prayer to some higher power that my seed took root.