Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wade
The moment we’re up the stairs, I’m pulling her clothes off, eager to get at her skin.
To taste it, lick it, see what makes her moan and shake.
By the time she’s in the bedroom, she’s naked.
I lift her up, pressing her back to the wall and kissing her neck where I suck on the skin—sweet with the slightest salty taste.
She moans softly, the sound like music to my ears.
I feel the heat of her pussy on my stomach, and I move her to the bed and lay her down.
I waste no time tasting her, dragging my tongue through her wetness and circling her clit.
I slide a finger inside, then add another when I feel how wet she is.
She rides my face slowly, and I tease different spots to see what she likes.
When I feel her tensing, hear her breathing getting quicker, part of me wants to stop to make this last longer, but I just want to feel her come undone around me.
“No, wait,” she says, pushing me off.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Come here,” she says, pulling me on top of her by grabbing my arms. She kisses me, the taste of her pussy sharp between us, as she works at my pants.
When my shirt is off, her hands roam up my stomach and sides, and when my pants finally go, her heels are digging into me, pulling me into her. I slide in with ease, feeling some strange sort of sensation in my chest as I slip all the way inside.
“You feel amazing,” I whisper, kissing her again.
I move slowly, loving the way she feels. Her moans grow louder. Mine do too. She claws at my back, pulling me into her, begging for more.
“You’re going to make me come,” she warns.
“Right there with you,” I say. “Should I—”
“I want you to come inside me,” she says. “Please.”
“Well, if you’re going to beg—“ I chuckle, but it turns into a low groan as the orgasm hits me. She clenches around my cock, her body tensing as she comes too.
We’re breathing heavily, and we stay like this, with me still inside her, until our hearts are at a normal pace.
I get a damp facecloth to wipe her up, and then we lie in bed with no sheets since they’re all downstairs on the floor.
“Are you okay with all of this?” I ask.
“Are you?”
“I’d accepted my fate a long time ago.”
“But that’s not what this is anymore.”
“I know. And that’s a lot to think about, but… I’m good. This is good.”
“This is good,” she says, turning on her side to throw her arm and leg over me. I kiss the top of her head, hugging her close. “We should probably get dressed before they come back.”
“Yeah, probably.”
Neither of us moves, though. Not until we hear the old truck coming down the dirt road.
I gather our clothes, handing everything to her so she can dress.
We’re heading down the steps when the guys come in the front door.
“Got you more Oreos,” Gus calls out.
“Yeah, he got all of the Oreos,” Rhett says with an eye roll.
“Well, I just figured going into town isn’t so simple, so we may as well stock up.”
“How many is all?” Daisy asks, peeking in the brown paper bag.
“It was only eight packages,” Gus says.
“Eight?” she says with a laugh.
“I can eat through that in like three days,” I say, patting my stomach.
“Oh, and I know you said you didn’t need anything, but I was thinking that you need to make that pecan pie,” Rhett says.
“Baking is not my thing,” she pouts.
“Yeah, but… it basically fixed everything. It deserves it,” Gus says.
“You’re talking about a pie like it has feelings,” Daisy says.
“Why is this pie special?” I ask.
“That’s where she found the code for the safe,” Rhett says. “Put two and two together like this—“ He snaps his fingers.
“It was just a coincidence,” Daisy says. “That’s all.”
“No such thing,” I say.
She gives me a look, a small smile on her face.
“So,” I say, clapping my hands. “Looks like we’re making pecan pie.”
“I’ll get the card,” Gus says.
“I’ll grab everything else,” Rhett adds.
“How about you let me get the card?” Daisy says.
“But you can’t reach the top shelf.” Gus sticks his tongue out at her.
Nothing changes.
Yet everything has changed.
And it doesn’t look so bad.