Chapter Seven #2
“I’m here,” he murmurs against my hair. His hands rub slow circles over my back. “I’ve got you.”
The steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek calms the storm inside me. The shaking eases.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
He pulls back just enough to look at me. His jaw is tight, fury barely contained. “She touched you?”
I nod.
His arms tighten again, like he wants to shield me from the entire world.
Minutes pass before the door opens once more and the detectives return.
“Miss Winters,” one says. “Your mother has been charged with assaulting an officer and resisting arrest. Given what happened here, you may also press charges for assault and apply for a restraining order.”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation.
They bring paperwork. Wilder sits in the chair, and I end up in his lap without thinking. His arms wrap around me, solid and unyielding, while I fill out forms with slightly trembling hands.
Every time my pen pauses, his fingers tighten around my waist, reminding me he’s there.
When it’s done, I look up. “What about the missing person report? The kidnapping accusation?”
The officers exchange a glance. One of them gives a small, knowing smile.
“It’s clear those claims were unfounded. The report will be closed.”
Relief floods me so suddenly my eyes sting.
“You’re both free to go.”
Wilder stands, still holding me close.
As we walk out of the station together, his hand never leaves mine.
***
Later that night, I lie all snuggled against Wilder’s naked body. The room smells like sex and sweat and…peace.
After we got back home from the station, we didn’t say much, just naturally fell into each other’s arms and buried the trauma of the evening in pleasure and three successive mind-blowing orgasms.
Now though, the thoughts that I tried to push to the back of mind earlier come flooding back. I can’t stop thinking about his passionate confession back at the station.
“I love her!”
If he does, why hasn’t he said anything then?
“A penny for your thoughts,” Wilder says, his eyes searching my face.
“I’ll take a kiss,” I say with a teasing smile.
Wilder chuckles. “Gladly.”
He leans down to kiss me, slowly, his tongue gliding teasingly between my lips, stroking sensuously over mine with unhurried passion. When he finally pulls back, I’m breathing hard, struggling to find my train of thought.
“Now that I’ve paid my dues, what were you thinking about so hard?” he asks, smiling at me like he didn’t just lethally disarm me.
“You,” I say finally, when I’m sure my voice won’t betray me.
“Now, that must be interesting,” he says, his brows dipping slightly like it always does when he’s curious about something.
I clear my throat, swallowing nervously. “Do you… Did you mean it when you said you love me?”
“I do,” he replies without hesitation. “I love you, Millie. I probably have from the moment I met you.”
My chest tightens so hard it’s almost impossible to breathe. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear those words until he spoke them.
“Why—why haven’t you told me this before?”
“Because…I don’t deserve you, baby girl,” Wilder says with a self-deprecating smile. “I have demons…ones I don’t want you to have to deal with.”
“But—”
“You are capable of making your own choices,” he cuts in gently, his smile turning amused. “I know that.”
“Glad you do,” I say, returning his smile.
The words should be terrifying. For nineteen years, loving someone meant handing them something they could break.
But looking at him—this man who faced down his own ghosts to keep me safe, who cleans me up and calls me his and means it—I’m not afraid.
For the first time, saying it doesn’t feel like a risk. It feels like coming home.
“I love you too, Wilder.”
“You do?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Wilder’s eyes darken with a familiar hunger at my words. “You know what it does to me when you call me that,” he murmurs darkly, his thumb gliding beneath my left breast. I moan, my nipples hardening painfully under his touch. “You naughty girl. Want some more of Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, my cheeks flushing brightly.
He cups my breasts in his big hands, trailing his fingers down my ribs and over my stomach. His fingers slip lower to cup my pussy, squeezing gently.
I gasp, pressing against him.
I nuzzle his neck, nipping at a pulsing vein there. I can feel the unsteady beat of his pulse against my lips, thrumming in rhythm to my heartbeat.
I trail my hand down over his belly to grasp his still-damp cock, and to my delight, he begins to swell beneath my touch.
“Wet,” he murmurs, his fingers gently caressing the folds of my pussy. “Always so wet for me. Would you like to taste yourself, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply with a giddy nod, excited by the thought.
He makes a deep erotic sound in the back of his throat and pushes his finger between my parted lips. I close my eyes, my moan vibrating around his finger as I taste my own desire. I wrap my fingers around his erection, wanton with the need pulsing through my veins.
He seems to grow bigger in my hand with every stroke. Just when I’m starting to settle into a rhythm, he draws my hand away, then pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist, his cock nudging the cleft of my pussy.
“Oh, Wilder,” I moan helplessly. “Please…”
He lies back on the bed, pulling me down with him until I’m straddling his hips.
“That’s my baby girl,” he murmurs, sliding into me with a slight shift of his weight.
I open my eyes, but no sound comes out. I look down into his magnificent face, rugged and strong, as he pushes deeper into me, filling me up completely
“Oh, God,” I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders. “God, oh God…”
He slides almost all the way out, then thrusts again with an intensity that has my body jerking violently. All the while, his eyes stay locked on mine, and I can see my desire mirrored in his expression. I can feel his pulse in the flesh buried inside me.
“Come with me, Millie,” he pants urgently. “Come with me.”
I stare into his face, my breath coming in short, rasping pants. I shift my weight, grinding against him, and that’s all it takes. I scream as a shattering orgasm rushes through me. Wilder captures my mouth with his, swallowing my cries.
I whimper into his mouth as my climax goes on and on. His gasps turn to moans. My hips buck against him, my pussy clenching hard around his cock as he comes.
After, we lie together, our bodies warm and damp with sweat. I close my eyes, my heart swelling with an indescribable happiness.
“I love you, Wilder,” I mumble as I drift off to sleep.
“I love you too, baby girl.”