Chapter Twenty Five
Wade
My eyes are fixated on the dying fire’s embers in the makeshift fire pit I built for cold nights like this. Just a subtle glow of orange and ash left.
Should really call it a night and get into bed, but the moment I do, I know morning will come quicker. And mornings mean Maeve. Seeing her and trying not to touch her—something I definitely won’t be winning any medals for after this morning.
But I’m obsessed with her. No point denying it.
All I have thought about is Maeve. Replaying how good it felt to be kneeling in front of her, my face in between her thick thighs. How my name came out all breathless and desperate when I had my tongue on her. And Christ, she tasted insanely good. Better than I imagined.
I’d be damned if that was a one-and-done situation; I made her very aware of that earlier when I sent her a text mid tax paperwork. A task that even on the best of days my mind can’t not concentrate on. Maeve just made it all the harder.
Pathetic for a man my age, obsessing over a 27-year-old, but at this point I am past caring.
How could I care when I have never felt this free around another person in decades? It’s partly because she knows everything now, but even before, she didn’t back away. She saw something in me, God knows what, but I am glad.
I’ve been alone for so long that I forgot what it’s like to have someone to talk to, be with, and call me out on my shit—which she fucking does. My mouthy little angel.
I’m gripping what’s left of her thong. The scrap of blue lace I pocketed like some teenage boy keeping a trophy. Don't know what possessed me to take it. Some primal urge to claim her, maybe. Mark her as mine even when she's not here.
Twisting it between my fingers while I drink my whiskey and trying not to give in to the devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear to storm over to the main house and claim her properly.
I’d be lying if I said it’s not taking every ounce of my self-control to avoid doing just that. Then again, if this situation has taught me anything, it's that my self-control is non-existent when it comes to Maeve Callaghan.
But I can’t.
The decision needs to be hers. I want her to choose this, even if it can only realistically be short-term fun. Another secret, but one that is for me and my happiness for once.
So, I’ll wait for her.
Tipping my head back to take another pull of the amber liquid, I spot a bright warm light reflecting off the crystal glass.
I swallow quickly, not even allowing the burn of the whiskey to hit my throat, placing the glass back down to see headlights cutting through the dark, moving slowly up the gravel drive.
The restless energy I was feeling is now going haywire, firing off and making my heart kick against my ribs.
It can only be her. I know the cautious way she drives our ranch trucks, like she’s still getting used to the size of it and the “backward” way we drive, or so she calls it.
I am on my feet in mere seconds, the thong falling from my hand onto the chair.
The truck stops outside my cabin. With a squint of my eyes, I can see her sitting there, hands gripping onto the steering wheel with all her might.
I’m already walking toward her when she finally cuts the engine. I can hear the sound of gravel crunching under my boots, but it’s subtle compared to the hammering of my pulse, anticipation coiling tight in my chest as I reach the driver’s side door and pull it open.
She turns to look at me, still buckled in, her blue eyes catching the dimmed lights from outside the cabin.
“I want more, Wade. I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
I don’t hesitate. My hands reach for her seatbelt, clicking it free, allowing me to pull her out of the seat and into my arms. She huffs in surprise as she loops her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist. The closeness of her body instantly causes my cock to twitch.
“Say it again,” I growl against her mouth, already carrying her toward the house.
“I want you,” she breathes, my mouth on hers. I’m not going to tell her I want her too; I am going to show her.
I’ve never kissed anyone like this before. All desperate and messy, driven by a burning need to have each other. The lingering taste of toothpaste on her tells me she was ready for bed before she decided to come here. Wonder what prompted her—not that I am complaining.
Unwilling to put her down even for a second, I only release one hand to fumble with the door handle.
My lips still on hers, not wanting to break the kiss.
When I finally get it open, I push her back up against the wall by the entrance, keeping our bodies close.
Her pink fluffy slippers fall from her feet as I kick the door closed.
She gasps against my lips as it slams, and I hold her tighter.
“Wade—” Her voice is the same breathy and desperate plea as this morning, and I want to hear it like that all night.
“Angel,” I murmur as I move us further into the cabin. Her head falls back as my mouth moves to her neck; her pulse thrumming under my lips.
We are a hot panting mess already, and clothes haven’t even been removed yet.
“Bedroom,” she manages. “Please—”
There's no way we're making it that far. “No. I need you now.”
I toss her onto the long side of the couch that takes up most of my living room. Her small frame sinks into the overly plush cushions—I don't scrimp on furniture. Comfort matters when you work as hard as I do.
She props herself up on her elbows, looking up at me with those eyes. I stop and look at her.
I was a fool to think I could've stayed away based on looks alone. She's remarkable. Beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache and my cock hard.
But pair that with her sharp wit, her stubbornness, how she doesn't back down from anything. This girl was always gonna be impossible to resist.
“Thought you said you couldn't wait,” she throws back at me, all sass.
I give her a look. “Don't get sassy with me, angel.”
“Or what, Cowboy? You gonna teach me a lesson?”
Oh, she has no idea.
“You want it that way, angel? Fine.”
I was going to go soft on her, worship every inch of her body gently. But if this is how she wants to play it, then I am game. Shoulda known by her smutty little books she’d want it this way. “Take your clothes off and get on your knees,” I point in front of me, “now!” The demand sharp.
Still seated on the sofa, she strips slowly, making a full show of it. First, leaning back to shimmy out of those little pyjama shorts that, if I am honest, barely covered that perfect ass of hers. Then she gets on her knees, slowly lifting her top off to reveal bare breasts.
I am usually an ass kinda man, but with Maeve? I’m spoilt for choice. How can I have a preference when all I want is my face buried between them both.
Fully naked now, she crawls along the sofa until she reaches the edge, positioning herself on her knees exactly where I pointed.
“Good girl,” I praise. I lift her chin with my hand, making her look up at me.
“Now listen to me, angel. If you want to stop at any point, just say it. We will need to talk about limits properly, but for tonight, we’ll keep it simple but rough, if that’s what you want.”
She nods, eyes bright with anticipation.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Uh, wildflower.”
Well, I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that, but it’s perfect. She’s perfect.
“First thing that came to mind,” she offers as an explanation.
“Good. You use it or tap me twice when you can’t speak if it gets too much, and we stop immediately. Understood?”
She nods again.
“Need to hear you say it, Maeve.”
“I understand… Sir.”
Fuck, I swear I am close to combusting right here.
“Good girl.” I start unbuckling my belt, watching her eyes track the movement.
“Now you're gonna put that smart little mouth of yours”—I unbutton my jeans, letting them loosen— “to good use and”—I push my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free from the confines of the layers— “take me while I mouth fuck the sass right out of you.”
Her eyes widen, dropping to my length. I don't brag, but in this department, I know I was blessed.
I run my fingers through her hair, taking a handful in my grasp while my other hand starts to slowly pump my cock, making her watch every stroke.
She bites her bottom lip ever so slightly, something I would’ve missed if it weren’t for the fact I can’t keep my eyes off her.
Mesmerised by her every move, every reaction, every sweet sound.
She’s just as hungry and desperate as I am for what’s about to happen.
I drag her closer by her hair until her lips are right at the tip, letting the precum glaze them. Her eyes lock up with mine with a bratty kind of confidence as she slowly sweeps her tongue along her lips, clearing them of my mark.
“Mmm,” she hums, fluttering those long lashes at me. Fucking brat.
“Open,” I demand.
Her lips part for me, doing as she’s told like a good little angel.
I slide half my length slowly into her mouth, then back out again, repeating the motion.
Going further and harder with every thrust, being kind enough to let her get used to the size of me—at least at the beginning.
After a few soft moans from Maeve, I start to reach a fast, steady rhythm, both hands on her head now, pushing her down with every movement.
Her hands grip my thighs, trying to push away slightly for reprieve, but it'snot working.
She wanted to act like a brat. Now she takes the consequences.
The more she pushes, the harder I go. Fuck, my angel takes me well.
When I hit the back of her throat with force, she chokes, eyes glassing over as she looks up at me with a teasing glare.
A muffled sound escapes her, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and Christ, the sight of her with a mouth full of my cock is intoxicating.
I ain’t lasting long, that’s for damn sure.
Not with how long it’s been, and how fucking great she looks on her knees for me, all submissive.
I let out a loud grunt as my muscles begin to tense. The heat burns deep in my core as the start of my undoing begins. There’s nothing I can do now to prevent myself from releasing myself down her throat.
“I’m going to—fuck—” My head tips back as I spill inside her pretty little mouth. One hand now cups her face, holding her still while I ride it out.
As my climax dims, I pull out slowly, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up to mine. Her lips are swollen, eyes watery and dazed. She’s perfect.
“Swallow,” I rasp.
Her eyes fall close as her throat bobs, and when she opens them again, she looks almost proud of herself. As am I.
“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “That’s my good little angel.”
She stands on shaky legs, offering no words, just a small smile. Was it too much for her? She didn’t tap. She looked like she was enjoying it. Why is she reaching for her clothes?
I grab her wrist, twisting her back toward me. “What are you doing, Maeve?”
“Um, putting my clothes back on. Because we’re done…”
A laugh rumbles from my chest. “Done?”
“Yes, you’ve finished…” she throws back, presenting it as more of a question.
“Oh, angel.” I grip her hips, holding her in place. “You don’t really think I’m letting you leave this cabin without fucking you senseless, do you?”
She opens her mouth to respond with something laced with sarcasm, but I don’t let her. I need her to hear this.
“Ever since you ran your mouth in my truck at the airport, I’ve been trying my dang hardest to control myself around you. Tried to keep my distance where I could, believing I could resist you.”
“Well, that worked out splendidly,” she teases. I slide my hands up her back, closing the gap between our bodies.
“You and that mouth,” I laugh. “Listen to me, Maeve, because I am serious. Now that I’ve got you here, finally giving in to this thing between us…” I lean down, my mouth hovering just above hers. “I’m going to take every moment I can get with you. To worship every inch of you.”
“Wade…” Her voice breaks.
“Maeve, you make me feel alive again, instead of the zombie-like man that I have become, going through the same motions day in and day out. Now, I’m a man who wants to live and correct my wrongdoings.
” I press a kiss to her forehead, feeling her shiver at the touch.
“I’m a man I think I can finally start to like again… because of you.”
My breath hitches. I’ve not been this honest with anyone in years. Not since my dad passed away. It feels good.
I allow my voice to drop, letting her hear my vulnerability.
“You've set me free from a prison I built for myself.
Twenty years of carrying a weight I didn't know how to put down. You walked into my life and made me remember what it feels like to want something. To have fun. To laugh.” I smirk against her skin. “And right now…”
She lets out a breathless laugh as I push her down onto the sofa's edge, turning it into a sharp gasp when I kick her legs wide open with my knee. Bending down so my lips hover over hers.
“I'm going to make sure you leave here completely satisfied,” I murmur against her mouth, “and knowing exactly what you do to me.”
I kiss her hard, claiming her lips with enough force to make her whimper into my mouth.
“You're going to come at least twice...” I pull back, dropping to my knees between her spread legs and holding them wide open with my hands. “And then, I'm gonna bury my cock in that tight little cunt and make you cum all over again.”
I drive two fingers deep inside her without warning. She's soaked, her wetness coating them instantly.
“Oh my god,” she breathes, head falling back against the cushions.
I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her hips buckle. “Not God, angel. Just me.” ?