Chapter Twenty Six
Maeve
I’m panting, legs shaking, completely fucked—in the literal sense.
I knew what I was coming here for, but I definitely wasn’t prepared for this. For how Wade has literally taken me apart with just his fingers and mouth alone.
I’m currently staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving, trying to process the fact that I’ve just cum three times—three times—and the cowboy currently kneeled in between my legs wants to make me cum again.
I think he might just kill me.
Death by orgasm—not a bad way to go, to be fair.
“You still with me, angel?” I can hear the cocky grin in his voice without even looking.
I manage to lift my head long enough to see that he is looking far too smug for his own good. “You're entirely too pleased with yourself.”
“Damn right I am.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, circling my throbbing clit. “You are drenched. All ready to take me.”
He stands, stripping down fully. My dream version of him has nothing on the real Wade.
My eyes trace the curve of his biceps, taking in the detailed line work of all the tattoos covering his arms and chest. My eyes land on the head of a snake that wraps around his shoulder, coming back under his ribs and down his abdomen.
The scales are all intricate dot shading work that must have taken hours, and I am in awe of how beautiful it is.
I can’t help but follow it down to the end of its tail,which sits right about his right hip.
Right where the V of his abs point down to the absolute weapon of a penis that is about to put me in a coma.
I suck in a deep breath as he positions himself over me, his hardness against my stomach. His hands slide up my body, the final destination being my breast, and he cups both of them.
“Fuck, these are perfect,” he rasps in my ear.
He begins to kiss down my neck, to my collarbone, then meeting the same destination as his hands.
Taking my pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it.
The sensation sends a tingle down my body straight to my already pulsing pussy.
He then gets to work on the other one; my fingers dig into his thick, soft hair—I swear he must use salon-graded products because even my hair isn’t this soft.
I pull him back up, desperate to kiss him. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I occasionally bite his lip as he moans into my mouth. Each time I do, I am met with a hum of pleasure.
He is rubbing himself against my swollen clit, being an absolute fucking tease.
“Don’t you think I’ve been teased enough? Fuck me, Wade.” I beg.
“Only good girls get what they want. Do you think you’ve been a good girl?”
“Yes. God. Fuck me, please!” I practically shout; I need more of him, even if I have to sacrifice being conscious for it.
Wade reaches over to a side table drawer, grabbing a very large box of condoms. He either was incredibly cock sure that I’d be back for more, or he’s actually a manwhore who does this regularly.
The thought causes a fit of jealousy to surge up within me, something that I shove down as quickly as it appeared—or at least try to.
“Erm, what’s with the family-sized box of condoms in the living room? A bit of a weird thing to have them lying around, isn’t it?” I had to ask. It would eat at me otherwise.
He laughs, the bastard.
“This isn’t funny Wade. I need to know.”
His calloused fingers glide down the side of my face as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, his expression softening.
“Hey. Look at me, angel.” He waits until my eyes return to his. “I haven't been with anyone in almost a decade. These—” he shakes the box slightly "were bought today in town, because I hoped that you feel the same way about me as I feel about you.
“And how do you feel, Cowboy?” My voice comes out quiet, soft, almost sultry. Totally unintentional.
With one sudden movement, he has my arms pinned above my head, the weight of his body pressed against mine as his gaze intensifies.
“Like I'm losing my fucking mind,” he rasps, his face inches from mine. “Like I've spent twenty years keeping everyone at a distance and then you show up and wreck every wall I've built. Like I can't breathe properly when you're not around and can't think straight when you are.”
His grip on my wrists tightens slightly.
“I feel like a goddamn teenager again, buying condoms and hoping. Sitting on that porch every morning just to see you. Lying awake at night thinking about you.” His voice drops lower, rawer.
“I feel too much, Maeve. More than I should. More than is smart to. At some point, it just sneaked up on me and all of a sudden, you became the best part of my day.”
My breath catches. “Wade…”
“I want you, in any way you are willing to, consequences be damned.”
“I want you too.” I really do. Not a doubt in my body despite the shit show this could cause, because when it comes to him, all common sense leaves me. “I’m on contraception. The implant.”
His eyes darken, understanding immediately where I'm going with this.
“And I'm clean,” I continue. “Got tested a few months ago. Haven't been with anyone since.”
“I haven't been tested recently,” he states, “but like I said, it's been almost ten years. And I was clean then.”
“So...” I bite my lip, heat pooling where his still-hard cock presses against me with every breath he takes. “We could, uh... I mean, if you want...”
“Are you asking me to fuck you without anything between us?” His voice drops lower, rougher.
“Yes.” The word is very breathy, exposing how desperate I am for him. “I want to feel you inside me fully.”
The sound he makes is almost a growl, a very hot growl at that. “You can't just say things like that to me, angel.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to bury myself inside you right fucking now and never pull out.”
I shift my hips, guiding his cock to my entrance. I circle slowly, teasing him with how wet I am, coating him. “Then do it.”
Without a second thought, he drives into me. Hard. Completely filling me in one brutal thrust that steals the air from my lungs.
“Fuckkk.” I moan, my eyes falling closed. I'm sure I'm seeing stars.
He moves my arms, pinning them at my sides, using them as leverage to drag me deeper onto his cock with every punishing thrust.
“Open your eyes and look at me while I take you, angel.”
I obey, forcing my eyes open. My fists clench with the building pressure as he pumps in and out of me, relentless. I stare into his green eyes, taking in how mesmerizing they look in this moment. Like they are consumed by the pure desire burning behind them.
“Maeve,” he moans loudly, grabbing one of my legs and hooking it over his shoulder. The angle drives him impossibly deeper, and I scream in pure pleasure.
“You belong to me now, angel.” The words come out in a commanding voice that makes my toes curl. Like it’s a promise and a warning all at once. “And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure. The added stimulation brings me dangerously close to the edge again.
“Wade—I'm—” I can barely get the words out, overwhelmed by sensation.
“I know. I can feel you.” His rhythm becomes more erratic, his control slipping. “Come for me, Maeve. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
His thumb presses harder on my clit, and that's all it takes. I shatter around him, my body clenching tight as the orgasm rips through me. I cry out his name, my back arching.
“Jesus—Fuck—” He buries himself as deep as he can go, his whole-body tensing as he spills inside me with a guttural groan that sounds like my name.
We stay locked together, both panting and trembling as the aftershock roll through us. His forehead drops to mine, our breaths mingling.
“Christ,” he murmurs after a moment. “That was... incredible.” He kisses me softly, before falling to my side.
I lie there. Satisfied. Happy. Content.
An hour later, we are still a tangled pile of limbs on his sofa.
Now with the oversized, very soft, faux fur blanket over us.
Every now and then, his hand drifts up to brush my hair back or trace idle patterns on my shoulder.
There's no rush to move me, no expectation of anything. He just seems content having me here.
We’ve been non-stop talking. His thumb rubs absent circles against my hip as we do, like he doesn't even realise he's doing it. Wade’s been telling me stories of his bull-riding days, how his dad got him into it by making a bet at some local rodeo.
Wade had apparently said it “looked easy,” so his dad dared him to last more than ten seconds on a bull.
“Didn’t even last five,” he admitted. But that made him determined to get better, so he stuck with it.
Chasing after trophies and buckles, finding something he really enjoyed.
He lights up when he talks about it, and it’s nice to see.
The lines around his eyes soften whenever he talks about something he loves.
It's subtle, but once I notice it, I can't stop seeing it. The same thing happens when he talks Colt’s childhood.
Like he forgets the weight he carries around for a second.
“Until I gave it all up for Colt.” The lightness in his voice disappears, replaced by something quieter. Sadder.
The mention of Wade’s sacrifice and Colt’s name hits me harder than I want to acknowledge. Maybe because I know how much Colt wants his dad's attention, even if he'd never admit it.
I try to push the feeling down, but the weight settles heavy in my chest anyway. Acting as a stark reminder that I could be the final nail in the coffin if this gets out.
I close that train of thought instantly, refusing to let my overthinking brain ruin this moment.
Instead, I straddle Wade, forcing my attention entirely onto the gruff, gorgeous cowboy in front of me.
Within seconds, I feel him growing hard beneath me, his hands already sliding up my thighs, and suddenly the guilt becomes easier to ignore.
Is this what people call being dickmatised?
“Surely you’re not ready for more already.” I laugh.
His hands slowly glide around to my ass. His grip pulls me up, allowing him the space to tease me with his length again. “Angel, I am weak for you. You are my kryptonite.”
I burst out laughing. An uncontrollable laughter over the fact that the man I have dubbed as Cowboy Batman has basically compared himself to Superman. Completely wrong character, and far from an accurate comparison.
It's not even funny. Objectively, it's barely amusing. But it’s gotten to me, and now I can’t stop.
In a flash, he grabs me and flips our positions, pinning me beneath him with complete confusion written over his face. Which only makes me laugh harder.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“Pass my phone, quick.” I gesture toward the pile of clothes. He retrieves it with a suspicious look, eyebrows furrowed, and hands it over.
I unlock it, quickly getting his contact profile up before shoving the screen in his face.
Cowboy Batman.
He stares at it, clearly recognising his number. “You named me Cowboy Batman?” He stares at the screen, then at me, then back at the screen. “You’re taking the piss, right?”
“I'm really not.” I wipe my eyes, trying to catch my breath. “I've had you saved like that for weeks.”
“And you're laughing because...”
“Because you've given me more orgasms tonight than I've probably had in my lifetime, and my brain has officially short-circuited.” I admit through another giggle. “Kryptonite is Superman's thing, not Batman's. It just tickled me more than it should've.”
He shakes his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his mouth. “You're absolutely mental.”
“Probably.” I sit up reluctantly, already mourning the loss of his warmth. “But I should go back to the house.”
He doesn't argue, but I can see the reluctance in his eyes. The same reluctance I'm feeling.
I start gathering my scattered clothes, slowly dressing as I pick up each item. When I finish sliding my slippers on, Wade pulls me into him. Planting a kiss on top of my head.
“This isn't a one-time thing,” he says. Not a question. A statement.
“No,” I agree softly. “It's not.”
“Good.”
I break free from his hold, heading towards the door. I should be terrified right now. Worried about Colt, about getting caught, about all the ways this could blow up in our faces.
But looking back at Wade—his hair a mess, that rare soft expression on his face—I just feel... certain.
This is risky. Reckless, even. But he's worth the risk. I am worth the risk.
“Night, Wade.”
“Night, angel.”
I slip out into the darkness, smiling despite everything.