Page 17 of And Forever (The Riders and Rings Duology #2)

CHARLOTTE

EVERS RIDGE, MONTANA — JULY

“ W ild. Please .” I pant the words against the mattress in the blue-gray light of early morning. “More.”

“So needy, baby.”

I moan quietly as Wilder kisses up my spine, tongue trailing up the vertebrae before he bites the junction of my neck and shoulder.

It stings in a delicious way. I hope it leaves a mark.

His cock, hot and heavy, thrusts lazily between my parted thighs.

My legs shake with arousal and anticipation as I work to keep my ass in the air.

After being woken up by a mind-melting orgasm from his long, dexterous fingers and wicked tongue, my arms are near-incapable of holding me up.

Even now, Wilder grips me around my middle to access the parts of me he wants.

“Where are the condoms, Charlie?” Wilder whispers as he lowers me onto the puddle of sheets.

Immediately, I fling an arm out to the nightstand in answer, where an unused box sits in a drawer, because I’ve learned my lesson about being prepared—even with no cause to use them.

I wiggle my hips as he stretches his long torso over to retrieve the condom.

My ass brushes against his coarse hair at the base of his cock, an unlikely sensation to send arousal pumping through my veins, but I’m so close to getting what I want that all my senses are heightened.

“I’ll remind you that the only reason I’m not spanking your ass for teasing me with it is because our daughter’s asleep down the hall.

” Wilder squeezes one globe hard enough that I know it will bruise, but I just push into his hand and wiggle again, delighting when he sucks in a slightly pained breath. “You’re fucking killing me, baby.”

I giggle as he tears open the condom and rolls it onto his length.

I lick my lips as my brain supplies the image.

Just as long and thick as I remember, with a slight curve to the right.

He pumps it a couple of times before the slippery latex slides between the folds of my pussy, collecting the arousal to spread along his shaft.

As Wilder pulls back, he gives a flick of his wrist, making the tip slap lightly against my clit, engorged and desperate for stimulation.

“Ah!” I gasp, the sensation tipping me closer to another climax, and he isn’t even inside me yet.

“Jesus Christ,” I ground out the curse as Wilder chuckles darkly, repeating his slide and slap.

“No.” He pulls free from between my thighs and uses his thumbs to spread me even wider. “It’s just me.”

Then he slams home. Pushing in and thrusting long and deep.

It’s too much and not enough at the same time as my body accommodates him.

The stretch burns just to the edge of pain, but the feeling of him filling me eclipses any discomfort.

Wilder groans, and I sigh as his thighs settle against the back of mine for a moment.

It’s not long enough to gain control or get used to anything because, in the next second, Wilder draws his hips away.

Every contour, every ridge of his cock slowly slides against my most sensitive spots.

Places I haven’t been able to satisfy with my fingers or toys over the years.

“You feel amazing, baby. So fucking good—like this pussy never forgot how to wrap around me.” Wilder’s words are emphasized with a few more slow and steady thrusts. Each one is easier than the last as I get wetter, and the rightness of it is nearly overwhelming.

After coming back to the cottage and saying goodnight to Ada, we fell into bed, content to listen to Winona’s monitor and fall asleep in each other’s arms. But I should have known after the hungry way he devoured me in the gazebo and the filthy promises he whispered in the wind, Wilder wouldn’t be happy to only sleep here.

Now, as he picks up his rhythm behind me, adjusting his hold on my hips to reach deeper, I know this is a reclaiming.

And I hope we can do it every day for the rest of our lives.

“Yes, right there!” I curl one hand around the corner of a lone pillow at the new angle Wilder hits.

It takes all my self-control to remember to keep my voice down.

The bedroom grows lighter by the minute, and Winona is usually an early riser.

But it’s hard to focus on that when Wilder traces the curve of my hip with his fingers, reaching between my legs to press a rough finger against my clit. “Fuuuuckkk.”

“That’s my good girl.” He dips his fingers to where we’re joined, dampening them before dragging them back up to my overly sensitive nub.

He stokes the fire of my orgasm hotter and higher as he alternates between teasing circles and firm pressure.

My back arches, and I find enough strength to rise to my elbows.

I twist to look at him over my shoulder.

His blue eyes burn with desire as they take in my naked body, bouncing against his thighs with every powerful stroke.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Haven’t had anyone else… Just had you… All I’ve ever wanted.”

Wilder’s confessions spill from his lips, and he doesn’t even notice me looking at him.

His focus is on me. On this moment together.

His powerful body is taut with effort to bring us both to completion.

I can see it in the way his eyes narrow a little in the corner when I let out a gasp as his fingers coax another level of pleasure from me.

His abdominals flex and ripple with every thrust under the healthy layer of mass he’s gained there.

I see the faded line of his Adonis belt twitch when he adds a little grind against me.

“I’m so close,” I tell him. “Make me come, Cowboy.”

“I’m going to, baby.” Briefly, he abandons his ministrations on my clit in favor of pulling me against him by my elbows.

It’s so fast, and the position so different, I have to spread my legs wider to compensate.

But Wilder’s strength doesn’t falter, and I don’t question the security of his hold.

He just bands one arm around my middle and returns his other hand to press on the bundle of nerves protesting his absence.

“Going to have you gush around this cock. Coat me with it, then I’ll fucking pull another from you as you wring my cum from me. ”

Filthy words in my ear. Strong arms around me. Fingers playing with me to the perfect pitch, and a thick cock filling every single inch over and over again.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train.

It barrels in and out of me on a single shout I can’t possibly contain.

My whole body shakes apart, and I’m coming like I never have before.

Wilder keeps his word, working me to new heights.

I don’t know if I want to get away from him or settle further onto him as my pussy throbs and spasms. A wet, squelching sound comes from where Wilder’s fingers practically vibrate against my swollen and abused clit.

He holds me tighter just as a rush of liquid paints the bed under me, and I lose my breath.

“Good girl,” Wilder praises in my ear. He could be yelling it, but the way the sound has faded through the force of my orgasm, it might as well be a whisper.

The world tilts and spots fill my vision in a dizzying array of light.

I’m gasping as his fingers slow, but never leave me.

“Give me another, baby. Strangle my cock.”

“I don’t—fuck,” I heave in protest. But my body has other ideas, and I realize Wilder hasn’t stopped fucking me.

His hips pick up in earnest, moving faster, even in this position, driving his cock in and out.

I’ve already come but my pussy is acting like a greedy bitch because arousal continues to pulse through me. “Wilder!”

Another climax fires through me, but it’s a slow burn instead of the inferno I have barely come down from.

There’s a liquid blaze making its way through my veins, and I groan at the drawn-out intensity.

My head lolls back against Wilder’s shoulder as my body jerks from the sharp thrusts of his hips.

Once.

Twice.

Three times before he stays buried in me. Filling the condom.

“So perfect. Soaking me like that.” I shiver at the growling timbre of Wilder’s words along the hot skin of my neck. “Now, taking all of me. Owning me.” Wilder presses a gentle kiss against my pulse. “I’m fucking yours, Charlotte. I’ve never belonged to anyone else.”

With the last of my energy, I reach up to cradle his head, holding him. “I’m yours, Wild. I always was, and I always will be.”

Winona’s third birthday sneaks up on me in a whirlwind of long days and pleasure-filled nights.

Wilder has practically moved into my cottage and spends half the week as the co-default parent, actively parenting Winona as his role has shifted to part-time with Cooper now on the ranch.

The perfect domestic bubble we’ve created still doesn’t feel real, and there are mornings when I’m convinced I’ll wake up and it will all have been a dream.

But the worry subsides as Wilder wraps his arms around my waist on the front porch. We finish waving off my parents' car as they take Winona into town for an ice cream and to the park, giving us time to set up for her party .

“I’ve always heard little girls dream of a pony for a present, but she kind of has two of those here.” Wilder presses a warm kiss to my temple before I spin to clasp my hands behind his neck. “Is it okay that I got her a Bluey playset instead?”

“She’s going to love it,” I reassure him, lifting onto my toes just enough to have him meet me halfway in a kiss.

It’s soft and sweet. But the moment Wilder’s tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and his hands wander down to grip my ass, I lose myself to the heat between us.

It’s been like this since that first night: insatiable. All-consuming.