Page 43 of I Found You (Wilder #1)

Maeve

The setting sun lit up the sky in beautiful pinks and oranges while Wyatt and I brought Jane on a walk after dinner. It was only early fall, but the days were already noticeably shorter. The temperature was cooler as well, but it was pleasant enough when the sun was out, like tonight.

After spending one night apart and being uncharacteristically bold on the phone with him, Wyatt had taken me on a surprise date.

He lined up his dad, Charlie, to babysit so he could take me out properly.

We laughed and talked for hours. I couldn’t think of a single time in my life that I felt this happy.

Even having Josie back in town was turning out to be better than I could have anticipated.

We still had a long way to go to mend, or build, our relationship, but it was nice to see her putting in the effort.

Plus, she hadn’t gotten into any trouble since she had been in town as far as I was aware.

We walked back to my house, me pushing an empty stroller because Wyatt was carrying Jane.

She was solidly into the stage now where getting her in and out of car seats or strollers was like trying to wrangle a demon.

But happy as can be in Wyatt’s arms, no one would have any clue that she could re-enact an exorcism simply by putting a strap across her lap.

An SUV was parked in front of my house, and as soon as we started to get close, Wes stepped out.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” Wyatt greeted him.

Wes had always been stoic and hard to read whenever we had hung out together, but today, he was even more so. His glance flitted to Jane, then Wyatt, landing on me.

“I need to talk to you. Both of you.” Wes’s low voice rumbled.

Just then, another SUV pulled up behind Wes.

“What are you doing here, Wes,” Luke said, his tone holding a note of caution.

“Same thing as you, I assume.”

“This has nothing to do with you. I don’t even know how you know yet.”

“The fuck this doesn’t have to do with me.”

Wes towered over Luke, but Luke was holding his ground, authority snapping in the air around them.

“What’s going on? You guys are making me nervous.” I told him.

Luke broke the staring contest to look over at me, then at Wyatt and Jane. Why were they both looking at Jane like that? Alarm bells were going off in my head. My heart was beating so wildly it felt like it was beating inside out.

“Why don’t we go inside.”

Wyatt’s arm tightened around Jane, and he pressed his other hand against my back as we walked into the house.

“Does anyone want something to drink?” I asked.

A chorus of no’s and no, thank you’s went up.

“Doll, let’s just sit down. Hear what they have to say. ”

Wyatt and I sat on the small sofa with Jane. Wes took the armchair, leaving Luke standing.

“Oh, Luke. Let me get you a chair.”

I started to stand, but Wyatt placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back down, just as Luke responded, “I’m good. But thank you.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Are you going to spit it out or not,” Wes growled.

“Wyatt. Maeve. I wanted you to hear it from me before anyone else said something to you.” Luke shot Wes a glare before he continued. “But we’ve tracked down Jane’s family, including a grandmother on the mother’s side that is interested in obtaining custody of her.”

The room spun as a wave of dizziness overtook me.

“What?” I asked as the same time Wyatt said, “Shit.”

“Listen. I know you have both become attached to her, and from the police department’s point of view, we oversee the investigation and identifying next of kin.

DCF has been notified as well, just before I came here, and they will be responsible for determining if that next of kin is the appropriate placement. ”

“Right. Of course. Thank you for coming by to tell us in person.” I told Luke.

“I’m not done looking into it. Now that we know who the family is, I’ll find out everything about these people,” Wes said.

Luke stood with his hands on his hips, and tipping his head back, he sighed.

“Yes, Wes. You are done. This is a police matter. You never should have been involved in the first place.” This time, his glare was aimed at Wyatt.

Wyatt shrugged and turned his attention to Wes. “Thanks, man. If you find anything, let me know.”

Wes nodded silently, and Luke ran his hands down his face.

Neither Luke nor Wes stayed much longer.

While Wyatt was seeing them out, I got to my feet and went to the kitchen.

But I wasn’t hungry or thirsty, so I walked back into the living room.

I was too jittery to sit though. I needed to straighten the living room, right now.

Blankets, burp clothes, a pack of wipes, baby toys.

There were things everywhere. When did I start letting it get so messy in here?

“Hey. Hey, it’s going to be alright.” I looked up at Wyatt, then down at my armload of things.

Wyatt took everything from my hands and dumped it on the sofa.

Standing in front of me, he stroked his free hand up and down my arm.

I reached out and took Jane from his hold, the overwhelming need to hold her consuming me.

Wyatt wrapped his arms around me, effectively sandwiching Jane between us. I felt him kiss the top of my head as we just stood like that.

The numbness started to fade throughout the evening. Our nighttime route played out exactly as it had every night before. I gave Jane a bath, rubbed lotion on her, put her in a clean diaper and pajamas, and gave her a bedtime bottle. By the time she was asleep, I was feeling much better.

Wyatt walked into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around me. Leaning back so I could tilt my face up to his, I kissed his chin, then his neck. His throaty growl sounded in my ear.

“Be careful, doll. I wasn’t looking to get anything started. I know you must be exhausted and stressed. But if it’s stress relief you want, I can help you out.”

I pushed my hands up the back of his shirt and let my nails drag down his back with just a little bit of pressure.

His growl vibrated in his chest. Grabbing his shirt by the back collar, he ripped it over his head with one hand.

Goodness, that was hot. He gently pushed me to my back on the bed and moved between my legs.

I lifted my hips so he could pull my sleep shorts off, which he quickly removed.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands on my thighs pushing them further apart.

“Fuck. You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, trailing kisses across my pubic bone. His lips came around my clit, and his tongue flicked out in a quick motion. A sigh escaped my lungs.

“Do that again. You make me feel so good.”

With a featherlight kiss, followed by the pressure of his tongue, he circled my clit but this time added in a quick suck. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back.

“You’re so wet it’s driving me crazy.”

He descended his mouth on me, stroking his tongue up my slit.

Alternating between sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue, he ravaged me until I was writhing on the bed.

My body was winding tighter and tighter as he continued his onslaught.

Just as I was at the point of climax, he pulled off me.

“What… why did you…” I started, but Wyatt quickly jumped to his feet and pulled off his pants. He climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. I could taste myself on his lips. Pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, I sucked on it and was rewarded with a feral groan.

“How do you want it, doll? Fast and hard or slow and sweet?”

I cupped his face in my hands. “I just want you, Wyatt. I need you. However you want me.”

Manhandling me, he pulled me further onto the bed and flipped me onto my belly. I let out a startled squeal and started laughing.

Moving behind me, Wyatt leaned over my back and whispered, “You like that? You like when you make me lose my mind?”

“Yes,” I answered. “Now, kiss me.”

He obliged, kissing me hard. And as his lips met mine, his dick thrust into my entrance. My body was primed and already at the precipice. With the stretch, the pressure, the fullness I felt, I immediately came, my inner walls contracting around his cock.

“Jesus Christ, Maeve,” Wyatt said quietly.

“Move, please, Wyatt. I need you to fuck me.”

His intense brown eyes flashed with fire.

Rearing back, he withdrew and then rammed into me again.

My orgasm was still fluttering through me as he thrust harder and harder, working me through it.

His cock hit all the right places in my body, and before I knew what was happening, another wave was building at the base of my spine.

Wyatt’s breathing became more erratic as he chased his pleasure.

He must have been able to tell that I was close to a second climax because he shifted his weight to one arm and brought his fingers to my clit, rubbing in a circular motion.

I yelled out his name as my orgasm ripped through me, more powerful than before.

Wyatt pumped one, two more times, and then stilled, his release coming with mine, his chest sagging against mine as we tried to catch our breath.

I didn’t have a bathroom on this floor of the house, so instead of a washcloth, Wyatt used his shirt to clean me. I told him I would put it in the laundry as soon as I could move again, which at this point looked to be sometime next week.

* * *

Two days had passed, and Kara still hadn’t returned my call. The next morning after Luke and Wes had shown up, I left her a voicemail to find out if there was any update.