Page 4 of Roots of Redemption (Hicks Creek #4)

Chapter Two

Wade

W hy did I tell this gorgeous woman the wrong name?

Why am I forcing this fake accent?

She’s incredible, and I’ve started everything with lies.

It doesn’t matter, though; tomorrow, I go back to Hicks Creek, and this will just be one last moment before I have to become a responsible adult.

“I sure didn’t have getting my ass kicked by a hot woman on my bingo card for today,” I drawl with a low chuckle.

She glances up at me sultrily as she’s bent over the pool table, lining up her shot. She’s practically falling out of that body-hugging dress, and I’m not complaining at all.

She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

My pants tighten at the thought of her bent over like that for me. I need to blow off steam. Tonight is the last night I’ll be able to be wild and carefree.

Two days ago, I received a phone call from a lawyer here in Texas who informed me that I have a four-year-old son being raised by his grandma.

His mother, Kara, took off when he was only a few months old but left my name and information with her mother.

The grandma died, his mother is unreachable, and now, I’m in Texas to pick up my son, who doesn’t even know me.

I need to blow off a lot of steam.

The click of the pool ball hitting its target echoes through the bar as I watch her straighten up, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She turns to me, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Your turn, cowboy,” she teases, gesturing to the pool cue in my hand.

“I have a better idea,” I tell her as I take the stick out of her hand. “We’ve been flirting for a few hours, getting to know each other, and it’s getting late. What do you say we go someplace a little quieter?”

She cocks an eyebrow at me before smiling slyly.

“Where to, cowboy?”

“I have a little place barely a block away.”

All the hotels in the area were booked solid. I was lucky to get this little Airbnb studio apartment for the night.

Walking distance to the bar is always a plus.

She nods and quickly finishes her drink. “I need to check in with my friends first,” she says as she smiles back at me.

She puts a finger up in the air to signal for me to wait and then goes over to a table with three women. They’re giggling and looking at me as they give her the green light. A minute later, the two of us walk out of the bar. I immediately link our fingers together.

“Didn’t have you pegged as a guy who liked to hold hands,” she teases.

“I’ve got a lot of surprises up my sleeve.”

She grins back at me. “I can’t wait to see.”

She’s so playful, so sexy and sensual that I can’t help myself any longer. I stop and tug her into me, planting an incredibly hot kiss on her mouth.

My cock isn’t going to stay contained in these pants for much longer.

She pulls away, breathless, as she glances up at me through her eyelashes.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you.”

“Let’s walk a little faster, and you can kiss me more.”

I chuckle as I grab her hand again, and the two of us walk briskly to the studio apartment. I pull her into me as soon as we’re at the top of the stairs and I’m unlocking the door.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as I fumble with the keys.

“I want you,” she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.

My heart pounds in my chest as I finally unlock the door and push it open. Her hands slide down my back, gripping my ass as she pulls me closer still. She kisses me deeply, her tongue thrusting into my mouth hungrily. We both moan simultaneously.

I reach down and caress her butt before I pick her up, pressing her against the door as I kiss her mouth, her neck, and then back to her mouth.

I can’t get enough of her.

She wraps her legs around my waist as my hands cup her bare ass cheeks.

She’s a damn good kisser.

“You’re a wild one,” she breathes against my lips, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

I smirk. “Is that a problem?”

She shakes her head, gripping me tighter. “Not at all.”

I dip down and gently nip at her neck; she moans as her pelvis thrusts forward.

Ah, my kind of girl.

“Please take your pants off and fuck me,” she begs breathily.

I chuckle lowly as I pull back and set her down on the ground. Her hands immediately go toward my pants. I bat her away before one hand goes up to wrap around her throat, and my eyes lock onto hers.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and remove that dress of yours while I remove my pants.”

She bites her bottom lip, her hips thrusting toward me as she whimpers, but she does as she’s told.

She pulls the top of her little red dress down before stepping out, revealing a lacy black strapless bra and panty set.

My hand is still around her throat; the longer it stays there, the slower, more sensual she moves.

I unbuckle my belt before I unbutton and unzip my pants, my eyes roving over her sexy curves. I reach into my wallet and pull out a condom.

“You’re beautiful,” I growl. “Take the rest of it off, now. I want to see those breasts and that pussy before my mouth explores them both.”

She whimpers again before reaching back to unclasp her bra.

I step out of my pants and toss them to the side before putting the condom on.

When that’s done, my free hand grabs one of her breasts.

My thumb brushes over her already taut nipple before I dip down and take it into my mouth.

She sucks in a breath, her fingers sinking into my hair.

I slip my hand down to her core, feeling her warm, wet juices immediately. I pull away from her breast and slide my fingers into my mouth.

“You taste better than I imagined,” I say huskily.

I kiss her again, letting our tongues tangle so she can taste herself. She moans against me. I pull away, turning her around and pinning her against the door again. One hand goes up to grab a fistful of hair, I kiss her neck as I guide my engorged cock inside her.

We both suck in a breath as I fill her.

She’s so warm and tight. It feels so good.

“Yessss,” she breathes with a sexy moan.

I thrust into her, savoring the feeling of her walls tightening around me, her muscles trembling, eager for more.

“Fuck, cowboy,” she pants.

I grip her hair a little tighter. Her eyes widen, and her moans become more desperate as she pushes back toward me.

“Do you like that?” I whisper in her ear, my voice low and dangerous. “Do you like it when I take control?”

She nods, whimpering in response. I lean down so my mouth is close to her ear. “Then you’ll beg for it, won’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers hoarsely. “Fuck me, cowboy. Please fuck me harder.”

I slam into her again, my hips snapping with an almost embarrassing force. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. I can’t resist the temptation any longer. My fingers tighten in her hair, pulling her head back so I can watch her face as I take what I want from her.

“Say it,” I growl. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, cowboy! Fuck me hard!” she screams.

The words are like a challenge thrown down in front of me, and I’m more than happy to accept it.

I pull out almost all the way, then slam back into her, over and over again.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating out from my groin, but I don’t stop.

I continue to pound into her, relentless and unstoppable.

I reach forward and find her swollen clit. She bucks and lets out a slew of curse words as her hand reaches up and threads through my hair. She’s soaking my cock, her body trembling as my fingers put pressure on her while I slam in and out of her.

I can feel my release building, my thrusts growing more erratic. Her moans are getting louder, and her breaths are shorter. I can tell she’s close, and I’m not far behind.

“That’s it,” I growl in her ear. “Take it, baby. Take my cock and let it make you scream.”

The words seem to push her over the edge, and she cries out as her whole body trembles.

Her walls clench around me so tight I think I might lose it right there.

It’s’ too much—the sight of her flushed face, the sounds of her pleasure, the feel of her orgasm wracking her body. I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her hoarsely.

“Do it,” she gasps, lifting her hips to meet mine. “I want you to come! Fuck!”

The thought of her begging for my seed is so damn sexy, and I thrust into her harder than before. Her eyes are wide in the hazy light, her hair a wild mess around her face. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck!” I roar, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

I fill her completely, flooding the condom as she screams my name. My vision blurs for a moment, and then it slowly comes back as I pull out of her and hold her at arm’s length. She collapses against me, panting and still shaking from her orgasm.

I swing her up into my arms and carry her over to the bed, laying her down there gently as I climb in next to her. My hand goes to her throat again, kissing her hungrily before I tug her into me.

As we lay there naked, coming down from our high, I realize that I can’t continue with the lie I told her. My entire world is about to change tomorrow, and this, this can’t be anything, seeing as how she lives in Texas and I live in Hicks Creek.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I say softly.

“Me too, I—”

“I lied about my name.”

“Me too,” she giggles. “It was a stupid thing my friends and I were doing, and…this isn’t something that I normally do.”

She props herself up on her elbow and looks back at me; for the first time all night, her eyes have a sense of familiarity. Like, I’ve seen those doe-eyed baby blues looking back at me before.

Incredible sex has me going crazy.

“Anyway, I’m only here because I just found out I have a child, and I pick him up tomorrow and head back to Hicks Creek, where I live,” I ramble.

She gasps. Her eyes widen quickly, almost in fear.

“Hicks Creek?” she repeats. “That’s…that’s where I’m from.”

“Really? How long did you live there? Small world. My name is Wade, not Collin. Dang, I would have remembered you.”

“Fuck,” she gasps as she jumps out of bed. “Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. This can’t be happening. No, no, no.”

Well, that wasn’t the reaction I was going for.

She races around the room, looking for her clothes as I jump up and try to reach out to her.

“Shit. I knew it. And then…you told me your name was Collin, and I…” She’s rambling, not really talking to me as she does.

“I should have listened to my intuition. When will I ever learn to trust it, for cripe’s sake?

I can’t believe…” She stops abruptly, looks back at me longingly, and shakes her head.

“Wade freaking Callahan. How in the hell did this happen?”

She just said my last name. How would she know that?

“How do you know…?”

She’s throwing her dress on, without her bra and panties, stuffing them into her purse as she searches for her shoes.

Damn, that’s hot. Shit. Focus!

“I can’t believe I did this. I can’t believe…”

“Can you stop for a second?” I ask as I jump out of the bed and touch her arm. She yanks it backward as if she’s on fire. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out right now and…I don’t know who you are, but you seem to know me, and it’s a little weird. Did I do something wrong?”

“You clearly don’t even recognize me. I was never your type before and…I don’t think you ever realized I was a girl.”

Never my type? Has she looked in the mirror? What is happening?

“What?”

She rolls her eyes before raising her chin defiantly. “My name isn’t Samantha. You might remember me as Sutton Bishop, your next-door neighbor. Our moms were best friends until my dad caused a giant blow-up and alienated everyone with his ridiculous, hot-headed actions.”

There’s no fucking way! This is not at all the girl that I remember.

I always thought Sutton was pretty, but in a gritty, tomboy way.

She was much more comfortable in cowboy boots and jeans, with her hair pulled up into a messy bun.

She was almost always covered in mud or dirt.

This woman, well, she’s a damn knockout and doesn’t look like those heels of her have ever seen the dirt.

She turns on her heels halfway through her explanation as if she’s looking for something. When I don’t immediately respond, she spins around. Her eyes are full of tears.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid or that I let this happen,” she hisses before she scurries out of the apartment barefoot.

“Sutton!” I call after her as I try to find my pants or boxers, something.

By the time I get outside, she’s long gone.