Page 74 of Sire

“Hey!” Loch calls out yards away. “Are y’all finding firewood or fucking?”

I roll my eyes, muttering, “Iwish.”

Sire chuckles. “Patience.”

I point to my crotch, clad in camouflage. “I got your impatience right here.”

He smirks, snaking his hand between my thighs, his thumb instantly teasing my exact spot. I gasp at his touch as he growls over my parted lips, “You’re goddamn right this isminetonight.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SIRE

It takes foreverfor the sun to set and for me to get Wren into our tent.

“I need to take a quick bath first,” she insists, so I stand guard at the edge of the nearby river with my rifle in hand … and her engagement ring burning a hole in my pocket.

“Fuck, woman, you’re killing me,” I mutter, watching Wren strip naked before wading into the shallow water.

She teases, glancing over her shoulder, “Like what you see?”

“I’m going to fuckingownwhat I see.”

Damn, I know heaven and hell exist because I feel both with Wren.

Playing with her, pleasing her, the promise of having her: that’s been my heaven. Not fully satisfying her, not seeing my ring on her finger while my cock is buried deep in her tight pussy while I come inside her: that’s my hell.

But not for long.

Watching her naked in the dusk-lit river, her thick hair twisted in a messy bun with black tendrils weaving down her wet tawny skin to her narrow waist, water lapping at her fullhips, her delicate hands obviously washing her pert breasts, then her sweet pussy…

Goddamn, Iamlucky.

Iamstarting new.

Wren’s right. We both need to confront our pasts becausethatsoul-stunning woman, washing her sweaty neck, is my future.

She has no idea the plans I’ve been making. How I’m going to marry her when we get home.

When she’s finally washed and ready for bed, it makes me spoon her tight under our summer-weight sleeping bag.

Nash and Jace settle into theirs beside us. We made the snorers—Loch, Axel, and Grant—sleep in the other tent.

Thankfully, the frogs by the night river are louder. So are the crickets, chirping in the woods around us.

It’s peaceful.

But Wren, with her little silky sleeping shorts and shirt, and the hope she’ll be my wife soon, has me firmly awake.

Quietly, I sneak my hand under her shirt, caressing her warm skin. Softly, she gasps while I pinch her taut nipple and suck her neck. I go back and forth, tugging on her firm peaks, and rutting my hard cock between her plump ass cheeks, until she’s grinding back on me and we’re both fighting to stifle our moans.

“Shh, little angel,” I whisper in her ear. “Don’t let them hear me make you come.”

“Oh, we can hear you,” Jace answers with a husky voice.

He’s on the other side of Nash, who murmurs, “Like any of us will sleep until she comes.”

The throb in my cock is instant. “You hear that, Angel?” I guide Wren to lie on her back. “They won’t sleep until I make you come.”