Page 43 of Sweet Escape (Whispering Oaks Ranch #1)
I snort, my shoulders shaking from the force of my laughter. “Even Amber got tired of your limp dick.”
His nostrils flare, and I instinctively take a step back. I’ve never seen him so murderous. Then again, I never really stood up to him before—not like this, not in a crowd full of people where he can be publicly humiliated.
Before he can throw another lame ass insult, he’s pulled away by security and the whole crowd erupts into loud cheers.
I twist in Wilder’s arms, burying my face against his shirt. His familiar woody scent envelopes me, and a peace washes over me.
“Let’s go home,” he murmurs.
As soon as we step inside, Wilder has me backed up against the door, his lips trailing a path down my body as he unzips my jumpsuit. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to peel you out of this fucking outfit?”
“No.” The word is little more than a breathy sigh.
“All goddamn night, Liv. I didn’t even want to leave the house. Nobody else should ever get to see you like this. Only me.”
“Are you feeling possessive, Big Guy?”
“After what happened tonight, your piece of shit ex trying to claim you? Yeah. You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?”
Leaving my clothes discarded in the entry, I dash down the hallway. “Better hurry up and show me, then.”
His strides are purposeful as he chases after me, the clinking of his belt following me all the way to his room. He catches up to me before I can reach the bed and pushes me up against the wall. “Bend over, hands flat on the wall like a good girl.”
I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him tossing his shirt into a heap on the floor, his cock jutting out of his unzipped jeans. “I can’t be slow tonight. I need you.”
“You have me.” Heart and soul.
He wraps a hand around my neck in a possessive grip, keeping me upright as his other hand skates below my belly, reaching between my thighs. “Mmmm. So wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.”
“Such a good girl.” His hard cock presses against my ass as he circles m y clit with his fingers. “Did it turn you on to watch me tear into your ex?”
I let out a soft whimper as he pushes two fingers inside. “God, yes.”
“Good,” he rasps, his voice rough and wild. “I protect what’s mine.”
“Please, Wilder. I need more.”
His tongue traces the line of my shoulder. “What do you need? Say it.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Mmmm. Since you asked so nicely.” He lines himself up at my entrance and surges forward, my body giving no resistance, like he was tailor-made to fit me. I moan at the stretch and the slight bite of pain when he bottoms out. “Yes. Just like that. More.”
He thrusts faster, setting a bruising pace. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass mingles with his grunts and my breathy moans.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cry.
His movements slow, and he pulls out, but I don’t have to miss him for long. Lifting me into his arms, he sets me on the bed and crawls up my body, his eyes raking over every exposed inch of me. Nobody has ever looked at me the way Wilder does, and it makes my heart squeeze inside my chest.
“Doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked and you’re not,” I murmur.
“All you had to do was ask,” he says, tugging off his jeans and boxers. “Better?”
“Hell. Yes.”
He chuckles, deep and throaty and full of desire. “Lie on your side.”
I do as I’m told, and he lies behind me, his chest against my back, nestling his cock between my slick thighs.
One hand rests revere ntly on my stomach while the other cups my cheek, turning my face so he can kiss me.
His tongue glides along mine, and he slips inside me at the same time, the new angle hitting me just right.
He swallows my moans, taking me slow and deep.
“Touch yourself,” he whispers. “Tell me when you’re close so we can come together. ”
I slide my fingers between my legs and rub my clit, the added stimulation bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Wilder’s breath fans over my neck, his beard scratching against my soft skin. “You feel so good, honey.”
Our bodies collide over and over, slick with sweat and consumed by desire. I reach back and wrap my hand around his neck, and he peppers my shoulder with kisses. His heartbeat thrums beneath my palm. Something heady and wonderful builds within me, and a reckless need rises to the surface.
“Wilder, I?—”
“I know,” he whispers.
No, you don’t.
He kisses my neck ever so gently and brings his hand between us. His fingers twine with mine, pressing against my clit. “Come with me,” he murmurs. “Come with me right fucking now.”
He groans right next to my ear. The combination of sensations unravels me, sending me flying over the edge into pure bliss.
I come until my body is spent and every muscle is aching from the force of my release.
Wilder follows me every step of the way, spilling inside me as he holds me together.
My heart is beating out of my chest, and not for the release, but for the thing I almost let slip—the words that still sit on the tip of my tongue, tasting like a potent mix of regret and longing.
I don’t dare to hope he might feel the same way, but my foolish fucking heart is already in it, and I can’t take it back.
Wilder stays inside me as we drift off to sleep, and that’s whe re I find him again, in dreams of a future that will never be.
When we wake up, he makes love to me again—only that’s not really what it is, and I can’t let myself sink further into the depths of this broken man, or I'll never find a way out.