Page 52 of Sweet Escape (Whispering Oaks Ranch #1)

Mercy

? Til There’s Nothing Left - Cam

Wilder

Olivia saunters into the bedroom wearing nothing but my shirt, secured by a single button between her breasts.

Her belly peeks out of the opening, and her blonde waves cascade down her back.

Her thick thighs are on full display, and there’s something about the gleam in her eyes that has me bracing for impact.

“What are you doing, honey?”

“Hopefully seducing you.” She saunters over to where I’m perched on the foot of the bed. She steps between my spread thighs and slides her arms around my neck, straddling my lap. With her belly between us, I’m forced to lean back on my hands.

“By all means, Miss Sullivan, seduce away.”

“Mmm… I like the sound of that.” Her fingers find the hem of my T-shirt, and I sit up long enough for her to pull it over my head. Licking her lips, her soft hands glide down my torso, nails raking gently over my skin. Fucking hell, the view is incredible.

“You gonna have your way with me?” I smirk.

My eyes lock on hers as she climbs off my lap and removes my jeans, leaving me in just my boxers. “Slide to the top of the bed and put your hands over your head, Cowboy.”

“Cowboy, huh? That’s new.” I don’t know what she has in mind, but I’ll play. This sexy siren side of Olivia is really doing it for me. Then again, Olivia in any form does it for me.

She disappears into my closet, returning with a set of ropes I recognize instantly. Quirking a brow, I ask, “When did you steal those?”

“That’s not really any of your business. Arms. Over. Your. Head.” She reiterates her command, punctuating each word as she unravels the rope.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The bed dips as she kneels beside my head, and when she bends over to secure my hands, her belly lines up with my face.

Without thinking, I kiss just below her belly button, eliciting a shiver.

I’m so distracted, I don’t notice her sliding the ropes over my wrists until they’re already secured to the headboard.

“Where’d you learn how to do a handcuff knot, Livie?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

I tug on the ropes keeping me in place. “Tell me I’m the first man you’ve ever used this way. Tell me nobody else has ever been at your mercy like this.”

“Are you jealous, Wilder?”

“You know I am.”

She kisses my lips, barely a taste, and it’s not enough; it’ll never be enough. “I like you jealous,” she whispers, “but there’s never been anyone else I’ve wanted to have like this. Only you.”

She crawls backward on the bed with a smirk until she’s positioned between my spread thighs, her head at eye level with my cock, whic h strains beneath my boxer briefs.

She slowly slides her palms up my legs, teasing me with her fingertips.

I groan, my hands tugging against the ropes.

I want to touch, to taste, to tease, but I’m helpless.

“What’s wrong, Big Guy?”

“You’re laughing now, Pretty Girl, but just you wait until I get my hands on you.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is.”

She licks her lips and loops her fingers around the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down my legs, releasing my rock-hard erection.

From this angle, I can see straight down the top of my shirt to the swells of her generous breasts, and I’m dying to see if I can get her to come just by sucking on them.

Her belly grazes against my cock as she licks a trail up my torso, kissing my chest and abs.

“Stop teasing,” I say through gritted teeth.

“But it’s so much fun,” she replies, infusing her voice with a sensual tone I’ve never heard. She’s sin incarnate, and I want to bury myself inside her and never come up for air.

Her soft hand wraps around my rigid length as she flicks her tongue across my nipple, and I almost come right then and there.

She repositions herself on her knees and licks the underside of my shaft, stopping at the tip to lick the precum that’s gathered there.

When she takes me into her mouth and moans around my length, I feel every vibration.

“Fucking hell, Liv. You keep that up and I’ll be coming down your throat.”

She gazes up at me through her lashes, and I struggle against the restraints, trying to get to her, forgetting for a split second that she has me at her mercy.

I groan out my frustration as she takes me to the back of her throat, over and over, sucking the goddamn life out of me. I’m dangerously close to the edge, but she must know it. She pulls back before I can take the plunge.

Olivia wipes her thumb along her bottom lip, her hooded eyes boring into mine. She kneels over me, positioning my cock at her entrance.

“Fuck yes. Ride me. Take what you need.”

The sound she makes as she sinks onto my length, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, will be etched into my memory for years to come.

It takes a few tries before I’m fully seated inside her, her ass flush against my hips.

I want to palm her hips, her tits, any part of her, but I’m completely powerless.

There’s nothing that will compare to the feeling of being inside Olivia Sullivan, not in a million fucking years.

Her hips rock back and forth, one hand gripping my thigh just above my knee while the other rests on her belly, her head thrown back and her lips parted on a moan.

The combination of Liv’s pussy clenching around me and the sight of her on top of me brings me to the brink of orgasm faster than anything I’ve experienced.

Her movements speed up, and she slides one hand between her legs to circle her clit. The sight is so erotic that I have to pinch my eyes shut to stop myself from coming too soon. An involuntary whimper escapes when her fingers brush my shaft.

“Wilder,” she moans. “I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.”

Her body convulses, and she gushes around me as she comes undone. She stops moving, and I take the opportunity to fuck up into her, prolonging her release.

“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Beautiful.” Thrust.

We both still, chests heaving, then she leans forward and takes my mouth in a delicious kiss. Breathless, she sits back and starts to move aga in, my cock still buried to the hilt. She rides me slowly, languidly, building my release all over again.

Her motions speed up, and she digs her palms into my chest, letting me take over from below. “Be a good boy and come for me, Cowboy,” she says, her voice strained. Her face is perfectly flushed, tears gathering along her lashes, and I know she’s about to fall apart all over again.

“Together. Let’s do it together.”

She screams out her release with my name on her lips, dragging me over the edge with her as I fill her with my cum. I let out a satisfied moan as our combined releases leak down my shaft. It’s filthy and erotic and the single hottest experience of my life.

“Climb up here and give me a taste,” I say.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “Say please,” she whines.

Fuck. Who is this woman?

“Come on, Pretty Girl. Sit on my face.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” She crawls to the top of the bed and unties my hands, providing me with the sweet relief I’ve been waiting for. I don’t waste a single moment fisting her hair and dragging her lips over mine.

“You’re incredible,” I growl. “Now sit on my fucking face.”I slap her ass, no doubt leaving behind a palm print.

With my hands free, I help her position herself exactly where I want her, with her swollen pussy above my lips.

She’s absolutely soaked in a combination of her release and mine; I should probably be disgusted, but I’m not—I’m starving.

I swipe my tongue from her entrance all the way to her clit, and she sighs.

She’s still hovering above me, and that’s not gonna work for me. “Grab onto the headboard and sit.”

“I’ll suffocate you.”

“Good. I want to drown in you. ”

I snake my arms under her thighs and tug her down against my face. I suck her clit into my mouth, goose bumps erupting along her skin. The taste of us on my tongue, combined with her moaning and writhing above me, has me hardening again, but it’s not about me this time.

I dip down to her opening, plunging my tongue inside her tight heat.

She’s fucking drenching my face, and I can’t get enough of her.

She rocks against me, my beard rubbing against the inside of her thighs, leaving behind a mark that’ll remind her of this moment for days to come.

I scrape my teeth over her clit, and she whimpers, one hand threading through my hair to hold me right where she wants me.

“Come for me, Liv. Soak my beard.”

I lay one stinging slap on her ass cheek, not letting up for a second as I eat her like a man starved. She cries out, and it only takes a few more rough strokes of my tongue until she’s falling apart above me, her thighs clamping down on my head as she trembles from the force of her release.

“So beautiful when you come for me,” I say.

She lazily rolls to the side, her face flushed, sweat dotting her hairline—my wet dream come to life. I pull her to me, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. A swell of emotion threatens to consume me.

I can’t name it— won’t name it—hellbent on ignoring the relentless ache in my chest. I’m a selfish bastard for keeping her here when I know I can’t give her what she needs, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. Not now, maybe not ever.

Olivia

Wilder’s head rests on my chest, his palm skating up and down my belly. Three little words are on the tip of my tongue as my belly jumps, and shock washes over his features.

“Did you see that?” he asks in awe .

I smile and grab his hand, placing it just below my belly button where I feel the strongest kick. “Just wait.” A quiet settles between us as we stare down at my protruding bump, silently willing her to kick again.

“Come on, Baby Girl, kick for Daddy.” As if responding to the deep timbre of his voice, she kicks beneath our joined palms, and Wilder’s features soften as he gazes up at me. “Fuck, Liv. This is… everything.”

I open my mouth to speak, hesitating, but as I stare into his eyes, I know one thing to be true, beyond all reason. “I think—I think I love you.”

His hand drops, and he pinches his eyes shut. “Olivia… I…”

“No. Don’t say anything. I know you can’t. It’s okay. I just… needed you to know. I think I’ve loved you for a while. I think I’d love you even if we weren’t having a baby together. That’s enough for me. I don’t need to hear it back.”

He repositions us until I’m flush against his side and buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “I can’t give you what you need.” It’s a quiet confession, one that should break me, but it doesn’t. I know it’s coming from a place of fear. I don’t speak, waiting for him to continue.

“I can’t watch you suffer, Liv. You’ve made yourself essential to me, somehow—more integral than the air I breathe. The possibility of losing you… it's the worst fate imaginable. Being left alone to carry on in a world where you don’t exist—I can’t do it. I know it’s not rational…”

I shift up, sliding a palm over his beard to turn his face ever so slightly. “I’m not asking you to love me back. I’m begging you to let yourself be loved.”

The words come unbidden, and I'm shocked to find I believe them. I don’t need the words, I never have. Wilder has shown me in a million ways just how important I am to him, and that’s more than enough. It’s everything .

“I already know what it’s like when someone says they love you and they don’t mean it,” I say.

“I don’t need or want that. I want what we have now.

I want the care that you’ve shown me since the moment I stood before you on that plane with mascara all over my face.

I want the smiles that greet me in the morning, even if they come with decaf coffee.

I want the version of me that only comes out with you by my side.

I want whatever you’re willing to give, guarded heart and all. Can you do that?”

He huffs out a breath through his nose, shaking his head almost imperceptibly.

“I don’t deserve you.” His eyes turn glassy as he palms my cheek—my big, broken cowboy.

“Someday, when that’s not enough for you anymore, I need you to tell me.

I need you to be honest. I don’t want to be the reason you’re in pain. Not ever. Promise me.”

I won’t. There won’t ever be a time when Wilder isn’t enough for me, when this life and our kids aren’t enough for me.

The devastating truth is, I’ve fallen for a man who will never return my feelings, and isn’t that just like me? Another tragedy of my own making because, whether I’m ready to admit it to myself or not, nobody will ever compare to Wilder Hayes.

So, I lie.

“I promise.”