Page 43 of Wake Me Up (New England Bay Sharks #5)

“Dammit, Freya,” he practically hisses. “If you had just fucking asked me, I would have told you that I don’t give two fucks about having kids of my own.

Why would I when you have three of the coolest kids that I’ve ever met?

” He tilts his head to the side slightly.

“I love you, and I love your kids.” His eyes grow glossy, and his voice cracks.

“I want you and your kids, Freya. The ones you already have. I want all four of you. I want to love you all. Can’t you just fucking let me? ”

My lip trembles, and my nose runs. “Y-you do?” I sniff, wiping my face with my sleeve.

“Yes,” he practically snaps. “And if you stopped pushing me away and gave me an actual chance, I’d show you that. You don’t get to decide what I want or what I need in life.” Sliding his hand along my cheek, he dips his forehead closer. “Especially when all I want or need is you guys.”

This is another one of those moments when I can’t believe that Tripp fell into my life the way that he did.

And if it had been a second earlier, I probably wouldn’t have seen him.

Not fully anyway. Because I wasn’t ready to love again.

The universe delivered this angel the instant I was ready for him, even if I didn’t realize it right away.

“I’m sorry,” I croak. “I just got so used to the idea of never being loved again that I …” I shrug my shoulders. “I just keep trying to sabotage this before it goes to shit on its own. For so long, I’ve taken care of myself … and I guess I don’t know how to let someone else be here for me.”

“Well, get used to it, darlin’.” He cups my cheeks, his eyes burning into mine.

“Because from here on out, whatever you need me to be, I’ll be it.

So, stop waiting for the other shoe to drop, baby.

It’s not going to.” His lips press to mine, kissing me as his tears mix with my own.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his forehead against mine. “So, just let me fucking do that.”

My head nods against his. “Okay,” I croak. “I will.”

“Thank fucking God,” he grumbles against my lips before kissing me harder. “You’re exhausting—you know that, right?”

“I know,” I sigh into his mouth, whimpering and clawing at his back when he intensifies the kiss. I want him so badly right now that I’m losing my mind .

Pulling back, he grips my chin. “Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to fuck the worries right out of you. I’d love to empty you of those negative thoughts and fill you instead with my cum.”

A shiver runs down my body, stopping right between my legs and making me throb from his words.

“I can’t do that though because your kids and family are inside.”

“They won’t come out here while they think we’re talking,” I say like an addict in need of my next fix. I’m desperate, and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I need. And what I need is Tripp.

A deep smirk pulls at his lips, and one hand slides between my legs. “Is my wife’s pussy aching for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please, Tripp. It can be fast. But I need you to make me come.” I bite my lip, rubbing myself harder against his hand. “It hurts because I want you so bad.”

A low growl escapes his lips, and he looks around. Pulling my body deeper into the shadows, he tucks us behind a tree, damn near in the woods. It’s cold out, but I hardly notice because I’m only thinking about one thing right now.

Tripp’s dick.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says, instantly putting a pout on my lips and bringing him amusement. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure that pussy comes for me. But it won’t be choking on my cock while it does. I’ll save that for later.”

Lifting his hand, he brings two of his fingers to my lips. “Open,” he commands.

Right away, I open my mouth, welcoming his fingers inside.

“Such a good girl for me,” he coos. “Now, soak me. Get me nice and wet.”

I bob back and forth on his fingers, acting as if it were his dick. Wishing it were, if I’m being honest. I do what I was told, completely soaking his fingers, and he brings his lips to my ear, sucking my earlobe.

“Good girl, baby. Now I’ll be able to slide in and out of that tight fucking pussy of yours.”

He drags his hand downward, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing down my zipper before he thrusts his hand inside. “Fuck, you didn’t even need to get my fingers wet, did you?” he utters. “You’re fucking soaked for me already. So eager for your husband to finger-fuck you, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whine, my hips bucking against his palm before he even gets a chance to sink his fingers deep into my heat.

His forehead dips to mine. “Patience, darlin’. I promise, you’ll get what you need from me. I’ll never let you go without.”

He sinks one finger and then another inside of me, but before he begins to move them in and out, he lifts them to his lips and drags his tongue up them.

“So fucking sweet. I don’t think I’ll need dessert now.” He gives his fingers one last lick before he pushes my back against the tree and drives them back inside of me, making me moan.

In and out his fingers work before his thumb draws circles against my clit, making me damn near go cross-eyed.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re taking my fingers so good. If I had more time, I’d finger-fuck you right in the ass too.”

“Tripp …” I hiss, looking down at his hand while he works me over.

I wish I could suck his dick—I need to so badly—but we’ve been out here for ten minutes.

“Goddamn, I wish my fat cock were sliding in and out of you instead right now,” he growls into my ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I cry out, grinding myself against his palm.

“Ride my hand, baby,” he says, keeping his middle finger inside my heat and cupping me with his palm. “Ride it just like you rode my cock the other day.”

My hips thrust, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I hiss a slew of curse words. Between my legs begins to tingle, and I toss my head back against the tree while my body convulses as I fuck his hand.

Maybe it is the buildup, or perhaps it’s just because this has been an emotional night. Whatever it is, I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, seeing stars. And it’s from his fingers and a damn palm.

I suck in a few shaky breaths, and when my eyes flutter open, he kisses my lips.

“We’d better get our asses inside for pie, babe. Before your family comes looking for us.” He nips my bottom lip. “But if I’m being honest, I’d eat your pussy over any of that pie any day of the week. ”

When he removes his hand from my pants, he zips and buttons my jeans back up for me, and I smooth my hair out.

“Oh gosh, they are probably going to see it all over my face that we just did … that,” I chirp before looking up at him. “And you didn’t even get anything out of this.”

“You can blow me later.” He winks. “Happy Thanksgiving. Let’s go inside.”

He puts his arm around me, and we walk to the door when he stops.

“And next time you have an insecurity about how I’m feeling or where I stand, talk to me, okay?”

“I will,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

He gives my ass a swat and grins. “Good. I promise, you’re not getting rid of me that easy, darlin’. I’m hooked.”

We walk into the house, and I’m hit with the reality that Tripp Talmage doesn’t just love me … he loves my kids. And the best part? My kids love him back too.