Page 28 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

He stands from the floor as I’m still trying to catch my breath and shrugs off his cut, laying it on the chair in the corner of my room.

Next, he grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

This is the first time I’ve seen Wyatt without a shirt.

It’s also the first time I’ve felt the intense urge to run my tongue over his washboard abs and trace his tattoos with my lips.

An intricate black rose wrapped in thorns adorns the muscle over his heart.

He rubs the spot as he stares at me, naked in front of him, as though he’s keeping his heart from bursting out of his chest.

I sit forward, holding his gaze as my hands grab his belt buckle and slide the leather from the metal.

Then my fingers find the button of his jeans, and I pop it open.

Wyatt’s eyes don’t stray from mine as I lean in and kiss the spot right below his belly button.

Our gazes stay locked as I slide the zipper of his jeans down.

The tip of his hard cock pokes out of his black boxer briefs.

When I lick the bead of precum, he hisses through his teeth, his head falling back before he snaps it forward when I wrap my lips around the soft head of his shaft.

“You’re going to fucking kill me, baby,” he says, grabbing the back of my head and squeezing. He steps back and pulls his pants the rest of the way off, stroking himself as his eyes drink me in. “I don’t want anything between us. I just had a physical, and I’m clear.”

“I had an IUD put in after I had Colby.” When things started heating up with the guy from out of town, I went to my doctor. No way was I going to have any more unexpected surprises. “And I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup.” Hell, in the last several years, but I don’t say that.

Wyatt smiles and stalks toward the bed. I scoot to the center, and he leans over me, pressing me into the mattress before he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.

Guess he likes the idea of being inside me with nothing separating us.

His arm slides under me, and before I can register what’s happening, he’s flipped us over so I’m lying on top of him.

“I want to watch you ride me. Fuck, I’ve had dreams about it.” He groans, then takes my mouth in another breath-stealing kiss.

His hands knead the flesh of my ass as I writhe on top of him, his hard cock between our bodies.

When I sit up, he takes one of my breasts in his palm and squeezes while his other hand grips my hip.

His fingers twist my peaked nipple, and I let out a hiss of pleasure, like I would when I was using my toy but imagining it was Wyatt’s hands on me.

“You like that?” he asks and does it again.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan out, feeling like there is a direct line from my nipple to my clit.

I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel him inside me. My hips lift from him, and I grab the base of his cock as I sink down onto him.

I let out a long breath, and Wyatt releases a hiss of pleasure.

“Holy shit, Maizie, you feel so fucking good,” he grits out as I lower myself even more, taking him deeper.

As soon as I’m fully seated, Wyatt leans up and kisses me senseless. Tongues lash and teeth nip as I begin moving, my hips lifting then lowering at a slow pace as I get used to being stretched wide by him.

“God, I’m so full,” I say on a moan, moving a touch faster.

“Can you take a little more?” he asks and I nod, though I’m not sure what he means by that.

He leans back, his head resting on the pillow as he holds my hips and plants his feet on the bed behind me. He holds me up a bit, then slams into me from the bottom. I let out a cry. I've never done this, and the change in position and intensity is like nothing I could have imagined.

“Oh fuck,” I say through clenched teeth as Wyatt pistons his hips up and down, holding my hips as he fucks me.

I topple forward, catching myself with my arms before I crash into his chest.

“I’m going to come,” I say, my arms shaky as I brace myself.

Wyatt lifts me fully off of him and flips me onto my back before lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, then he fills me again.

“You’re so fucking tight, Maizie. Fuck, I need you to get there. I’m about to fill you up, baby,” he says.

The hand he has gripping my hip finds my clit, and he starts rubbing furiously as sweat drips down his chest. This isn’t slow, and it’s not particularly gentle, but it’s everything I hoped it would be and sure as hell everything I need right now.

It’s wild and desperate, the years of yearning and desire curling tight right here and now.

Then it explodes.

My pussy spasms, squeezing around him as I come undone. He keeps pumping into me, keeps stroking my clit through every clenching pulse.

“Jesus,” he grits out. “That’s it. Fuck, your pussy is made for me.”

I feel him swell inside of me as his jaw tightens so hard I’m worried he’s going to crack a molar. His cock jerks as he comes on a low moan, trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t wake my son. “Goddamn,” he breathes out when he finally stills.

Wyatt turns his head and kisses my ankle before lowering my leg to the bed. Then he leans down and takes my mouth in a soothing kiss filled with gratitude and something else I don’t want to look too closely at—at least, not yet.

When he pulls out, we both let out a small moan. He lies next to me and gathers me in his arms.

“Never in my life have I found a woman so fucking right for me, Maizie,” he says, running his fingers over my sweat-slicked back. “I never thought there was one out there for me. Then I met you, and fuck, I’ve never been happier to be wrong,” he finishes on a whisper.

I tilt my head up, meeting his thoughtful gaze. “I felt it, too.”

Wyatt smiles softly before inclining his head and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “Give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll prove it to you again.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’re mine.”

I smile and nestle into his chest. “Okay. But listen, I know this is probably a terrible time to bring it up, but you can’t stay the night.

” I angle my head toward his. “It’s just that Colby has never seen a man in the house, and we should talk to him about it before he sees you coming out of my room or something. ”

He kisses my forehead. “You don’t have to explain, baby. We take this at your pace, remember?”

God, so much emotion feels like it’s going to burst from me.

How did I get so lucky to have a man like Wyatt who understands what I need without getting bent out of shape?

Someone who understands that this is all new, and it’s going to take me a second to catch my breath and make sure I explain this properly to my kid.

“Just with Colby. With me, though?” The corner of my lips tips up. “We could probably turn it up a couple notches.”

“Jesus, woman,” he huffs out. “That was some of my best work, and you want me to turn it up?”

“Thought you liked a challenge.”

Wyatt rolls me onto my back, his strong body hovering over mine. “You trying to kill me?” he asks, then buries his face in my neck, growling and nibbling at the damp skin there. I feel his cock start to harden between our bodies as he peppers my throat with love bites and tongue lashings.

“Thought you said fifteen minutes?” I ask, giggling while he nibbles.

“Who said that? It certainly wasn't me. Not when I have you underneath me, naked and practically begging for me.”

“I wasn’t begging.”

He lifts his head and gives me that damn smirk. “Not yet. But I plan on changing that.”