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He squeezes my ass in response. “Quiet.”
Facing the wall means I can’t be sure of his plans. But from his tone I know he’s wearing a wicked smile. He thrusts two fingers inside me, withdrawing them right before I come. Slowly, he works his way to my ass with one hand while gently stroking my clit with the other. My body ramps back up, legs shaking with an impending orgasm, and I let out a whimper. “That’s it, angel,” he whispers. “Go ahead. Come for me,” he encourages.
I quiver and tremble through it, and when I’m limp he shifts. A click-pop sound fills the air and then his slippery fingers slide down the crease of my ass—gentle at first. There’s a sharp bite of pain as he presses his thumb against my ass. I can’t help it, I wriggle away. But he tightens the arm around my waist. “Shh, relax.” It’s the softest I’ve ever heard Wyatt be. Soft but so serious. So focused on every little thing he’s doing to me.
This is why I trust Wyatt. He’d never hurt me, and that makes the twinge of pain easier to stand. As demanding as he can be, he’s also protective and responsive—somehow always in tune with my feelings.
And let’s not forget how much he loves making me come.
It seems like he spends hours working his fingers into me. I come at least two more times. Maybe I should be embarrassed about how slippery my thighs are, but I’m too focused on the sensations to care.
Finally, something different—harder—presses against me and I jump. “What is that?”
“Shh. It’s slightly bigger than the one you took this morning. You can handle it.”
He works the plug in slow and steady. When it’s finally in place, I let out a deep sigh. He works my underwear all the way down my legs now and tosses them aside. He stands, sliding his body along my bare skin. I get a soft kiss on the cheek. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”
He’s only gone for a few minutes. I’m shaking with need when he returns.
“Time for bed,” he announces.
“What?”
I turn and find him grinning like a big blond devil.
“You’re going to make me sleep with something in my ass all night? Are you nuts?”
He runs his hand over the front of his shorts drawing my attention to his hard cock, straining the limits of the material. “I haven’t decided,” he says in a casual tone.
Spinning me around and holding me tight against his body, he leans over and drags his mouth along my shoulder. His warm lips press soft kisses against my neck until he reaches my ear. “I might take it out in the middle of the night and replace it with my cock.” Uncontrollable shivers work over me, and I can’t believe how much I want him to do exactly that right fucking now. “Or I might make you wait until morning.”
I groan and sag in his arms. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
And that’s how he leaves me. Burning with need. Need for something I can’t believe he has me craving. Afraid—but the fun kind of fear that makes my heart race.
I have no plans to make Trinity wait until morning. But I do love teasing her. Once we’re in bed, she pushes her little ass into me. She’s teasing me, trying to get me to fuck her. Instead, I wrap her up tight in my arms. She sighs—somewhere between content and needy. For a few minutes she’s still, then more squirming.
“What’s wrong?”
She actually makes a little growling sound. “You know what’s wrong.”
“Go to sleep.”
I twist my hand so I can brush my thumb over her nipples, and she wiggles again but doesn’t make a sound this time. After a few minutes, her body relaxes and her breathing evens out. That’s when I slide one of my hands over her belly, shoving it between her thighs. She gasps and turns, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs to give me more room. “Wyatt.”
“What, angel?”
Another needy moan fills the bedroom. “Don’t make me beg. It’s not nice.”
Leaning over, I take one nipple between my lips and suck hard. “But I love the sound of you begging. It’s the sexiest sound in the world.”
“You’re having fun, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea, angel.”
“Then fuck me already.”
“Where?” I ask, drawing out the word. “Tell me how much you want it, Trin.”
Her hair tickles my arm as she nods.
“I want the words.”
“Please.”
“No, try again. What do you want?”
“Make me come.”
She groans and wiggles against my hand, and I stroke her a little harder. I want her to come over and over for me tonight. Want her to remember nothing but how good everything I did made her feel. How good I’m going to make her feel for the rest of her life.
“You were so good,” I whisper against her ear. “So pretty while you took that plug in your ass for me.” I reach down and grab the base, wiggling it. The tension returns to her body, and I soothe it away with a kiss. Rolling over, I reach out and flick on the bedside lamp.
“Wyatt?”
“I need to see you.”
She watches as I return to her, closes her eyes when I kiss her softly on the lips. A brief touch before my mouth devours the rest of her. I suck, nuzzle, and lick my way to her belly button. Above me, she stretches her arms, her body shuddering violently. I grip her hips with both hands and use my tongue on her until she’s on the brink.
When she’s close, I pull away, returning to my position above her body, rubbing my dick over her slick skin. One of my hands moves to cup her face as I slowly push inside. She moans into my mouth as I set a slow, lazy pace. In no time she’s panting, her inner muscles holding me tight.
“Come on. Your pussy’s so fucking hot. Come for me.”
“Wyatt.” She spreads her legs wider as if she can’t get enough.
“That’s right. Take every inch of my cock.”
“I…” Whatever she was going to say is lost to a series of moans and sighs.
Before she finishes, I pull out, easily flipping her over. I don’t have to ask, she gets up on her knees and elbows, arching her back. Pure, raw power flows through my veins at the way she offers herself.
I work the plug out slowly and drop it on the nightstand. She sighs and tucks her arms underneath her body. “Good, angel?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Scared?” I want some actual words from her.
“No,” she whispers.
“That’s what I want to hear.” I run my hand over her back and reach over to pick up a bottle of lube and a small wand vibrator, dropping the lube on the bed next to us. I flick the vibrator on and tease it over the backs of her thighs. She jumps and then laughs softly. “That tickles.” I shift it between her legs, slowly inching it up until it’s pulsating right over her clit.
“Still tickle?” I’m glad she can’t see the evil grin I’m wearing.
“Ah…Oh…No.”
She’s so fucking close. “Take this.” I nudge the vibrator into the hand she thrusts back. “Hold it on your clit like a good girl.”
She groans. A little quicker she adds, “Wyatt, can I come?”
“Fuck, yes.”
When I think she’s in the middle of her orgasm, I gently press my dick against her ass. Her body tenses up immediately.
“Easy.”
My hands grip her hips tighter, and I push inside. The tight ring of muscles there resist and I stop. “Take a deep breath and let it out slow.”
She releases a sharp hiss of air, and the head of my dick slips in. “Good?” I ask as I slowly keep pushing my well-lubed cock into her.
She gasps. “God dammit, you’re big.”
The laughter that rumbles out of me forces my dick in a bit more. Fortunately, she’s laughing with me and it helps.
My body’s screaming go, but I hold back, giving her time to adjust.
“Fuck, Trin.” I barely groan out the words. “Relax.” Instead of relaxing, her muscles tighten and I hang on by a thread.
She lets out a short whimper. “Does it hurt?” I ask.
“Yes.” She waits a second. A second where I barely move or breathe. “Not a bad hurt.”
I drag my hips back and dribble more lube on my cock. My hands slide over her ass, squeezing, moving up to rub her lower back while I push my way inside again.
Another harsh breath leaves her lips. “You’re so much bigger than that fucking toy.”
I can’t help laughing again, which makes her giggle, and I slide in a little deeper. “Good, angel. So good. Relax.”
“Oh, God.” Her entire body shudders. “It feels awful and awesome at the same time.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I’m not sure it’s even possible.
“No.”
I pull back then push in even deeper. Underneath us, her toy keeps buzzing. “You got that on your clit?”
“Yes,” she answers in a breathy little voice.
Another shudder works over her body. Her muscles tighten and I groan. “Fuck. Trin. You have no idea.” This slow fucking is the best kind of torture.
She sighs and pushes back against me.
“Good girl. Better?”
She hums and makes more noises in the back of her throat. My hips finally press against her ass. All the way in.
I lower myself over her, kissing her shoulder, nipping her ear. I rest my palms against the mattress on either side of her, completely sheltering her with my body. “You feeling owned now, Trinity?” I whisper against her hair.
Her body shivers, and she curls one of her hands around mine. “God, yes.”
“Tell me. Who owns you?”
“You. Fuck. Oh my God. You do. You own me, Wyatt.”
I twist my hand in her hair, gently turning her head so I can see her face. “Is every beautiful inch of you mine?”
She meets my eyes, and a soft smile flickers over her lips. “Yes.”
“Are you going to come for me while my cock’s in your ass?” I ask, brushing a soft kiss on her cheek.
Her eyelids flutter shut. “How can you be so sweet and dirty at the same time?”
“It’s a gift.” I chuckle, then turn serious because I’m dying to pound into her. “Now, are you going to come for me?
“I…I don’t know.”
I thrust in harder and gauge her reaction. “You feel so good, Trinity.” She moans and whines. Pushing against me at first, then trying to pull away. My hands clamp down over her hips, keeping her still. “You have to come for me, angel.”
I increase my speed, and there’s a moment where her quick, surprised noises turn into moans.
“Better?”
“Uh…Oh my…”
I reach for her hand, grasping the toy and rolling it firmly over her clit.
“Bad girl, you didn’t have it in the right spot.”
The soft buzzing when I position the vibrator just right sets her off. She goes nuts, bucking against me. “Too much.” She swats me away, nothing more than butterfly wings beating against my hands. I only press it against her harder. More desperate little noises push past her lips. Her eyes roll back in her head. “There,” she whispers. “Fuck. Right there.”
Louder whimpers and moans fill the room as pleasure finally hits her. She comes hard, squeezing the fuck out of me. I thrust in deeper, never pulling all the way out. Colors swirl and burst behind my eyelids. Finally, I empty myself inside her as I reach what has to be the most intense orgasm of my life. The sensation goes on so long I lose track of everything.
My mind’s absolutely blank as I pull away. I have to take a few seconds to slow my breathing. Regain control. Make sure I didn’t hurt her.
She’s quivering, and I push her hair off her face to check on her. Her cheeks are flushed and wet with sweat and…tears?
“Trin? You okay? Did I hurt you?”
A sort of sob-giggle works out of her, and she opens one eye. “No. So intense. Think I’m still coming.” Her mouth curves into a lazy smile after she gives me her clipped answer.
“Oh.” I’m still so sex-stupid, it takes a second for her words to sink in. “Excuse me while I go beat on my chest for a few minutes.”
She flops one hand in the air, finally landing on my leg and squeezing. “Thank you. You were right. As always.”
“Wow. Feels good to have you admit it.”
“Don’t be mean.”
“Never. Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
It takes a lot to get Trinity out of bed and into the shower. She clings to me in the sweetest way, allowing me to wash her down and check her over.
“How do you feel?”
“Sleepy,” she mumbles.
I shut the water off and help her out of the shower, drying her off while she braces herself against my shoulders. While I dry myself, she leans against the vanity staring at our reflections in the mirror.
“You all right?” I ask, standing behind her and placing my hands on her hips.
“I can’t move.”
She doesn’t resist at all when I swing her into my arms. “Poor Trinity. All worn out from the big man-beast rutting all over you,” I tease as I carry her into the bedroom. She bursts into giggles, finally settling down when we’re under the covers.
I swear our souls have actually twined together, and I have no idea where he ends and I begin. I might be high. Even after he gently cleaned me up in the shower and toweled me off, he still made me laugh. I think I love that the most about him. About us.
Tucked into bed next to him with the lights off, our deep connection still pulses between us.
“Wyatt, do you feel this, too?” I murmur.
“Yes,” he answers, as if he knows exactly what I’m asking. It warms me even more, and I snuggle closer, resting my head on his chest.
I’m drifting between sleep and awake when he rumbles out a few words. “You own me, too.”
“What?” I mumble.
“The only person I see. The only person I think about. Everything inside me belongs to Trinity.”
He’s quiet after that, and I wonder if he even realizes he said the words out loud.
“You’ve changed what everything means for me, angel,” he says right before I fall asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Six days before the wedding…
Trinity’s awake and staring at me early the next morning. Automatically, my hand reaches out and brushes over her cheek. “How do you feel this morning?”
“Happy,” she whispers.
“Hurt anywhere?”
“Only in a good way.”
I guess that’s an acceptable answer. I sit up and turn her over, running my hands over her back and ass, both to make sure I didn’t leave any marks and because I love touching her.
“Do we have to go home today?” she mumbles into the pillow.
“Yes, angel. In a couple weeks, we’ll be on our honeymoon. We’re gonna do this all over again.” I lean over and nibble on her shoulder until she laughs.
“That sounds good,” she murmurs.
I continue tracing her curves with my fingers, loving how soft she is everywhere.
“Are we nuts?” Trinity’s voice breaks the quiet around us and stops my exploration.
I roll back to my side of the bed, sensing she has something she needs to get off her chest. “Probably, but what specifically are you worried about?”
She turns to her back. “Do you want children?” she asks, staring at the ceiling. I’m thrown. For me, the question came out of absolutely nowhere.
“I feel like we’ve already talked about this,” I answer.
“Are you sure?” she persists. “You’re so sweet with Alexa.”
The mention of her name turns my mouth up. “Yeah, I love the kid. I also love giving her back to her parents when we’re done watching her.”
She snorts softly. “Yeah. That’s how I feel, too.”
My hand runs over her cheek. “What’s wrong, angel?”
“Nothing. I don’t…I don’t want you to not have everyt
hing you want because of me.”
“You’re everything I want.” I think over what she’s saying. “What about you? You like spending time with Alexa, too.” My hand tickles over her stomach. “No longings down here?”
“No longings.” She rolls over on her side to face me, propping her head on her hand. “You can have them forever you know. I don’t want you trading me in for a younger model one day.”
That has to be one of the stupidest things Trinity’s ever said. “Who the hell else would put up with my moody ass?”
She rolls her eyes. “Lots of women. You just keep getting sexier as you get older.”
“Can you stop reminding me that I’m old?”
“I mean it.”
There’s determination shining in her honey eyes. I need to get this right so she understands she’s the only thing that matters to me. “Serious talk, Trin. No bullshit?”
“Yes.”
“I like our life the way it is. I like things being just the two of us. We can do stuff like this—disappear for a few days and do nothing but fuck.”
She snorts and dips her head, brushing her cheek against my chest. But this is too serious to ignore, so I press my fingers against her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. “Are you changing your mind? Be honest. I won’t be mad.”
“No.” Her voice comes out clear and steady.
“Then trust what I’m telling you. You’re the one person I’ll never, ever lie to.”
Her eyes widen, knowing I mean so much more than just club stuff I can’t share with her.
I search for a way to make her believe what I’m telling her. “How about this? We’ll check in with each other every now and then.”
“Until what? I hit menopause?”
“Don’t interrupt me.” I trace my thumb over her plump lips. “This is me, promising you, if I change my mind, I’ll tell you. But I need you to make me the same promise.”
She stares at me for a few seconds before snuggling closer. “Okay,” she whispers.
“There. Was that so hard?”
“No. Don’t make fun of me. I’m trying to—”
“What? Have every last ‘couple’ talk before you’re tied to me forever?”
