Page 68 of Worth Loving You

“Mm, baby,” she whispered, rolling to her stomach.

I crawled between her legs, aimed myself, and eased inside, my jaw falling with a grunt. How? How could she feel this good still? No matter how many times I had her, it always felt like that first day when I took her virginity, so hot, tight, and silky.

No one had a pussy like Chastity. No woman since being with her has satisfied my needs, I don’t even know why I bothered with them anymore.

“Oh,” she purred, pushing her ass toward me.

It was a simple, small movement, but coming from her, with that ass, that cunt, this body, it had my gut coiling, my head spinning with pleasure. There was nothing simple about this woman. I couldn’t recall what brought me to that spa that day, seeking out a new masseuse, but I was so thankful because I was gifted with the most phenomenal creature ever placed on this earth.

“Fuck, baby girl, I love you.”

She turned her cheek to the pillow so I could see her profile. Grinning, she gazed out the corner of her eye at me through her lashes. “I love you more.”

I paused, my heart nearly bursting from the passion. Gulping, I petted her hair off her face and shook my head. In a tone just over a whisper, I croaked, “Not possible, Chazzy.”

She craned her neck to gaze at me when my tone was somber.

Searching her features, a violent shudder rocked my core. “What in the hell did I ever do so right in this world to deserve someone as precious as you?”

Concerned, she sat up on her elbow, twisting her waist as best she could under my weight. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

I shook my head again. “Nothing, Chazzy. Nothing is wrong. For the first time in my life, nothing is wrong. I have never been so happy, and it’s because of you. I love you.”

She sighed, sinking back down. Reaching over her shoulder, she hooked her fingers behind my neck and tugged me. “I hear you telling me, now make me feel it.”

Groaning, I laid on top, clinging while slowly making love to her from behind.

I was going to marry this woman. The sooner, the better.

Chapter 25

Wyatt Shaw

Slouching low on the sofa, one arm was draped across the back, an ankle on my knee, that foot wiggling. My elbow on the side of the couch, a cigarette was tucked between my first two fingers, the last two and thumb holding a pencil. Gazing down at the notepad propped on my thigh, I held the butt with my teeth and added a few, small dots to the logo for Wanderlust Masseuse, the one thing Chastity hadn’t taken care of.

It wasn’t something she’d asked me to do, but an idea had come to me earlier out of nowhere, so I’d done a quick sketch. Keeping it simple, there were just a few broken swirls with a couple leaves at the ends, a W on top of an M in the center. The letters blocked and uniquely shaped, the dots on the side gave it a little balance, in my opinion.

Would she like it? Why was I bothering? Something like this should have been discussed with her, first. My sight returning to her through my lashes, I removed the cigarette, eyeing her curiously.

The coffee table had been pushed aside, Happy by Pharrell Williams blasting from the speakers in the ceiling. She and Jennifer were holding hands, dancing around the opening, laughing and giggling hysterically.

The corner of my mouth lifting, I took a quick drag, exhaling through my nose. Their fingers twined, the two spun around, their arms arching in the air. Jennifer tumbled, but caught her footing, both of them laughing harder.

My sight raking over Chastity, the smile slowly fell, something tugging at my gut. Her head threw back, her neck arching with another boisterous laugh, her whole body shaking. A rosiness to her cheeks, her eyes were sparkling brightly. Wearing a light pink pajama set, her large breasts swayed freely beneath, the material strained over hard nipples. No sleeves, just thin strings, her large arms were exposed, faded stretchmarks up the biceps and in the crease of her elbow. The shorts fell to mid thigh, showing off long, thick legs and narrowed ankles, her feet small with bright red toenails.

My brows lifted as my focus leisurely roamed back up. Her arms once more lifted, the hem of the shirt raised to give a glimpse of her rounded stomach with the deep navel.

So, Chastity wasn’t nearly as hideous as I previously thought. Something about her seemed different, less…appalling. My head tilting, I pulled another drag into my lungs and held it, squinting with contemplation. Never, in my entire life, had I ever looked upon an overweight person, man or woman, and viewed them as anything other than atrocious.

Watching her dance, her rounded ass shake, her dainty giggles ringing in the air, something was definitely different. My jaw lowering, my bottom lip pulling taut over my teeth, the cigarette was held to the side as my thumb nail scratched my chin. Suddenly, the prospect of seducing her wasn’t so off putting. For the first time in my life, I was curious what those thighs would feel like around my waist. How soft would those breasts be when I buried my face between them? What would it sound like to hear her voice crying out my name?

Surprised my cock was tingling, I huffed the smoke through my nose and tapped off the ashes in the ashtray. Interesting. So, what the hell was altering my opinion? Why was Chastity so different than everyone else? What was it about her that broke all my rules and planted notions of something different?

Different, not…bad. Not ugly.

Her nose wrinkling, her full lips puckered to blow Jennifer a kiss. Swaying her hips a little more provocatively, a brow arched and I stilled, concentrating on the way her voluptuous curves practically rolled like liquid.

Goddamn. No, definitely not ugly. I may have thought that when I first met her, but Chastity had done a major glow up since she and Milo got together and ugly was no longer anywhere on the same spectrum.