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She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. “Will you wash me?”
“Try and stop me.”
When she could move again, she hopped down off the counter with Wyatt’s help, then waited as he made sure Freya’s bowls were filled with kibble and water before following him upstairs to the main bathroom. She loved the huge shower in it, and they stripped and stood underneath the large, square showerhead which rained down hot water on them.
Beth had swept her hair up in a bun so as not to get it wet, and it also left her shoulders bare for Wyatt’s kisses, which he gave in abundance. They took turns washing each other, spending more time in certain places than others, and by the time they got out and dried, she was as wet as he was hard yet again.
When Wyatt pulled her into the bedroom and told her to climb up on the end of the bed and get on her hands and knees, she did it without hesitation. He positioned her lower, pushing on her back gently, and she moved to do his bidding. Her reward was his cock sliding into her with one smooth stroke, his balls slapping against her clit, and he kept up a brisk pace until she was clutching at the sheets and crying out so loud the whole town must have heard her.
His cock started to swell and pulse inside her, and she pushed back against him as he came with a loud yell, gripping her hips tightly enough to bruise. When they could finally move again, they cleaned up and got into bed, curling around each other and sharing kisses.
It didn’t take long before she drifted off to sleep, feeling safe in his embrace with her heart full for the first time in a very long time.
ChapterSeventeen
He was there.
Beth sucked in a breath as she stared at the man directly in front of her. Miles Newman was right there in Silverbell Shore, standing on the other side of the street. The faces of the people surrounding them were a blur; she couldn’t make out the identity of anyone.
Except him.
How had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was being in bed with Wyatt, but now she was in town, looking at the one man she’d never wanted to see again.
She swore under her breath. Beth had let her guard down. Had allowed herself to fall in love with Wyatt Kincaid and dared to dream of a new life, one with him and his adorable dog in it.
She’d been stupid. Careless. She’d relaxed and now her worst nightmare had come true.
He’d found her.
“Wyatt.” The name of the man she loved came out more as a whimper than anything audible. Where was he? He’d promised he’d always be right by her side, but she couldn’t see him anywhere. Had he abandoned her to her fate? Why wasn’t he there to protect her?
She said his name again and again, each cry louder than the last one, until she was screaming his name. Still, he didn’t magically appear by her side.
So Beth did the only thing she could…she ran.
She turned and ran away from the main street, heading for the one place she sensibly knew she should avoid: her new home. But maybe Wyatt was there, so she ran for the safe haven they were slowly building together.
By the time she reached the cabin, Beth was so winded she had to take a few moments to catch her breath once she was inside and had locked the door behind her. “WYATT!” Looking around wildly, she raced into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife from the wooden block sitting on the counter.
She was still alone. No Wyatt. No Freya. Nobody to help her survive this nightmare. Because Beth had no doubt in her mind if Miles got his hands on her, he wouldn’t let go until she stopped breathing.
Well, she wouldn’t go down without the fight of her life.
A noise outside caught her attention and she tiptoed over to the large front bay window. Very carefully, she peeked out the curtain and spotted the silhouette of a man creeping toward the house. It couldn’t have been Wyatt, because he wouldn’t be hiding in the shadows of the trees.
Just then, a bloodcurdling thought hit her. Had Miles hurt Wyatt? Was that why he wasn’t anywhere to be found? Surely not, the small rational part of her brain told her. Wyatt was a trained Navy SEAL and perfectly capable of defending himself from a man like Miles Newman.
So where was he? Why wasn’t he there with her?
Beth didn’t have time to think any more about it. Miles stepped out of the shadows and took the steps up the front porch. “I know you’re in there, Lizzie.” She couldn’t miss the hated nickname he’d insisted on calling her and the taunting lilt of his tone. “Stop playing childish games and come out here. It’s time to come home with me.”
No. Oh no. She wasn’t going anywhere with the man who’d abused her for years. She’d fight him until her last breath…
…which she fervently prayed would not be today.
The front doorknob turned and, to Beth’s horror, the door opened. What the fuck? She had locked the door on her way in, she was positive. How the hell had Miles just been able to open the door?
Something wasn’t right.
