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He waited until she was out of sight before locking all the doors. Once he was satisfied nobody would be able to easily gain access to the cabin, he headed upstairs to their bedroom. Freya had already curled up in her doggy bed at the end of theirs and her eyes were closed.
With that, he focused solely on the woman in front of him. He stripped her naked and coaxed her to lie down on the bed. Placing a pillow underneath her head, he proceeded to kiss her warm, bare skin. Soft, gentle kisses that made her shiver and cry out when he hit sensitive places.
By the time his mouth had reached the apex of her thighs, Beth was whimpering. He wasted no time settling in between them, placing her legs over his shoulders so he could feast. Spreading her open with his thumbs, he took a long, loving lick up her pussy, and the cry of pleasure she let out made him repeat that move over and over. By the time he stopped, she was so wet he was able to glide straight into her, sliding balls deep.
She clutched at his arms, gripping on tight. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide as he thrust in and out, deep and slow. Showing her how much she meant to him without words.
When she pushed on his chest, he pulled out and flopped over onto his back. Beth wasted no time straddling him and lowering herself down onto his hard, glistening cock. “Fuck.”
“Oh my God, yes,” she gasped, her breathing shallow, as she impaled herself all the way in one motion. “You feel so good inside me.”
He held his hands up to her and she laced her fingers through his as her hips began to move up and down. He let her take the lead, watching as she fucked him nice and deep.
When her orgasm was close, he grasped her hips and began to pump up into her, which made her cry out loudly. His short, sharp thrusts did the trick, and the sight of her coming around his cock, her pussy clenching, was enough to have him following suit.
Once they were both sated, she collapsed onto him and he laughed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head. “You okay?”
“No. I think you’ve wrecked me.”
That made him grin. “In the best way possible.”
“Yes.” Her lips found his and he kissed her repeatedly, his tongue playing with hers.
Eventually, she lifted herself off him and snuggled up to his side. Wyatt held her close, one hand on the small of her back and the other in her hair. He didn’t want to let her go. They talked a little before Beth drifted off to sleep, still in his arms. He held her in the dark for a long time, reluctant to leave her side, even for a few minutes.
But eventually, he did slip out of bed, quietly dressing in jeans and a tee. Once he’d put his sneakers on, he moved past the bed, waking Freya, who let out a soft bark. He leaned over and patted her head. “It’s okay, girl. Just going outside for a few minutes. You stay here, I’ll be right back.” She woofed in agreement and promptly went back to sleep.
Grabbing a flashlight from his kitchen drawer, Wyatt went to the back door. He stood motionless for a few moments, then retrieved the weapon he had tucked away in a drawer before going outside. He concentrated the powerful beam of light on the ground, looking for signs of an intruder.
He found them outside the large window at the front which looked into the living room. There was a set of footprints he knew didn’t belong to him; the shoes appeared to be several sizes bigger than his own and the impression quite deep, which meant that either the man had been standing there for a long time or had been there repeatedly.
He crouched down and inspected the imprint closely. When he spotted the cigarette butt in a nearby bush, he knew for sure.
Someone had been watching his home.
An intruder had been inside his cabin. Touching his possessions. The notion that a stranger had invaded his privacy in such an intimate way made Wyatt want to punch the nearest wall. His first thought was of Beth. Had her abusive ex found her? Did he know she was here, sleeping with another man? Was he stalking her?
His mouth thinned as he carefully moved his flashlight over the surrounding area. He’d take a better look in the morning, once the sun was up and he could see more clearly, but he was glad he knew for sure. Wyatt would take every measure possible to keep his woman safe.
Because Beth was important to him and he’d do whatever he had to do to ensure Miles Newman never hurt her again.
Even if that meant ending Newman’s ability to breathe. If that was what it took, he’d do it, because he loved Beth Adams. She’d blown into his life out of nowhere, stranded on the side of the road and desperate for assistance. And Wyatt had driven by at exactly the right time. Right when she’d needed him.
It was only now he realized he’d needed her just as much, if not more.
He’d been in a fog since leaving the Navy, worn down by seeing the worst side of humanity. The blonde woman asleep in his bed had breathed life back into him. Given him a sense of purpose he’d never known he’d needed.
Now, his life was clearer. He was meant to love Beth for the rest of his life. Protect her. Cherish her. Keep her safe from anything—and anyone—trying to hurt her.
He’d find out who’d been at his home. Their home. And then he’d make sure they never came back.
Straightening up, he went back inside and put the flashlight and gun back in their respective drawers, since he had another weapon upstairs in his bedroom. Freya had lifted her head when he’d come back in, so he murmured a few words of reassurance to her with a pat and she went back to sleep.
Once he got back to the bedroom, Freya lifted her head, so he murmured a few words of reassurance to her with a pat and she went back to sleep. He stripped again and climbed into bed, curling up behind his woman and pulling her close.
“Is everything okay?” she asked sleepily.
“Everything’s fine, honey. Just wanted some water.” He kissed her nape, his arm around her, and she soon drifted off again.
