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“Beth.” His voice was a mix of warning and plea.
“Hmm?”
“You’re making me hard again.”
“Good. I want you to fuck me again.”
He loved this side of her. This Beth was light-years away from the frightened, closed-off woman he’d rescued on the side of the road weeks ago. He shut the water off, grabbed one of the large, folded towels he kept on the shelf near the door, and dried her down before doing the same to himself. When that was done, he slung the wet towel over one of the sides and swept his lover into his arms.
Beth let out a shriek and pushed against him. “Wyatt! I need to get dressed first.”
“No, you don’t. Who’s going to see you?” Only stopping long enough to put his shoes back on, he left their clothing on the ground where they’d thrown it and kicked the shower door open with his foot.
The sound of her laughter made him smile as he carried her the short distance to his cabin. Their cabin. It didn’t feel like home now unless she was in it. It took him a bit longer to get to the bedroom because he kept kissing her, unable to keep his lips off her.
Once they finally reached the bedroom, he slid her gently onto the bed and closed the blinds, making the room darker once more. Standing at the bottom of the bed, he took in the sight before him and wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking it slowly.
She was spread out before him, her legs open wide and her pussy glistening with arousal. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the bed, then got to his knees and buried his face between her legs.
The long, loud moan she made as he feasted on her went straight through him, making him impossibly hard. Fuck, what this woman did to him. He licked and sucked her until she was so wet he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Get up.” He held his hands out to her, and Beth took them. Pulling her to her feet, he kissed her once, then turned her around and encouraged her to bend over the bed, bracing her hands on the mattress. “Open your legs wider.”
She did, and he aligned his cock to her entrance, then slid deep with one smooth thrust.
“Yes!” Beth pushed back against him as he stroked into her, taking him balls deep every time. He smacked her ass lightly every now and then, enjoying the way it turned pink under his hand. “Wyatt!”
“I’m here, honey. Not going to stop fucking you until you come around my cock.”
And he didn’t. He thrust over and over and over until she was clutching the blanket and nearly screaming with every stroke. Reaching around her body with one hand, he rubbed her clit gently, knowing it would send her over the edge.
It did. Beth threw her head back, her whole body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. Wyatt wrapped a hand under her chin, kissing her mouth as her legs shook and her pussy gripped his cock. “That’s my good girl. Love the way you come on my cock.”
When she stopped shaking, he pulled out of her long enough to help her climb onto the edge of the bed on her knees. Beth immediately adjusted her body so her torso was on the mattress and her arms were stretched out above her head. Her pussy was on display, open for him, and he moved until he was right behind her. Sliding back into her, he gripped her hips and fucked her until he came, the sound of his balls slapping against her body music to his ears.
Leaning over, he kissed up her spine, loving the feel of her warm, soft skin under his lips. She moaned happily, turning over so she could kiss him as he crawled over the top of her. They didn’t speak, just kissed, enjoying the feel of each other after their hot fuck.
Except it didn’t feel much like fucking all the time anymore. Wyatt knew this was more. He was making love to Beth, and the ‘L’ word no longer bothered him as it might have done once. She’d captured his heart without him even knowing he was offering it to her, but he had no regrets.
Beth Adams was the woman he wanted to wake up to every morning and go to sleep next to every night. She was the woman he wanted to spend his life with.
Marry, if she’d have him.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Beth was humming as she stepped out of Wyatt’s truck. She was going to make them both a tasty dinner, then see if she could coax him into taking a long, hot bubble bath with her. With a smile, she retrieved the recyclable shopping bags from the back seat and headed inside the small but surprisingly well-stocked supermarket, Freya by her side. Wyatt had asked her to take the dog with her while he got some work done, and she’d happily agreed.
Placing her bags in a cart, she took her time going up and down each aisle, popping items here and there into it. She took her time examining the wine before selecting a nice bottle of white to share with Wyatt. As she walked, several townsfolk stopped her to say hello, pat Freya, and ask how they were doing. She secretly loved that the citizens of Silverbell Shore now thought of the three of them as a family of sorts. It didn’t surprise Beth that Freya was the most popular dog in town; she had everyone wrapped around her paw.
She turned into the aisle with the pasta. It only took her a few moments to locate her favorite type, and she reached up to grab a bag, tossing it into the cart. Her next stop was one shelf over, where the spaghetti sauce sat. There were rows and rows of them, so many brands and versions to choose from, and she took a few moments to pick up a jar here and there to check the ingredients.
She’d just made her selection when all of a sudden, the hairs on her nape stood up. It felt like she was being watched, and it made her freeze, the jar still in her hand. She eventually looked up, and what she saw almost made her heart stop beating in her chest.
There was a man standing at the other end of the aisle, staring straight at her. He was dressed casually but smartly; expensive jeans, a pale blue, button-down Ralph Lauren shirt, black shoes. She recognized the outfit because she’d washed it plenty of times and had seen a particular man wear it before.
Miles.
Her former partner was there, in Silverbell Shore. Standing in the aisle of the market, staring at her. His face was blank, expressionless. He didn’t move or react or speak. Just stared.
