“That’s it now,” he murmurs. “Take it all in now. It’s yours.”
I’m so slick, he pushes right in. I roll my hips, bouncing and wiggling as the pleasure builds. He lets out such a sexy groan that I tighten around him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
He’s stretching me in the most perfect way, so thick and hard, I’m panting, my pussy warning my climax isn’t far away.
My body shifts over him. With his right hand on my hip, he pulls me firmly down to take that last inch.
Staying still isn’t an option. I whimper and moan as my body moves independently of my mind, taking its pleasure as Wyatt softly croons encouragements.
I ride him slow and deep with both his hands on my hips, keeping me steady.
Then I move faster. Our bodies slap together. The wet sound of his cock sliding deep into my slick pussy makes me hotter. Our mouths desperately cling to each other, our tongues tangling.
I fall with a strangled moan, and he drags me down onto him, giving me three hard thrusts that push his cock to a new depth. Trembling, he holds me tight against him, groaning as his cock jerks inside me.
Minutes later, we haven’t moved from his seat. I feel lazy and sated, and so hot and full of his cum that when I wiggle, he glides easily inside me. Thankfully, he didn’t knot me out here. I’m not sure how we would get up the front porch and into the house without Wyatt tripping over his pants.
He kisses my forehead and leans back to meet my eyes, his fingers gentle as he pulls my bra over my breasts and tugs my dress up as well. “You okay, darlin?” he looks worried, like he might have hurt me.
I yawn. “Tired.”
His shoulders relax. “I thought you’d think I’d manhandled you.”
With a grin, I loop my arms around his shoulders, leaning forward to press a kiss on his throat and smiling when he groans. “Seeing as I’ve lost the ability to use my knees, if you wanted to carry me up to your bed and manhandle me again, I would have no problems with it.”
He smiles. “Deal.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon laughing in bed, eating sandwiches on the sheets, and making love again. Then he helps me carry everything he bought for my nest, and we set it up together in my bedroom. He finds an unused rug, so I’m not building my nest on the hardwood floor. It looks like a colorful marshmallow explosion because I never care so much about what a fabric looks like. It’s how it feels. A multicolored mound of fabrics and cushions theexactsoft coziness I needed.
When Hunter, Knox, and Elias get back from work, we cook dinner together and spend the evening doing my favorite thing—hanging out in the living room on the couch.
Elias puts a movie on. I giggle as I toss popcorn into Hunter’s mouth, most of the time missing. Popcorn bounces from his mouth and onto Knox’s face until Knox grumbles, so I stop and snuggle under Knox’s arm, and he lets out a deep, contented sigh of pleasure.
When I was a kid, I used to think ordinary was boring. I wanted to fill each moment withstuffto keep my hands busy and my mind distracted by fun. I thought I would literallydieof boredom.
I was wrong.
There’s magic in the ordinary. In simplicity. You can find a world of happiness in those small, ordinary moments, and I intend to savor each and every one.
Chapter 20
Knox
Her footsteps are light, but my awareness of Maisie is too sharp that I almost always know when she’s close by.
“It’s late.” I strum the strings on my guitar, head down, pretending I’m not secretly watching her out of the corner of my eye.
She curls her bare toes on the porch floor. “Couldn’t sleep.”
I lift my head. She’s in an oversized t-shirt that smells of Wyatt. Wyatt is a friend.Pack. But it’s hard not to feel jealous when he had all day and all night having something I’ve wanted for over a month.
Maisie.
“Elias’s computer game?” I guess.
It was only a matter of time before flying limbs and all that gore and violence would wreak havoc on her sleep. Maybe it’s dislodging more painful memories from her past.
“Surprisingly, no.”
