Morning, mid-morning, afternoon, late afternoon, evening, late night. It’s all I think about.
“Don’t stop! I’m so close!” I pant helplessly as he thrusts inside of me over and over again.
“Come on my cock, peach. I need to feel it.” There’s this raw, rugged, desperation in his tone that does something to my nervous system. I can’t explain what exactly. I only know that it’s the most genuine feeling I’ve ever had in my life.
It’s feral, animalistic, wild, uncontrollable.
Oh my God!My pussy clenches down on his thick cock, and everything I’ve been holding onto since I left springs free at once. My body convulses around his thickness, and I scream out as waves of pleasure overwhelm me.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me.” He growls out the words as he pulls me in by the hips and works toward his own release.
Right about then is when I glance up to see a big Ram truck pulling up into the driveway. It’s the same truck that was parked next to me at the salon.
“I can’t stop,” Wyatt groans as he thrusts faster.
“Then don’t stop. Come for me. I need you to fill me up, Wyatt. Please!” We’ve waited months, two more seconds is all we need.
Just two.
Wyatt thrusts again and again, groaning, gripping, grinding harder and faster until he presses in one last time with a growl so loud, I feel the window shake. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I pant as I attempt to stay steady as he thrusts the last bits of his seed inside of me.
He’s still thrusting when the man from the lifted truck climbs down and stares at me.
Oh God!
My nipples are pressed against the glass, I’m panting for relief, and Wyatt is still attached to me!
Oh no!
“I’m gonna have to pull out. I don’t want to pull out.” His tone is drunk sounding, as though he’s still high from his release.
“We’ve gotta get dressed. The door is unlocked, and he’s like ten feet away.” I’m giggling like a schoolgirl as I talk, still high myself.
Wyatt pulls out with a grunt, and we scramble for our clothes, dressing ourselves and each other with seconds to spare, though I’m not sure we’re fooling anyone. My hair is a mess, and the room smells like some kind of pine-sex combination.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Wade doesn’t seem like the understanding type. His shoulders are squared and his eyes are wide like he’s about to blow.
His haircut looks good, though. Sara did a great job with the tapering.
“I’m working.” Wyatt picks up his tool belt and snaps the buckle around his waist.
“You’re fucking on my dime is what you’re doing.”
“I’m pregnant!” I shout out the news as though it’s going to save us from whatever this is. “I’m sorry. You said he was out here working, and I got excited to tell him the news.”
Wade stands in the doorway, massive arms crossed over his chest, his mouth pinched shut as though he’s uncomfortable and has no clue what to say.
“I pulled up a bunch of the old pine. The guy you had out here before me put warped boards in. Someone left the wood out in the elements. I called for a new delivery. Should be here any time now.” Wyatt nods toward the back door. “I used what was left in the shed to start the back of the house. Figure I can work late a few nights this week and get ahead of schedule.”
My heart hammers against my chest. I know how hard Wyatt’s worked to get his life back on track and I know how this looks to Wade who’s still not speaking. In fact, I’m not even sure he’s breathing.
“How’s Sara doing? Seems like you two are getting really close.” I’m not sure what I mean by this. It sort of just comes out, but it seems to affect him somehow.
He drops his arms to the side and then crosses them again as though he’s thoroughly confused by our erratic response. I’m not sure that was our plan, but it seems to have worked. “I don’t mind if she stops by, but stop fucking on the clock.” He huffs out, “I know about the wood. The lumber lot gave me a call, and I picked it up for you. Get outside and help me unload.” He turns towards the door and lets it swing shut with a thump.
When he’s gone, Wyatt turns toward me and leans in with a kiss. “We do like making memories, don’t we, peach?”
