“Fuck, Wyatt, please, please, do it alr?—”
I slide into her with one thrust, and we both freeze, caught in this shared moment of finally and perfect and home. When my body’s able to move again, I pull out slowly and push back in, my brain whiting out at the welcoming heat and drag of her cunt.
“Been waiting for you for so long,” I grunt into her ear before catching her mouth in a kiss as I drive into her. I don’t know if she slides her knee up first or if I’m the one to grab and lift it, but the next thing I know, I’ve got her spread wide so I can slide and grind into her, my pelvis rubbing her clit and my free hand pinching her nipples until she starts to convulse around me.
“Come on, come with me,” she pants in my ear. “Fall with me.”
Then she’s crying my name as she comes, and I don’t fucking care if the whole ballroom can hear us because I’m coming too, rattling the frame on the wall as I empty myself into her.
“Worth it,” I pant, caging her body in my arms while we both catch our breath. “Worth the wait. Best I ever had.”
She bursts into tears, and I pull back in horror.
“Sweetheart, no. I promised you, no more tears.”
“I’m happy!” she sniffles. “These are happy tears!”
“Even though our first time was in Sheila’s office?” I pull her to me and stroke a hand down her back, holding her while she cries and laughs and my cock softens inside her. The CJ in my arms is the CJ I met seven years ago and dreamed about even when I shouldn’t have. I never want to let her go, and this time, maybe I don’t have to.
I’d be elated to stand there all night with CJ feathering kisses against my neck, but the walkie-talkie in my jacket pocket picks that moment to spring to life.
“Wyatt, what’s your twenty?” Hollis’s disembodied voice asks, and CJ groans. Unfortunately, it’s not the sexy kind I just coaxed from her.
“We have to get dressed now, don’t we?”
I nod. “We still have some revenge to serve.”
“How involved are you in whatever’s left?” she asks as she tugs her dress into place.
“Not much. The wheels of justice are pretty much in motion. How about you?”
“Same.” She glances up at me, and the sweet nervousness on her face has me cupping her jaw. “Does that mean we can go out there and sit at a table together like…”
“Like a couple?”
She ducks her head almost shyly and nods, so I nudge her chin back up and kiss the fuck out of her just because I can.
“The only problem with that,” I say, “is that I now know exactly what’s underneath that gorgeous dress, and I’m an impatient man.”
“You?” She laughs. “The man who waited seven years?”
I pinch her nipple, and she squeaks. “We have all that time to make up for.” Then I force myself to pull away and look at her. “But yes, honey, that’s all I want. Us, together as a couple. In here, out there, in my bed, in my life.”
Forever.
I don’t say it out loud, but it’s there in my eyes when I look at her. It’s in hers too, and now I’m the one fighting happy tears.
Nineteen
Now
CJ
* * *
Wyatt and I walk into the ballroom twenty minutes later hand in hand and head to the table where our friends have saved us seats.
“Well, well, well.” Jonesy tips sideways in his chair to watch us approach, then high-fives a smug-looking Liv.
