Page 66 of Worth Risking It

His palm slapped a cheek and then gripped it tightly, urging me faster and harder. The pressure was building, and I knew I would squirt, there was no way to stop it. When he penetrated both holes at once, I was incapable of controlling it.

Hitting that wall, I screamed and bucked upward, his cock leaving my ass. My muscles pushing out the toy to spray his thighs and groin, my body twitched wildly as I made grunts and groans, my teeth rattling.

“Oh, god, I love you, Chazzy.”

Before I could finish, he rose to his knees, pushed the heels of his palms to the small of my back to pin me down, and slammed into my ass, pounding frantically. Because I was still convulsing, I tugged at his dick, and he was cumming after only a few strokes.

“Yes, yes! Ah, that’s good, kitten. Fuck, unh!”

A final growl and thrust, and he was pulsating, filling me. As soon as he pulled out, my muscles contracted and pushed his cum out, the warm, stickiness trickling down my thigh.

Gasping, my muscles sagged into the mattress, my body still giving tiny jerks. He kneaded my cheeks and bent over, scattering kisses along one then the other. His weight in his fists on either side, he trailed kisses and licks up my back to my ear, his pants hot on my cheek.

“I’ve missed you.”

I smiled with a sultry purr, wiggling beneath him. He groaned and shoved off, climbing out the bed.

“Fuck,” he spat, more angry than frustrated.

I rolled to my side and sat up, batting my lashes. “He’s leaving for Texas this weekend.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

He was grabbing his clothes off the ground, dressing hastily without looking my way.

“Wyatt—”

“I want to hold the woman I love any time I want. I want to lay in that fucking bed,” he shouted, pointing at it while still avoiding eye contact. “And keep making love to you until we are one hundred percent satisfied. I want to take my time with you, worship you, savor…”

His jaw clamped and he shook his head, turning around to find his shirt.

Tears brimmed my eyes, my heart aching. Picking up the toy to cut it off, I bowed my chin, fidgeting with it. “Sometimes, I dream about running away with you.”

He froze, spinning around to gawk, his eyes bulging.

I flashed a half smile and rolled a nonchalant shoulder. “I do. I dream we get fake identities and disappear. I’m your wife, we have kids, and we live normal lives.”

“It’ll never work,” he rasped, finishing the task of tugging his shirt down his sides. “Milo will never stop looking for you. He will never let you go.”

Tossing the vibrator aside, I scooted to the edge of the mattress and bent over to swipe my dress off the floor. “I know,” I whispered. “He has his faults, but that man loves the hell out of me.”

He sucked the back of his teeth and leaned into his dresser, the heels of his palms planted at his sides. His head tilted, he watched me stand and wiggle the cotton over my hips.

Excitement swirled my belly when his sight raked over me with appreciation as I strolled toward him. My palms on his chest, I laid against him and kissed his chin, staring into his eyes.

“I savor these times with you, Wyatt.”

“These times could get you killed.”

A rush of fear surged through me but died almost instantly because of all the love I felt for this man. “Worth the risk,” I breathed, sliding my hands up to touch his neck with my fingers. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

“More than Milo?”

The question jarred me, snatching my soul and wrenching my heart. Gutted, I choked on a breath, a chill rolling down my spine. The shock wasn’t too much toward the question itself, but more toward the answer.

“Yes.”

He did a doubletake, his jaw falling. “Wh-at?”