Page 16 of Wild & Wanted

“Oh, oh, oh, ffffuck!” she screams. She’s so close, so tight, her body stretching and tensing, preparing itself for release.

“Love being inside you. Love fucking you, feeling you, learning everything about your body,” I tell her as I pick up speed, jackhammering into her impossibly tight cunt. I’m fucking losing it and I need her to get there first.

“Come for me, baby, come on my big cock. Need to feel it… fuck…”

With one final thrust, she cries out, her back bowing off the mattress and then slamming back down as her walls squeeze me so fucking tight. It’s the best kind of pain alongside the most intense kind of pleasure.

I lean back and throw her legs over my shoulders, gripping the headboard behind her and pounding into her pussy again and again. I grunt with each thrust, the head of my cock bumping up against her womb, fucking her as deep as possible. Hadley surrenders to her pleasure again, her thighs squeezing my hips, her nails scratching my back. I hope she draws blood. I’ll gladly wear her marks.

“Baby... So. Fucking. Good. Fuck!”

I slam into her one last time, my cock throbbing painfully before exploding inside her. I roar her name as I pump her full of my cum. Hadley whimpers, her cunt throbbing and milking me for everything I’m worth.

I can’t breathe, can’t think, my brain and body completely drained of every fucking thing. I collapse and quickly roll onto my back, pulling her limp body across my chest.

We lie there like that for who knows how long while we recover. I stroke Hadley’s back and play with her hair, kissing the top of her head every so often. I can’t find my voice yet, so I try to do everything I can to show her how much she means to me and how being with her like that was the absolute highlight of my life.

Finally, my heart slows down enough for me to think straight.

“Are you okay, beautiful?”

She nods against my chest but doesn’t say anything.

“Look at me, sweet girl. Please tell me you’re okay. I wasn’t gentle.” Panic seizes my heart at the thought of hurting her. I lost my damn mind and fucked her like an animal.

I feel her soft lips place a kiss over my heart before looking up at me. “I’m good, Wolf. So good. That was…” she trails off.

“Yeah. It was.” I reply, also not sure of how exactly to put what we just shared into words.

I kiss her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anywhere and everywhere I can reach. “Thank you,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her.

We settle back down, our hearts finding the same rhythm. The silence between us isn't just comfortable; it feels like an open door.

"I’ve never brought anyone into my home," I say quietly, the words scraping against the quiet room. It’s the first time I've ever willingly cracked open the vault.

Hadley shifts, resting her hand flat over my heart. "Never?"

"Never," I confirm, staring up at the dark ceiling. "My old man... he ruined the concept of a home for me. He was a vicious drunk. We lived in this rotting tin-can of a trailer, and he had a revolving door of these volatile, mean-spirited women. They'd scream, they'd throw things, they'd leave, and he’d just drown himself in cheap whiskey until the next one came along. I learned really early that love was just poison. It made you weak, bitter, and pathetic."

I feel her fingers gently stroke my chest, a silent offering of comfort.

"I swore I’d never let anyone in," I continue, my voice dropping to a rough whisper. "I thought my blood was tainted with his same rot. I thought if I ever let myself care about a woman, I’d just end up a broken, miserable, lonely old fool. So I locked it all away. The club became my only family. Stryker became my brother. But a woman? I made a vow I'd die before I let one inside my walls."

I tilt my head down, meeting her warm, glistening eyes in the dark.

"And then you walked into my warehouse," I murmur, brushing a strand of red hair from her face. "And you completely leveled me."

Hadley lets out a shaky breath, a tear slipping down her cheek to wet my chest. "I thought I was going to be alone forever, too," she confesses, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "I never had a childhood, Wolf. My dad bolted, and my mom was always working. I had to raise my younger siblings, Leo, Sam, and Corinne. I had to be the adult. I had to fix the scraped knees, balance the budget with pennies, and smile so they wouldn't know how terrified I was."

She curls closer, burying her face slightly into my collarbone.

"I was so exhausted," she whispers. "I thought my entire purpose in life was just to be a machine that kept my family alive. I never thought I’d get to actually live. I never thought anyone would look at me and want to take care of me. I never had a safe place to put my armor down until you wrapped your arms around me."

A fierce, protective ache tightens my throat. I shift onto my side, cupping her face in both of my hands, forcing her to look at me. The walls are gone. There is nothing left between us but the brutal, beautiful truth.

"You never have to put that armor back on with me," I swear, my voice rough and vibrating with absolute certainty. "I will carry your weight. I'll carry your family's weight. I will be whatever you need me to be, Hadley."

She stares up at me, her lips parted, her eyes wide and shining.