I was going to beg him to fuck me.
“Baby,” he groaned, placing his hands on top of mine that were right on the drawstring of his sweats.
“You don’t want this?” I managed to wheeze out. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry from the pleasure. My face felt flushed, my lips swollen. He groaned and closed his eyes for a second, lifting his hips so a gasp spilled for me when I felt how hard he still was.
“Oh, I want this. I really fucking want this.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered. I hadn’t been able to stop myself, acting like this wild animal fiending for him.
He groaned again as if in pain. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to at all, because I’m so far gone, baby.” He panted harshly. “And I don’t want to do this with a houseful of people, when both of us experience this together for the first time.” We stared into each other’s eyes, and all I wanted to do was argue.
But what he said made perfect sense. I wanted Wilder so desperately I could barely think, let alone breathe, but he was right. I didn’t want to rush this, even though I felt like I’d been waiting an eternity to feel this with someone.
He rested his forehead against mine, and we breathed in the same tempo. “Can I just… hold you?”
I could have laughed at that, simply because I would have let him do more to me than just hold me. I smiled before nodding.
He leaned in and kissed me softly, and then he was pulling me down on the bed, my back to his chest, his big, muscular arm draped over my side as he kept me to him.
I moved my hand to place it over his much bigger one, and then we twined our fingers together. In this moment, despite the fact that we had our clothing on, even though he was so hard, his cock digging into my back, my pussy wet, and my panties soaked, because he’d gotten me off, this moment right here was so much more intimate than if we had sex.
And I didn’t know if that should scare me more than anything else. But right now, I wasn’t going to think of that.
Right now, I was just going to embrace and enjoy that, for the first time in my life, someone cared enough about me that they wanted to hold me while I slept.
Chapter Sixteen
Zoey
Week two with the preacher brothers
I walked slowly by the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in the Preacher brothers’ house. I didn’t know whose office this was, but I heard enough to figure out all four brothers had grown up in this house, their father a piece of shit who beat them. I knew Dom and Cullen, along with their women, no longer lived here. After they found their women, they moved out and got their own places together.
So it had just been Frankie and Wilder since then, and I knew they were close, being brothers, but even more so because of their twin connection. And I knew that’s why Frankie had done what he did.
I was roaming the house after dinner and found myself in here scanning the books that lined the shelves. I thought about the possibilities of getting lost in all the different worlds and lives that could be led between the pages.
Over the days that seemed to meld together, I continually asked myself why I hadn’t just left yet. I tried to reason that it was because the big-ass, scary Preacher boys were always around, and I guessed that was part of it, but the truth was, they didn’t scare me enough to try to not leave. There had been moments I could’ve snuck away, times where Dom was with Amelia, Cullen was with Kimber, and Frankie had disappeared into a room where he turned up the stereo and the sweet smell of pot seeped out from underneath the doorjamb.
There had been plenty of times I could’ve just left, said fuck all of this, fuck my purse and phone. I could’ve just withdrawn the little money I’d been squirreling away, gotten another pay-per-use phone, and just left, went somewhere no one could find me.
But I had a feeling a Preacher brother would have found me.
I could’ve ran, escaped. I was sure as hell good at it. But here I was, two weeks later, and still no closer to distancing myself for this situation or Wilder.
What in the fuck was wrong