His mouth muffled my cries even though there was no one around to hear.
“Lou…I’m not going to last, baby. I need you to come on my dick. Come on my—”
I cut his plea off when my pussy began to pulse before strangling his cock and stealing his breath. I hadn’t realized he’d fallen over too until he was already spilling inside my unprotected pussy.
“Fuck!” he barked so savagely I flinched.
He started to pull out of me when I gripped his hair in one hand and his ass in the other. “I want it,” I whispered desperately in his ear.
After only a moment’s hesitation, he pushed deeper inside me, making me moan. I didn’t let him go until he’d given me every last drop. When I finally released my grip on his hair, I yelped when he spanked my ass hard before setting me on my feet.
“Don’t…do that…again.” He glared down at me as we fought to catch our breath.
“I don’t think it’s entirely up to me,” I sassed.
He shot me an indignant look then picked me up, carried me to the shower, and after he’d cleaned us up, he took us to bed.
I was lying on my side half asleep with Wren curved around me when I felt him lift my left hand and slip something on my pointer finger. I cracked my eyes open, but when I saw a ring with a sterling silver setting and oval-shaped green gem, they flew open as I blinked. I watched the green slowly turn to amber as I wondered what his gift meant. Wren wasn’t exactly the jewelry-bestowing type. “A mood ring?”
“You can always tell what I’m thinking when you look in my eyes. Now we’re on an even playing field.”
Heat bloomed in my belly, and we both watched as the ring turned a startling violet.
“Do you know what the colors mean?”
“Yes.”
I peeked over my shoulder. “So what does purple mean?”
He shot me a lazy grin as he slowly ran his hand up and down my naked hip. “It means you’re crazy about me.”
“I am.”
“Good.” He leaned down and starting kissing my shoulder. “Because I lost all reason the night I met you, Lou.”
“Hm.” I pretended to ponder. “Drunk Wren might say you even love me.”
I felt him still behind me, and I watched the ring turn black as my stomach filled with dread. Did I push him too far too soon? Would he retreat as he’d always done?
Before I could take it back, give him an out, he said, “He’s not the only one, Lou.”
“Then tell me,” I urged. “Say the words.”
“I can’t.” I started to move away when he locked his arm around my waist. “I’ll tell you when I get back.”
“Back?” I frowned. “Where are you going?”
I was turning to face him when he lifted my leg, and after testing my readiness, he slowly slid inside me from behind. My breath caught. Nothing else before that mattered.
“Again?” I gasped.
He was already moving inside me, long strokes that reached deep and stole my breath until I could think of nothing else. “Again.”
The sun wasn’t shining through the windows when I awoke much later. The room was pitch black and silent, and after looking over my shoulder, I realized I was in bed alone. I ran my hand over the sheets on his side, and when I felt the warmth he left behind, I sighed.
Until I remembered his promise just before he took me.
Heart racing, I shot up from the bed and looked around, but the bedroom and the bathroom were both empty. I hurriedly checked the rest of the guesthouse as well, but Wren was nowhere to be found.
In a fit of desperation, I flew out into the cold night. I only had the T-shirt he’d slipped over my head just before I passed out to cover me. I ran down the paved path leading around the side of the main house to the driveway out front.
Once there, I stopped short when I spotted him dressed in dark jeans, shirt, and that brown leather jacket I loved so much. And he was headed toward a green Crown Vic.
“Wren!”
He spun around and cursed when he saw me standing there shivering in the cold. His long, angry strides had him reaching me in no time. “What are you doing out here?”
I slammed my hands against his chest and pushed him. “You were just going to leave?”
“I told you I was.”
“Yeah, right before you fucked me senseless so that I wouldn’t ask questions!”