wink, reaching for the drawer on his nightstand. I watch with rapt attention as he retrieves a foil packet while still licking my release from his glistening lips. “Do you want to put it on?”
“Umm. I’m not sure I know how.” I brace myself on my elbows. “No one’s ever offered before.”
“It’s not hard,” he says, and I snort, staring at the massive erection pointing right at me.
He shakes his head. “That’s definitely hard.”
“I’ll say.”
“You just roll it on.” He tosses the little packet at me. “I want you to know you’re protected.”
Of all the things he might have said in this moment, I don’t think anything else could have possibly meant more. This man shows me his heart in a million ways each and every day. “Okay,” I say, climbing to my knees. “You ready?”
He grunts. “Don’t I look it?”
“Yes,” I confirm, my eyes widening as I get a closer look. “Yes, you do.” Still nodding, I rip the foil open, careful not to damage the condom. “Here I go.”
His dick bobs lightly with the soft rumble emerging from his chest.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Yes,” he deadpans, watching as I hesitate just above the head of his penis. “Here,” he says guiding my hand with his own along his shaft. “Rolls on just like that.” Each word becomes more strained as he hardens further beneath my touch.
“That was easy enough.” I grab the wrapper from the bed. “Where should I put this?”
“I don’t fucking care.” With a throaty growl, he hooks an arm around my back, flopping us both onto the mattress.
“I’ll just pick that up when we’re through,” I say, unsure of where it ended up. “Ohh,” I groan when his lips smash against mine.
Someone’s in no mood for conversation.
“I can’t wait any longer.” There’s an entirely unnecessary apology in his tone.
“Then don’t.” I lift my head to nip at his jaw while he seats himself at my entrance. It takes a herculean effort not to elevate my hips and force him inside.
Wyatt props himself on his forearms, stroking my hair while staring directly into my eyes, nudging inside just a fraction of an inch. He stills, his body trembling over me while I relish the feel of his warm skin on my skin—of his heartbeat drumming in time with my own.
“Here’s to forever, Whit.”
As he pushes forward, my nails score his back, breaking the skin on his shoulder blades. “Wyatt,” I whimper at the full feeling of having him sheathed inside me. My pussy begins to pulse around him, and I can scarcely draw breath I’m so caught up in the overwhelming sensation of being so connected to this man.
Then he starts to move—rocking in and out of my body at a deliciously slow pace. It’s a gift in the most exquisite form of torture.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, his eyes wild with desire. “So right.”
I grip two hands full of his hair, lowering his lips to mine. His tongue plunges in and out of my mouth while his hand sneaks between us, gripping my breast.
“So perfect,” he rasps.
My head whips side to side when Wyatt moves lower, sucking one pert nipple into his mouth. Then he moves to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.
My mounting climax continues to build, and my body starts to quake. The occasional spasm shocks my core, squeezing his shaft.
“Now,” I cry out as my walls clench tightly around his cock. “I’m gonna—oh God!”
His entire body locks up while waves of pleasure ricochet between us.
Forever feels like freefalling straight off a cliff, all the while knowing there’ll always be someone at the bottom to break my fall.
That someone is him.
“Hello future father of mine.”
The corners of my mouth give a little tug as I set down my drill and rotate my body toward the chapel entrance, where I see Prissy twirling a blue Tootsie Pop in her mouth.
“What’s up, Miss Priss?” At Whitney’s request, I don’t encourage this father business. I just don’t exactly discourage it either.
“I’m bored.” She plants herself on the top step of the brand-new altar. “How much you got left? Looks like you’re almost done in here.”
“Just gotta finish installing these windows and do a few touch-ups, then she’s good to go.” I wipe my hands off on my jeans before taking a swig from my bottle of water.
She pouts. “What are you gonna do when you’re done?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Finish fixing my house, most likely. Probably pop in three or four times a