11. Wyatt

11

wyatt

J osie Pearce is in my bed.

For eight long years, I never dreamed I’d get this opportunity again, and it hits me directly in the chest, nearly taking my fucking breath away. She might not be ready to admit it yet, but if there is anything I know with absolute certainty, it’s that Josie is mine.

My fingers curve around her ankle as I gently tug her to the edge of the bed, drinking in the sweet sound of her giggle and mirroring her smile with a wolfish one of my own.

I’m going to devour her.

“I’m starving , honey. I think it’s time for my favorite dessert,” I rasp as I flick the button of her jeans open and waste no time dragging them down her full hips, letting them fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a matching set of red lace that makes my cock weep.

The lacy cup of her bra is cut low, offering me the smallest glimpse of her pink, rosy nipples.

As much as I love seeing her in this, I need it off her even more. I want to see her spread out on my bed, completely bare.

Lifting her foot to my shoulder, I dip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them down, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs, behind her knee, along her calf, her ankle.

Each press of my lips against her heated skin only makes me more desperate to taste her.

I toss the panties to the floor and move to work on her bra.

She shimmies out of the straps once I unclasp it, and finally, my eyes can slide over her bare flesh. Those pretty tits that fill my hands perfectly, the soft flare of her hips, her pretty, pink little pussy that’s already wet and ripe for my tongue.

Instead of dropping to my knees in front of her, I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off, then quickly get rid of my jeans and climb onto the bed beside her.

“Hold on here,” I rasp as I settle on my back by the headboard. “And ride my face, honey.”

I watch her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t hesitate, crawling over to me and straddling my lower stomach. I can feel the wet, warm heat of her pussy along my abs, and the sensation has my cock twitching.

I grab fistfuls of her ass and drag her up until she’s settled with her thighs on each side of my head, hovering above me.

Too fucking far.

My tongue darts out and swipes through her dripping pussy, gathering the taste of her on my tongue, a low, deep groan vibrating from my chest.

I fucking love the taste of her. I love eating her pussy. I could drown right here and die a happy man.

“Sit,” I growl.

“God, you are so hot when you’re all caveman-y, Wyatt,” she says before lowering onto my mouth. I drag my tongue through her pussy, alternating between flicks to her clit and thrusting in her tight little hole until she’s writhing above me, shamelessly chasing her orgasm.

I close my lips around her clit and suck, rolling it, alternating pressure.

Josie’s hips rock on my face back and forth, over and over. She covers me until I can hardly fucking breathe, and I still want more.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her slick pussy. “Come for me, honey, right now. Give it to me.”

I love that my words only seem to spur her on. Her hips begin to move erratically, quick, shallow movements as her back bows and her climax rips through her. I can feel her thighs trembling as they bracket my ears, her breathless moans echoing around my bedroom.

“Fuck,” I grunt, still lapping at her, wringing out all of her pleasure with my tongue. I suck and lick until the aftershocks of her climax subside, and then I press one lingering kiss against her clit, chuckling when her hips buck.

“I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that,” she says breathlessly, and I chuckle. She sits back on my chest, and in a split second, I have her beneath me, fitted between her thighs.

I flex my hips forward and press my hard, straining cock against her sensitive center, inciting a strangled breath from her lips. I capture it with my mouth as I sweep my tongue through her parted lips and flick her tongue with mine the same way I just ate her pussy.The tips of her toes slip beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs as she tries to push them down with her feet, not wanting to break our kiss, and I pull back, laughing.

“I’ve got it, honey.”

Her dark eyes light up in amusement as she pulls her lip between her teeth and peers up at me and circles my cock with her fingers, pumping me. Her movements are as frantic as the buzzing beneath my skin, both of us desperate for the connection of the other.

Sometimes it feels like when we’re together, we’re making up for all of the time we’ve lost.

“Need to feel you on my cock,” I grit out as I pull back, willing myself not to come before I’ve even gotten inside of her.

Smirking wickedly, she drags the head of my cock through her pussy, coating me with her arousal, then lining me up with her entrance. Without wasting a single fucking second, I thrust into her to the hilt, burying myself in her tight, wet heat until my eyes roll back.

A deep whimper tumbles out of my throat, a sound I’m not entirely proud of but a visceral response to having actual heaven wrapped around my cock that’s making my vision dance.

This fucking woman might kill me.

“Fuuuuuck, Josie,” I say, tossing my head back. I pull out of her until only the tip remains before slamming back inside. She lifts slightly and presses her lips to my throat, then rakes her teeth along my skin, which feels as if it’s humming with a current. I’m losing my damn mind at how good she feels.

At having her in my bed for the first time as a man and not a teenager.

Kissing her.

Tasting her sweet little pussy.

Filling her with my cum until she’s leaking down my cock.

I thrust into her over and over, fucking her so hard that her petite body is climbing the bed toward the headboard. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, the only sound aside from both of our harsh breathing and her soft moans as the head of my cock nudges against her cervix, pushing as deep as I can possibly go.

The caveman part of me hopes that my seed plants, that I can fill her belly with my baby. The thought alone almost has me losing the small amount of restraint I’ve managed to hold on to.

Josie pregnant with my baby.

Fuck. I can imagine it now, and I decide I like that thought way too goddamn much.

Before I can come, I pull out of her, panting so hard that my head swims.

“On your knees, honey.”

She immediately complies, flipping onto her stomach as I rise to my knees behind her, palms curving around her hips and hauling her perfect, heart-shaped ass in the air.

Her cheek’s pressed against the mattress as she waits to be fucked, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Unable to help myself, I bend, lowering my mouth to her pussy and sliding my tongue through her, giving attention to her clit until her hips push back against my face.

I stand straight and once again grab her hip with one hand, and with the other, I feed my cock back inside of her, slamming home.

“ Oh my God ,” she cries out.

As I pound into her, my hips snap in rough, deep strokes that have my balls tightening in desperation to empty inside of her. Arousal pools at the base of my spine, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

It’s impossible when she’s squeezing my cock so tightly.

“I’m close,” I warn, my voice a low grunt. “Need you to come with me, honey.”

My eyes fall shut, and my head drops back against my shoulders as I fuck her, each thrust deeper than the last.

I reach around and use my thumb to strum her clit in quick, hard circles that have her tightening around me, that sweet little pussy starting to clamp down on me. “That’s it. Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”

My girl loves to be praised, and I know it because the second I whisper those words, her entire body pulls taut, and she trembles as her orgasm courses through her.

She cries out my name, the best sound in the fucking world, and with one more deep thrust, I erupt inside of her, filling her with my cum in thick lashes until my balls are empty and my chest is heaving.

Josie collapses against the mattress, and I withdraw, my eyes zeroing in on the trail of cum that slips out of her, a surge of possessiveness moving through me.

I stand from the bed and move to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet and running it under hot water before padding back to my bedroom.

The corners of her lips rise sleepily where she’s on her side.

“Let me take care of you, honey,” I murmur as I open her thighs and drag the warm cloth between her legs.

Once I’m finished, I toss it into the hamper and lie down beside her, dragging her pliant body into my arms. I press my lips to the top of her head and drink in the feel of having her in my arms, sated and sleepy.

Part of me can’t even believe that she’s here right now, and the other part?

Knows I’m never going to let her go.

I’ve always been an early riser.

Most days, I’m up with the sun, out working on the ranch far before most of the town is even awake. There’s always something to be done, and I prefer to get up early when it’s quiet and still. But this morning… pulling myself out of bed was next to impossible with Josie’s warm body draped over my chest, the morning sun starting to crest over the horizon and bathing her creamy skin in its warm morning rays.

I couldn’t stop staring at the woman in my arms. The woman of my dreams. The woman I want to wake up with for all of the sleepy, quiet mornings I’ll have in this house. Or another if that’s what she wanted.

I’d build it with my bare fucking hands if that’s what she needed from me. I’d give Josie Pearce anything. Including my last name, the second she’ll let me.

I just have to give her time to get there. To let down her guard and give me the chance to prove to her that there’s nothing I want more than this simple, beautiful life with her and Lucy.

California never felt like home to me. It was too big and loud and full of energy, even in the middle of the night. Deep down, buried beneath the exhaustion and hope of trying to give Lucy the best life I could, I knew that Strawberry Hollow was where we were meant to be.

So it’s not surprising that we ended up here. In the place that would always be home.

In the place where I left a piece of my heart behind with Josie.

And now, I just want to make it my home again, with Josie and my daughter.

I could spend hours lying here and watching Josie sleep, drinking in every inch of her, desperate to commit all the little details to memory. The delicate slope of her nose and the constellation of freckles scattered along her cheeks, the slight upturn of her top lip. The tiny scar that mars her cheekbone from when she fell when we were kids, trying to climb the same tree her brothers and I did.

Most of my childhood memories include Josie, and I want her to be part of all my future ones too.

Carefully, I untangle myself from Josie and grab my boxer briefs from the floor, dragging them up my hips. With how late I kept her up last night, I don’t want to wake her. Every time I thought we were done, one of us would reach for the other, and then suddenly, I would be inside her again. With my tongue, my fingers, my cock.

Her riding me, me taking her over the edge of the couch while those bright red nails bit into the couch cushions.

We were insatiable in a way I’ve never experienced.

It wasn’t enough. I don’t think it ever will be.

Padding quietly into the kitchen, I pull out everything I’ll need for breakfast and get started. When my girl wakes up, I want to bring her breakfast in bed, and my one specialty?

Chocolate chip pancakes. Lucy bug’s favorite, and knowing Josie and her sweet tooth, she’ll love them too.

Just as I’m plating the last couple of pancakes, I get a text from Grams saying that Lucy is dying to come home to see “Miss Josie.”

I set my phone on the counter and walk back to my bedroom, striding over to where Josie’s still bundled beneath the covers. The large blanket has pulled low on her naked frame, exposing her back and the swell of her perfect ass.

Hell, everything about her is perfect.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tenderly ghost my fingers down her spine, then brush back a lock of her dark hair that’s fallen over her cheek.

“Honey.”

At first, she doesn’t stir, so I lean down and press my mouth against the corner of her plush lips, trailing my kisses lower to the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck.

She lets out a breathy sigh that has my cock twitching in my boxer briefs.

I could listen to those little sounds she makes for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.

“Wake up, honey.”

Finally, she cracks open an eye, giving me those dark brown eyes I could drown in and a cute, sleepy smile.

“Good morning.” Her voice is low and raspy from sleep.

I grin. “Morning, honey.”

“Mmm. What time is it?’”

Leaning down, I cup her cheek and give her an unhurried kiss before pulling back. “Just after ten. I made you breakfast. And… Lucy wants to come say hi, but I wanted to check with you first.”

“Of course. I always want to see Lucy.” She smiles, and my heart squeezes in my chest.

I wish she truly knew how much it means to me that she has this easy, completely effortless relationship with my daughter.

Both of my girls together.

It’s a dream.

As much as I would love to stay in bed with her all day, the second she learns that Lucy’s going to be heading this way soon, she’s up and dressed and at the kitchen table waiting for her within minutes.

Not long after, Luce comes bounding through the front door full of excitement and heads straight for Josie, colliding with her in a hug.

“Miss Josie! You’re at my house.”

Josie laughs, wrapping her arms around her, in no rush to let her go. “I am, sweetheart. And guess what? Your daddy made you your favorite.” Lucy’s eyes widen when she spots the stack of pancakes. “Chocolate chip.”

“This is the best day ever!” Lucy claps as she drops her backpack to the floor and slides into the kitchen chair next to Josie.

I make them both a plate and join them at the table, mostly just observing both of them lost in conversation about Christmas with a wide smile on my face that I couldn’t wipe away even if I tried.

Unable to deny that having Josie here with us feels like it’s exactly where she belongs.