Twenty-Eight

Wilder

Stepping back into the cave, I felt guilty for leaving Oakley here, but I had needed to clear my head. Hit shit. Curse. Lose my goddamn temper, and I hadn’t wanted to do it in front of her.

The room was silent as I walked through the small hallway. It was past midnight, so when I found Oakley curled up on the sofa, asleep, I wasn’t surprised.

The reality of all this was twisted up so badly that there was no clear way to see it. She was right. We wouldn’t change what had happened because of Sarah. She made the difference. But I would change the after. I’d never have treated Oakley like I had. Fuck, I would have begged her to forgive me. There would have been no wedding with Sylvia.

The what-could-have-beens. Everything we had lost. It would forever darken my world. I’d never get past knowing I’d had her once and lost her. She’d been mine.

I looked at her as I removed my shirt and took off the sweats. I knew there were still things coming and that we couldn’t change the past, but for tonight, I was going to hold her. I was going to sleep in a bed with Oakley Watson in my arms. Finally. Even if I just got it tonight. All the reasons this was a bad idea be damned.

Wearing only my boxers, I went over and pulled the covers back to see Oakley still wearing just the sweatshirt. Her naked ass pressed against me was going to be a temptation, but I didn’t care. Reaching down, I picked her up, and she curled into me, pressing her face to my chest.

Emotions for this woman that I had thought were gone, never to return, came barreling back with a vengeance. The need to cherish her, love her, own her were there, threatening to take over again. I couldn’t do that. Not now. We were two different people. Age, time, and circumstances had made sure of it.

I placed her on the bed, then lay down behind her, tugging the covers up over our bodies. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I buried my nose in her hair. God, this was heaven. The warmth of her body against mine, her scent surrounding me. I could die right here, content.

No! I had to stop letting my head go there. Fuck that. It wasn’t my head in danger here. It was my heart. I had to keep up my guard. And I would—tomorrow. Right now, I was enjoying this. I was going to revel in it.

“Wilder?” Her voice was raspy from sleep.

I tightened my arm around her. “Yeah.”

“Mmm,” she murmured and wiggled her ass against my already-hard cock.

I closed my eyes and tried to control my reaction. She was half asleep.

“I like this.”

Yeah, well, I fucking loved it. I didn’t respond, but she shifted again, as if she was trying to get closer. We were on a twin bed, and any closer, she’d have to be on top of me. That image made my cock twitch.

Unable to help myself, I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

She let out a happy sigh and rubbed her ass on me again.

“Oakley, stop wiggling. You keep it up, and I’m going to end up fucking you.”

I felt her stomach jump with a quick breath at my words, and then she turned over to face me. Even in the darkened room, her pale blue eyes were bright.

“That’s not exactly a threat,” she said in a sultry voice.

The reasons why I shouldn’t do this were more than I wanted to count, and not one of them mattered. Not right now. Not with her in this cave, in this bed with me, staring up at me with those eyes. An open invitation.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her gently, savoring how it felt to have her in a bed, kissing her, touching her. Things I’d fantasized about for so long. Things I’d never thought I would get to experience.

Her hand slid up my arm and into my hair as she opened her sweet lips and let me in. All other problems faded away. This was Oakley, soft and needy in my arms. The girl who used to dance in the rain, ask me what the best part of my day was, press kisses all over my face while she told me how much she loved me.

She draped her leg over my hip and pressed her warm center against my erection, then let out a low moan. The wetness from her need seeped through the cotton on my boxers, and I trembled.

I wanted her. I wanted inside her. I wanted her under me.

I rolled on top of her, breaking the kiss to get the sweatshirt off her body. Her plump, well-kissed lips were slightly parted as she stared up at me. My eyes fell to her tits, bouncing with her quick, short breaths. She opened her legs and shifted her hips. Her lashes fluttered as she let out a sexy little sound the moment my hard dick rubbed her clit.

Unable to take any more, I sat up and removed my boxers. The way her eyes widened with excitement when my dick was freed made me feel like a damn king. I had to get inside her. Feel her squeezing me, milking me while I looked down into those blue eyes.

“Please,” she begged me, lifting her hips.

I was done. Nothing mattered but fucking this woman. My brain had short-circuited, and my cock was now in control.

Grabbing her thigh, I held her steady as I sank into her. The pure euphoria of the hot velvet sucking me in as pleasure washed over that gorgeous face was incomparable to anything I had ever felt. Me. I was giving that to her. She wanted me. This wasn’t someone else taking what had been mine. It was my dick in her tight pussy. Getting back what had been taken from me.

“That’s fucking heaven, baby,” I groaned. “It’s like fucking a damn angel. Sinking my dick in your pussy while seeing that pretty face.”

Her back arched, and she made one of her throaty moans. “Wilder.” My name sounded like she was pleading.

“You need more? Want it harder?” I asked.

Any self-control I’d thought I had was gone. The animal in me wanted to grab her hips and ride her hard. Lose myself in the ecstasy. Forget my own damn name.

“Please, yes, that’s so good,” she begged.

My hands sank into her flesh, and I began to slam into her like a man possessed.

“FUCK! That pussy is mine!”

In that moment, I wanted it to be. I wanted to murder every damn man who had been here before.

Oakley lifted her knees, opening up more, then wrapped her long legs around my waist. “Oh God, Wilder!”

There was nothing on earth as beautiful this woman as I fucked her. God, she was perfect.

Mine. Mine. That damn word kept pounding in my head, and I wanted to shout it. Make sure the world heard it.

But it wasn’t fucking true. I didn’t deserve her.

But right now, in this moment, she was going to be mine. I’d make sure her body never forgot how I could make her feel.

“That’s it, beautiful girl. Take my cock. Come all over it. Let me feel you soak me before I shoot my release deep inside you.”

Her nails sank into my arms as she threw her head back. “WILDER!” she screamed as her body jerked beneath me.

The sight of her sent me over into the bliss along with her. My entire body shook as I began to unload inside her. Knowing she was being filled with me only made it all the more powerful. My eyes were locked on her face as I rode the frenzy our bodies were caught up in.

“Wilder.” She let out another strangled cry and tightened around me again as she clung to me.

I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her as I rolled onto my back. She was lying half on top of me as I gasped to take a deep breath, still buried in her silky sheath. Easing my hips back, I slid out of her, hating to end the connection. I wanted to stay this way. Not face reality. Let it just be us. Here. Like this.

She pressed a kiss to my chest and sighed contentedly. My arms flexed as I held her. Neither of us spoke, as if afraid to end the moment.

When her breathing began to slow and deepen, I closed my eyes. An odd sense of something I wasn’t familiar with tugged at me just as I eased off into sleep.