There is no nosy friends poking into our business.
There is no club.
There is no threat coming for all of this.
There is just me and my woman.
She tips her head back when I do it again, grabbing two handfuls of her sexy ass and bucking my hips off of the seat, grinding up into her. I take advantage of the opportunity to lean forward and lick a path up the side of her neck.
Fuck.
She tastes so damn good and I need more.
She shudders in my arms as a moan slips past her lips and her nipples pebble against the thin fabric of her shirt. I growl as my desire for her boils over.
“Was this my surprise?” she asks, rocking her hips against my erection and I shake my head.
“No. That’s going to have to wait.”
Nodding, she leans down and seals her lips to mine with a moan as I try to unbutton my jeans.
Fuck.
This is going to be quick and dirty but I need her now and I don’t have the patience to move to the back of the truck or wait until we get home. After the last few days, all I can think about is getting inside my wife. I need it more than the air I breathe.
Thank God, she wore a skirt today.
Once I get my jeans down and my cock springs free, she reaches down between us, wrapping her fingers around my length and bolts of pleasure zip through me as I drop my head back and groan. Her warm breath hits my neck and goose bumps race across my flesh as she pumps her hand, stroking me again and again so slowly that it’s damn near torture.
“I want you so bad, Wyatt,” she whispers in my ear and my entire body lights up like a bonfire. My hand skates up her spine before diving into her hair. I grab a chunk of it and pull, bringing her face away from my neck and claiming her lips again. She moans, releasing my cock to grind against me. Her panties are wet and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip as my head spins.
“You keep talking dirty to me, baby,” I growl in between kisses. “And we’re never going to get to the surprise.”
She nods. “Fine by me.”
“You want me to fuck you all night long?” I ask, hyping myself up at just the thought and her breathy little moan spurs me on, making me crazy. “Want me to put a baby inside you?”
“God, yes, Wyatt,” she moans, her head falling back as she continues grinding on my lap. When she rocks back again, I can’t take it anymore. Growling, I reach between us and pull her panties to the side as she grabs my cock, pressing it against her entrance as we both moan. Her lips brush over my ear and I shudder as I sink into her with a low groan. The air punches out of my lungs as I still, giving her a moment to adjust.
Shit.
She feels so goddamn good and I’m never going to last.
Why the fuck is it that the feeling of my wife wrapped around my cock turns me into a teenage boy all over again?
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” she pleads before pressing a kiss to my neck and I groan again, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her. She cries out into the cab of the truck, clinging to me like I’m a life raft and circling her hips to add to the sensations. I glance up at her and stop moving, drawing her angry eyes down to my face. “What are you doing?”
“I think I wanna watch you fuck me this time, sweetheart.”
The fury fades from her gaze in an instant and a slow, devilish little smile stretches across her face as she starts rocking and circling her hips again. She plants her hands on my chest and meets my gaze as her mouth falls open in a silent moan and her body shudders.
“Goddamn, baby,” I whisper, reaching up and cupping her cheek as pressure builds at the base of my spine. I slip my hand between us and grab the base of my cock, trying to hold off as long as possible but when she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, I know I’m a goner. Her eyes flutter closed, wrapped up in the sensation as a moan tears through her and I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips and move with her as we both race toward completion. Smacking her hands against the roof of the truck, she moans again and again, teetering on the edge of her release. My body tenses and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me and slamming her lips to mine as we both shatter around each other. Her pussy grips me, waves of pleasure milking my cock as I spill into her with a groan and we pull apart, both of us fighting for air as our eyes meet.
“Oh my God,” she whispers before a giddy little giggle slips out of her mouth and I grin, pulling her to me as I lean my head back and close my eyes.
Fuck.
That was good.
“That one got me pregnant, for sure,” she says into my neck and I laugh as I run my hand down her back.
“You think?”
She nods. “Oh, for sure.”
We sit in silence for a moment, both of us just soaking up the quiet time with one another, before she sits up and locks eyes with me.
“Now, where is my surprise?”
Laughing, I reach behind the seat and grab the black case off of the seat before handing it to her. She scowls at it, looking so goddamn adorable I want to take her again, before she looks up at me.
“What is it?”
“Open it,” I tell her, laughing as my stomach flips. I have no idea how she is going to react but I hope she’ll know I’m just trying to keep her safe. She flips the lid open and stares down at the pistol inside without saying anything and my heart climbs into my throat.
“Why?” she asks, meeting my eyes and I cup her cheek in my hand.
“I just want to know you’re safe, baby.”
She glances down at the gun. “If I agree to this, will you let up on the whole ‘you are not to be alone in the studio and I’ll drive you everywhere’ thing?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t want it,” she snaps, shoving it back into my hands. I refuse to take it, sighing as I run a hand through my hair.
“What if I let up on the whole alone at the studio thing as long as you check in with me often and I’ll follow you to work and home in my truck?”
She studies me for a second before nodding her head. “Okay. If this will make you feel better, I’ll carry it with me.”
“Good,” I answer as relief rushes through me like a tidal wave. I’ll be able to breathe so much easier knowing that she has a way to defend herself when I can’t be with her but I hope to God she won’t ever need it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Piper
“Smack That” by Akon spills out of the studio’s speaker system and I growl as I lean back in my chair and study the photo I’ve been working on for the last hour. Normally, it wouldn’t take me this long to edit a photo but I’m distracted today. My gaze drifts to my purse sitting on the desk where the pistol Wyatt gave me a couple of nights ago is hidden and I sigh. Honestly, I’m not even sure what is making me pre-occupied tonight but every time I try to focus on the task at hand, my mind wanders to the other night when Wyatt brought me dinner, drove me down to the river, and taught me how to shoot. Closing my eyes, I remember the way he stepped up behind me and wrapped his hands around mine, showing how to properly hold the pistol and a shiver works its way down my spine.
God, I’m hopeless lately.
It seems like all I can think about is screwing my husband every which way and it doesn’t matter that he was inside me this morning as I woke up because I want it again. The memory of him whispering instructions in my ear makes my pussy clench with need and I shake my head as I lean forward and try to focus on the photo again. More than anything, I would like to just call it a night and head home but if I don’t get these photos finished up, I’ll be behind and I hate that.