“Goddamn it, Pip,” he groans, rolling his forehead across my back as his fingers tighten at my sides. “Fuck. I love you.”
“I love you,” I cry, nodding as my body barrels toward release, every inch of my skin tingling and my heart pounding in my chest.
“I want you to come all over my cock, baby. Remind us both who the hell you belong to.”
I shake my head as my belly tightens and my muscles shake in anticipation. “It’s always you, Wyatt.”
“Do it, now,” he orders, nipping at my ear and I cry out again, hands splayed out on the mattress and one slides forward like I’m reaching for my orgasm as I start falling apart beneath him. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel your tight little pussy gripping my cock.”
“Wyatt!” I scream as the coil tightens to the point of breaking and just when I think it’s going to snap, my release rolls through me, wave after wave of pleasure shaking my body. Wyatt groans behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as his body shudders and his release spills inside of me with another long, drawn out groan. Both of us gasp for air, dazed by the strength of it all - the sex, our connection, our love - and when he finally pulls out of me and rolls me over to my back, I smile up at him, completely sated. For the time being…
“I love you.”
He drops his lips to mine, kissing me like he’s desperate for something, like I might disappear at any second and my heart aches from the pain I feel rolling off of him. What is going on with him and how the hell do I help him?
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Wyatt
“Piper,” I call, pulling my gaze away from the baseball game on TV to lean back in the couch and glance down the hallway to our bedroom where Piper is getting ready for her first baby doctor appointment. She has been back there for damn near an hour, though and I don’t know what the hell she’s doing. “We’ve got to go, baby.”
“Just a second.”
Sighing, I shake my head. “We’re going to miss our appointment.”
“One second, Wyatt,” she calls, a trace of irritation in her voice and I can’t help but smile. In the two days since Piper told me she was pregnant, I have become very well aquatinted with her new dramatic mood swings, random bouts of morning sickness, and insatiable sex drive but I’m not complaining about that last part one bit. Hell, I’m not complaining about any of it because I am just so damn happy that I have my wife here and that we are finally starting our family. It’s everything we have ever wanted but those dark thoughts still creep in way more than I would like since I have even more to lose now.
My mind drifts to the phone call I got a few days ago from the hotel and I scrub my hand over my face. I have spent the last three days either following Piper all around town or watching the GPS obsessively to make sure she is not running from me. She seems good, though. But that only confuses me more. Why the hell is she making hotel reservations for a city three thousand miles away if she is so damn happy? Or is she just that good at hiding that she is falling apart? I’ve got to stop doing this, watching her every move and overthinking every damn thing or it is going to destroy us.
“Ready,” she says from behind me and I turn my head to look at her. The pale pink floral dress she is wearing hits her mid-thigh, showing off her long, sexy legs and the v-neck molds to her chest, showing everyone a peek of what is mine. I growl, shaking my head as I turn back to the TV.
“You’re not wearing that.”
She scoffs. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I say, spinning back around and meeting her heated glare. “You can't wear that.”
“Just who the hell do you think you are, Wyatt Landry? I’ll damn well wear whatever the hell I feel like.”
Turning the TV off, I jump up from the couch and stalk across the living room to her before shaking my head as I run my fingers down her chest where the fabric ends. “I do not want every man in Baton Rouge seeing my wife like this.”
“Well, we’re just going to the doctor so it won't be every man and what does it matter?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she arches a brow in challenge. The move pushes her tits up even more and makes the damn neckline even more obscene. “I'm not showing anything inappropriate and at the end of the day, I'm going home with you so let them look.”
Maybe I should just let it go but the thought of a bunch of guys looking at her makes me feel crazy. Does she want someone to see? Does she enjoy the attention? Shaking my head, I plant my feet and cross my arms, mirroring her pose.
“Baby, we’re going to an OB’s office. There will be plenty of guys there and there is no way in hell I want them seeing your tits.”
She rolls her eyes. “You can’t see my tits and I’m wearing this dress. Get over it.
“Absolutely not.”
“Do you really think you can stop me?”
I grin down at her because, in my head, I can already see where this is going to go. She is going to challenge me and when I don’t back down, we’ll end up back in the bedroom, missing our appointment but ask me if I really care.
Spoiler alert, I don’t.
Or hell, maybe I’ll just throw her down right here on the living room floor and take her until both of us are too tired to do anything else. Either option works for me since I will have her moaning my name all damn night. She takes a step toward me and narrows her eyes but they shine with excitement, telling me all I need to know as my cock presses against my jeans.
Fuck.
This is going to be fun.
“Don’t you dare give me that look, Landry. I’m horny enough as it is and we have an appointment to get to.” She slips past me before I can catch her and I shake my head as I turn to see her grabbing her purse off of the table.
“I’m serious, Pip. You’re not going in that dress.”
She spins to face me, planting her hands on her hips as she glares. “You listen to me, I’m fucking tired all of the goddamn sudden, my boobs are fucking aching, it’s ten a.m. and it’s already ninety fucking degrees outside so I’m wearing this dress and if you keep arguing with me, I will chop your dick clean off and bury it in the yard. Let’s. Go.”
“Shit,” I whisper, shaking my head. “At least put a damn sweater on.”
“Ninety fucking degrees, Wyatt!” she yells, opening the front door and marching out without another word and without a sweater. Shaking my head, I run my hand through my hair.
Remember those mood swings I was talking about?
Jesus Christ.
Swiping my keys off of the table, I grab her sweater off of the hook and follow her out. As I climb behind the wheel of the Bronco, she sulks in the passenger seat and I pass her the sweater but she just looks at it, refusing to take it. Rolling my eyes, I drop it onto the seat next to me. Her skirt rides up slightly but I ignore it as I pull the truck out of the driveway and reach across the seat, holding my hand out to her.
“You gonna be mad at me all day, baby?”
Her gaze flicks to me. “That depends. Are you gonna be a stubborn ass all damn day?”
“No, I’m done.”
Sighing, she slips her hand into mine and as I feel the tension leave her body, I pull her across the seat to me. She cuddles into my side and I press my lips to the top of her head, savoring the smell of her honeysuckle perfume. I’ve been acting like a maniac lately - extra possessive, over the top jealous, and not willing to let her out of my sight - and I know she doesn’t deserve this but I can’t shake this fear that I’m going to lose her. The worst part is, I don’t know how it’s going to happen so I feel like I have to cover all of my bases but it’s making me lose my mind and no matter how much she reassures me that she is good and that she is here to stay, I can’t help but think the worst.