Arriving at the diner, he saw his woman smiling as she served people inside.
There was no way he was going to let any harm come to his woman. She didn’t deserve that.
He rubbed a hand down his face, climbed out of the car, and entered the diner just as Macie removed her apron.
The moment she saw him, the smile on her face lit up his entire world. She walked to him, but when she went to wrap her arms around him, he captured her wrists and forced a smile to his lips.
This wasn’t what he wanted to do.
“Wilson, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing is wrong. Grab your stuff. I’ll explain in the car.” How was he going to explain a madman intent on killing him? Macie knew parts of his life, but not the full story. He wasn’t always happy with the way his life turned out.
“Oh,” Macie said. “Okay.”
She was hurt, and he felt like a fucking asshole. Macie already had enough issues, and he didn’t need to be adding to them.
With her gone, Wilson checked over the customers. He’d recognize his perp anywhere. Edward had shown him a picture, and nothing had changed in the man. He’d gotten older, but his eyes were still fucking cold and dead.
He stood at the door as Macie approached, jacket in hand, which he took from her and draped over her shoulders. “Wilson, what’s going on?”
“I’ll explain later.”
He walked her out of the diner, all of his instincts returning as if they had never left him. His gaze stayed focused on the surrounding area as he watched and waited. This wasn’t something he liked to do.
“You’re scaring me,” she said.
Wilson didn’t stop though.
Nothing could ever happen to Macie. He loved her more than anything in the world. She was the only woman he craved, and he couldn’t believe how long he’d waited to claim her as his own. Especially knowing the dangers of his past could be closing in.
With her inside the car, he rounded to the driver’s side, climbed in, and took off back to his home.
“Tell me what is going on,” Macie said.
“I will.”
“Wilson, you’re scaring me. You’re acting like a crazy person.”
No, he was acting like a man who would do anything to protect his woman, and that wasn’t wrong at all. He took her hand, locking their fingers together. “I need to tell you something important.”
****
Macie wrapped her fingers around the cup in her hand, feeling the heat warm up the tips of her fingers. Wilson had started his story in the car and finished it as they got to the house.
Lifting up the cup, she pressed it to her lips and sipped at the coffee. Wilson had offered her something stronger, but she’d declined it as she saw no reason to keep on drinking.
“Talk to me, babe,” he said.
“I don’t know what to say,” she said.
“Look, I know this is fucked up.”
She put the cup down on the counter and shook her head. “No. This is not fucked up.”
“You could be in danger.”
“You don’t know that. You’re the one that could be in danger, not me.” She lifted her hand and placed it on his before reaching up to press it to his cheek. “Nothing about this is fucked up in any way. You protected that woman. She got her life back, and he ended up behind bars. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”
Wilson didn’t look proud.
Macie stood and moved closer to him, forcing him to move out from beneath the table as she moved to straddle him.
He grabbed her ass, squeezing the cheeks.
She gasped.
“Macie, you should be slapping me silly right now.”
“No, I should be doing this.” She cupped his face, kissing him. “And this.” She moved her lips down to his neck, nibbling on the flesh.
He groaned. “You should be mad.”
“There is no way I could be mad at you. I thought you were getting bored of me.” At her words, Wilson tightened his grip on her ass. She couldn’t contain her moan as pleasure rushed through her entire body, gripping her tightly.
“There is no chance of me ever getting bored of you.”
The hands on her ass moved up to sink into her hair. He pulled her down and kissed her hard.
The passion of his kiss took her breath away. She wriggled on his lap, trying to gain as much friction as possible, to rub herself against him, desperate to feel all of him, not wanting the moment to end.
Wilson lifted up, dropping her on the table. She still wore the dress uniform for the diner, and he quickly pushed it up her thighs, exposing her to him. He released a groan, and within seconds, he had her panties off, her legs spread wide, and his mouth was between them, licking at her pussy.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she gasped his name. The sounds of her pleasure echoed off the walls. It was too much.
He nibbled at her clit, biting down on the nub before soothing it with the flat of his tongue. Each touch, each stroke only served to heighten her need for him even more. She didn’t want him to stop.
Wilson grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he focused on her pussy. His damned tongue created a fire deep in her core, heightening her need for him. His name a constant mantra spilling from her lips.
He pushed her to the edge, thrusting her over it and keeping her dangled there as she rocked and thrust against him. Even before she had come down from her peak, she felt him. The tip of his cock pressed against her core, and then, inch by inch, slowly sank inside her until he held her hips and slammed the last of himself deep into her core.
“Fuck. You’re so tight. I’m never going to get bored of this. Of you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go as he took her on the dining room table. Cupping his face, she stared up into his eyes. The sharp blues penetrated her. “I love you,” she said.
She never wanted anything to happen and to regret not saying it at least once to him.
Wilson stopped with his cock still deep inside her.
Macie felt every single inch of him and wasn’t in a hurry to stop him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said.
She smiled. “Why not?”
“Because I needed to be the one to tell you first.”
“You waited too long. I fell in love with you the moment you stepped into the diner.”
“Macie?”
“I would wait, you know. I couldn’t wait to see you, and when you started to come into the diner regularly, seeing you was the highlight of my life.” She pressed her lips to his.
“Macie, I fucking … I love you so damn much, it scares me.”
Tears filled her eyes as she smiled up at him.
He slammed his lips down on hers, and his hard, rough fucking turned into gentle thrusts as he made love to her. It was slow, delicate, and he lifted her, carrying her through to their bedroom.
She moaned his name as he stripped her out of her clothes, and she lay before him, completely naked. Wilson took his time, kissing every inch of her before he finally made love to her, which lasted long into the night.
Each thrust, each moan, it all spoke to Macie. There was no doubting his feelings for her.
She didn’t know how she’d gotten so lucky. It wasn’t about Wilson’s wealth or the power he had. It was all about him as a person.