Lifting her legs, I push them back, exposing her center for me. She’s pink, soft, and judging by the glistening wetness, she’s fucking ready. I don’t want to cause her any discomfort, so I reach between us, sliding two fingers inside of her soft cunt, just to ensure that she is indeed as ready as I think that she is.
We groan together as soon as I fill her, curling my fingers inside of her. “You’re so fucking wet,” I announce.
She doesn’t respond, but I watch as her face turns pink from my observation. Removing my fingers from inside of her, I replace them with the head of my cock. My dick twitches, the anticipation of being inside of her almost too much. It’s been days, which has, in turn, felt like goddamn weeks.
Exeter lifts her hands, wrapping her fingers around my biceps and in one swift move, I slam inside of her to the hilt. She lets out a gasp as I rest against the backs of her thighs a little more. I can’t kiss her like this, but fuck me if I can’t stare into those eyes, those orbs that fucking consume me.
A declaration is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back. I won’t tell her that I love her, not until she knows the truth about me and not until I know all of her secrets. I won’t do that to either of us, no matter how fucking much I want to say those words.
I move inside of her, feeling everything that she has to offer, my eyes never leaving hers. I can feel her cunt flutter as her panting breaths fill the air around us. I moan, knowing that she’s so close only makes my lower back start to tingle with anticipation.
“Touch yourself,” I rasp.
With zero hesitation, her hand leaves my bicep and flies between her legs. Tipping my head, my teeth sink into my lower lip as I watch her bring herself toward her orgasm. It’s beautiful, the way she plays that clit with expertise, knowing exactly how to get herself off.
Within seconds, her pussy clamps down around me and my balls draw up, my cum leaving my body and filling hers. My entire body rolls in a shudder at the exhilarating sensation.
EXETER
Wyatt looks over at me, a grin on his lips and I know what he’s done. He had sex with me to relax me. It wasn’t the wrong thing to do. I was wound up from my father’s failed attempt to abuse me, and then again from my telling him about my past. He seemed not to react much, as if he wasn’t really hearing me, but maybe he was, maybe he just didn’t know what to say to me.
“Ready?” he asks as he shifts the truck into park.
I look over to the house. It’s a ranch house, probably built in the seventies, but well maintained. There is about an acre of land around it, all well-manicured green lush grass and bright flowers. It’s in the most prestigious side of town, or at least it used to be.
It’s still a desirable neighborhood. I know because when I was a teenager, I would ride over to Emily’s on my bike and we would come here. We rode around and pretended this is where our houses were, and we would come up with stories about what our lives would be like if we had been born into families like the ones around here instead of our own shit-tastic families.
But to answer Wyatt’s question. No. No, I am certainly not ready to meet his mama and daddy who live on Bluebonnet Drive, where he was most likely raised. If there was ever a moment that I thought Wyatt and I were complete polar opposites, it’s right here—right now.
“Looks like your MawMaw is already here,” he murmurs, lifting his chin toward the house in front of us.
Sure enough, parked against the curb is my grandmother’s car. Shit. I can’t back down now, she’s already here. She’d box my ears and tan my hide if I ran away now. She doesn’t drive much, but apparently today she felt it necessary.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
“Exeter,” Wyatt calls out.
With my hand on the door handle, I freeze and look over my shoulder at him.
“It’s going to be just fine, sugar. They’re excited as fuck to meet you, and remember, they don’t know any details.”
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I open the door, but I don’t slide out of the pickup. In fact, I wonder how I’m going to get down without flashing the world my pink panties. Wyatt appears in front of me, his eyes on my lap and a grin on his face. I can see his white teeth through his dark beard, and I know that his smile is wide, and at my expense.
“Problem, sugar?” he asks.
Rolling my eyes, I start to get down when his hands quickly fly to my waist. Instead of allowing me to take a step down, he just picks me up and then sets me down on the sidewalk.
“Wyatt,” I breathe.
His eyes are focused on mine, his head dipped, and his smile immediately fades as I sway toward him. “Sugar. I don’t know how I just fucked you two hours ago, and I want to be inside of you right fucking now,” he groans.
“I was going to say you were a gentleman, but I don’t think that you are,” I exhale.
“Damn straight, I’m not.” His mouth gently touches mine, his fingers flex against my waist, and I know that right now he’s holding back, his restraint is almost painful I’m sure. “Let’s get inside before I fuck you on my childhood front lawn.”
Without another word, his hand wraps around mine and he gently tugs me toward the walkway. I don’t know what to expect when I walk into this house. I have no clue what is about to happen, especially with MawMaw in attendance, but I’m about to find out, because before I know it, Wyatt opens the door and traipses into the house, his hand still firmly wrapped around my own.
Chapter Twenty
WYATT
My father is sitting in the living room when we walk in hand-in-hand. Exeter’s grandmother is sitting on the sofa, a glass of Mama’s sweet tea in her hand. They both look at us when we enter the room. I watch as Exeter’s MawMaw’s eyes soften at the sight of her and she slowly stands to her feet. She takes a step toward her, then wraps her arms around her shoulders and pulls her in for a hug.
“I never thought he would come for you,” she whispers just loud enough for us to hear.
“No more,” I grunt.
She lifts her head from Exeter, her weathered gaze finding mine and she presses her lips together before she gives me a curt nod. “Never again. I messed up, for years. It’s done,” she agrees.
Exeter doesn’t know what we talked about when I paid the old woman a visit. But part of what I said was that she no longer has to live in fear, and she never has to give that fuck a dime again. His free ride is over, her being terrorized is over, too.
I’ve already called Robby down at the sheriff’s office and let him know everything I was aware of in the situation. He can’t do anything right now, but since the shit with Rylan and Channing, he’s a little more proactive on things like this now. Especially, since it’s me.
“Now, what can I get you to drink, darlin’?” my dad says, interrupting us.
Exeter’s grandmother takes a step back, wiping the tears from her eyes. Exeter turns to my father, her smile bright and beautiful, hiding the anguish that I know she feels inside.
“I’m Exeter,” she introduces.
“Harlan, darlin’,” he says, extending his hand to shake hers.