He must see my pink cheeks, his lips twitch into a grin as his hands slide up the outsides of my thighs. “If you’re a good girl, mi reina,” he whispers.
My entire body jerks at his words. Licking my lips, I think about the way his mouth feels between my legs. I could stay, I could endure whatever he made me just for that, just for his orgasms. Because I’m convinced he owns them.
“Wilder,” I rasp, almost forgetting the hurt that he has delivered.
“I never loved Della, never felt anything for her except as a friend.”
I shake my head. “I saw the way you looked at her. The way you completely shut down, the way you walked straight to the bar, grabbed Pinkie’s boob and then got shit-faced.”
He jerks his head back slightly, closing his eyes. “Pinkie, that wasn’t anything, Leigh. Trust me. Known her my whole life.”
“And you’ve slept with her.”
He shrugs a shoulder and my anger rises. “Of course, I have. All the women here, excluding Old Ladies I’ve been with, babe. That’s the life.”
I nod my head. I know that, I do. I understand it, I do, but I don’t have to fucking like it. Mountain slides his hands farther up my legs, cupping my belly as he continues to watch me.
“I made you a promise, and I meant it. We will try this,” he grates.
“Unless Della is in the room, and then until you’re tired of me?”
He shakes his head. “Della birthed my fucking son, you have to understand that it’s fucked me up. I gave up my right to be his dad. I walked away from him, from them, so that she can be happy and I’ll never be anything more than his uncle.”
Biting my bottom lip, I reach out, cupping his cheeks with my hands. “My heart hurts for that, Mountain. I have no idea what it feels like.”
“But?”
Inhaling a sharp breath, I let it out slowly. “It isn’t my fault. It isn’t this child’s fault, either. The way you push me away, ignore me, everything. It’s not my fault, Mountain. And I won’t be sloppy seconds. Not after everything I’ve endured in life, not after I am finally free.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his eyes searching mine. They’re dancing and it sparks a bit of hope within me. Maybe, just maybe, this is going to work. I hold my breath, trying not to get those hopes too high.
“You ain’t sloppy nothin’, babe,” he finally says, breaking the silence and the staring contest. He closes his eyes for a moment, then reopens them and gives me a pointed look. “You’re fuckin’ everything.”
He tilts his head to the side, his mouth presses against mine and I moan when his tongue slides inside of me, tasting me—owning me.
MOUNTAIN
Sliding my hand around her belly, I slowly tug her back closer against my front. Sliding my leg between hers, I shift my hand down between her legs. She sighs as I begin to glide my fingers through her folds. Leighton turns her head toward me, her lips grazing the underside of my chin.
Slipping my hand inside of her, I curl my fingers as I apply the pressure of my palm against her clit. She shifts her hips, meeting my finger thrusts. I know she is awake when she lets out a whimper, then lifts her arm and grips the back of my hair with her fingers.
“Wilder,” she sighs.
I pump my fingers harder, grinding my palm against her clit each and every time. She spreads her thighs, hooking her foot around the back of one of my calves. We’re both breathing heavily, and I wish that I could see every square inch of her.
She rolls her hips, meeting my hand over and over, her body trembling beneath me. “Fuck,” I rasp. Shifting my head down, I rest my mouth against the shell of her ear. “Get there, mi reina, come all over me,” I whisper against her ear.
It’s what she needs, the push that she craves to send her over the edge. I feel her pussy clamp down and try to keep my fingers inside of her, but I continue to move them, to curl and pump them over and over while she is consumed with her release.
Her entire body goes limp and only then do I stop. Wrapping my free arm around her tits, I hold her close, my other hand still between her legs as she catches her breath. My cock is hard, my balls aching, but I’m not going to rush this, not when I know that I’m going to have to leave again in an hour.
Slipping my hand from between her legs, I shift and press the head of my cock against her warm center. “Please,” Leighton whispers. “Please, Wilder.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I push completely inside of her.
Instead of moving my hand away completely, I circle her clit with my fingers, wanting to bring her toward a second release. I need her to come again, this time while I’m buried inside of her. I want to feel her squeeze me before I leave.
Continuing to play with that sweet nub of hers, I bury my face at the side of her neck, shifting my hips and being careful not to take her too hard. She’s still pulsing around my cock, her pussy trying to milk me, but I’m not ready yet. I want her there again, I want it all—I want everything from her.
We don’t speak, our bodies moving, and doing all of the talking that needs to happen between us. This isn’t the fast fuck that we had against the wall, or the make-up sex we had in her room. This is different. This is me showing her what she means to me. Which is fucking everything.
She thinks she’s sloppy seconds, she has no fucking idea that she’s the first woman I have ever felt anything for. I like Della, always have, I’ve been obsessed with others, but I’ve never felt anything other than lust for them, and with Leighton, it’s different.
“Mi reina,” I rasp. “Come again for me, Leigh.”
My fingers move faster, my cock keeping with the same even pace, it’s almost excruciating. I want to pound into her, to fuck her so hard that I lose all sense of control. But I can’t do that, she’s pregnant and anyway, that’s not what this is.
This is about me expressing what I can’t say aloud. This is me giving her what she needs, or at least trying. I want to fucking try. Deep down inside of me, I want to fucking try for both of us. I think that we both need this—need each other.
Leighton moans, her pussy flutters against me as her hips start to jerk against my fingers. I growl, clenching my jaw as I fuck her a little harder.
Moving my hips, I thrust up into her, my fingers pinching, rolling and rubbing her clit, my lips pressed against the side of her neck as I breathe through my nose.
She sighs right before she lets out a cry and she comes. Fucking yes. Fucking. Yes. I bury myself deep inside of her, and I fill her with my release on my own groan. We stay there, our panting breaths filling the empty room, my eyes closed as I attempt to catch my breath.
“Mi reina,” I rasp against her neck.
She turns her head slightly to look up at me. “Morning,” she whispers.
“Morning.” I grin, touching my lips to hers before I shift from inside of her.
I don’t roll away, not like I typically would, instead, I gather her in my arms and pull her against my side. “It’s weird,” I begin, but I don’t finish my thought immediately.
With a hum, she looks up and I catch her gorgeous fucking eyes with mine. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through her hair, gently tugging on the ends every so often.