Page 70 of Nine Month Contract
Her voice is soft when she asks, “Have you slept with anyone since we were tested?”
My brows furrow. Has my brain stopped thinking of this woman long enough for me to even notice another woman? Fuck no. The answer is fuck no.
“No,” I state firmly, my arms tightening around her as I ask a question I am terrified of the answer to. “You?”
Her belly tightens beneath me as she laughs. “Just my vibrator.”
I growl again and grind my cock against her rear, pulling her dress up so she can feel my skin on her ass. “Lucky vibrator.”
With my cock thrusting down between her ass cheeks, I skate my hand around to her front, teasing her clit, which is still wet from my tongue. When I thrust a finger into her, I groan at her tight wetness. I’ve never had a woman this wet before. God, I want to cry at the thought of it. So much I’ve been missing. “What do you want, Lucky? It’s your call. No shame in saying no.”
When I push a second finger inside her, she buckles over, her hands splaying out on the panel of the stall, nails biting into the chipped wood. She rocks back into my hand, her greedy pussy eating me up, begging for more. When she flips her hair and looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes are burning with need, cheeks red, lips parted as she cries, “Come in me, Wyatt. Give it to me bare. I want to feel you dripping out of me just like I did in your bed.”
My thin line of control snaps at that visual that I’ve been fantasizing about since the second I smelled her scent in my sheets weeks ago. And the unhinged response I have to her words is a fucking blur.
It’s me shoving her dress up above her waist. It’s me gripping her hips as she braces herself on the giant empty feeder. It’s me using one hand to guide myself into her wet heat. It’s me careening like a fucking moose during mating season. It’s me realizing I’ve never gone bare inside a woman before, and it’s going to fucking suck when I promise myself to never do it with anyone else. It’s me groaning as I watch her ass bounce against my groin as I rock into her over and fucking over again. It’s me accidentally making eye contact with fucking Handsome and his stupid paralyzed tongue and still not losing an ounce of my erection. It’s me feeling slick with sweat as I grind deeper into her tightchannel. It’s me making a core memory of Trista screaming my name in the quiet of the barn as she comes harder than she did on my face.
And it’s me exploding inside her like a fucking cannon, pulling my cock out to watch it seep out before I thrust back in so she doesn’t lose a drop.
“All for you,” I rumble, blanketing my body over hers and shuddering against the quiver of her sex gripping me. “All for you.”
WeeksPregnant:14
AnimalsontheMountain:4
The sound of tires on gravel stirs me awake, and I flex my arms above my head as I squint against the daylight pouring in through the windows. A delectable ache radiates between my legs as I squeeze my thighs together. I don’t remember feeling sore down there…like…ever. None of the men I’ve slept with in the past have ever been big enough to cause a physical reaction in my body the next day. But Wyatt Fletcher?
Ouch.
The smile that teases my lips over that realization makes me kick my legs like a silly girl. People are referring to this when they talk about a good kind of pain. I could get used to this kind of pain.
I crawl out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, doing my best not to walk funny as I recall the pressure of Wyatt thrusting into me last night. I brace my hands on the bathroom sink as the memory of him ratchets through me like a spark of electricity. God, last night was crazy. It was otherworldly. It was one of those out-of-body experiences that I would think was a dream if I didn’t have the lasting physical effects on my body.
I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I can see the proof there too. My brown hair is a wild mess of frizz, and the makeupI wore to the party is smudged with mascara flecks all over my cheeks. Faded red lipstick is smeared around my lips, and I swear I have faint signs of a whisker burn down the side of my neck.
But above it all, there’s also a glow about me that I have never noticed before. Is this a pregnancy glow or an “I just had amazing sex” glow? Either way, if I could turn this into a cream and bottle it up, I’d be rich. I’d call the magical elixirRode Hard and Put Away Wet.
I strip and step into the shower, and as hot water cascades over my shoulders, a flash of how wet I was last night hits me as well. The look of his face with my arousal all over it. Ugh! Fucking hot and horrifying in the most hilarious way. It helped his massive dick slide right in without much preamble, that’s for sure. My giggle echoes off the glass shower door as I try to recall if I’ve ever lost control with a man so much that I just drenched his face?
“What’s so funny?” Wyatt’s deep voice echoes, causing me to shriek and turn my back to the glass door.
“What the hell, Wyatt?” I bellow, my voice loud and obnoxious as this crazy mountain man just ripped me out of some serious reminiscing.
His large frame comes into focus through the foggy glass as he steps into my bathroom. “What’s the matter?” he asks like it’s totally normal for him to just come traipsing in.
“What are you doing in here?” I grab a loofah and attempt to cover my butt, which is certainly fully visible to him right now because the loofah is no match for the globes of my ass.
“Breakfast, obviously,” he answers nonchalantly, and I have to squint over my shoulder to see that he’s just pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Why are you taking your clothes off?” I turn around and wipe the glass to confirm that this crazy mountain man is now unbuckling his jeans.
“I’m coming in,” he says as he pulls open the shower door, and I stupidly bounce my loofah from my groin to my breast and back to my groin, unsure which part of me I want to cover.
“No, you’re not.” I toss the only weapon I have at him.
He frowns and grips the sudsy pink object against his hairy pectoral. His eyes drift down my body and flare in appreciation. “Try to stop me.”
“Wyatt!” I squeal and cover my breasts with one arm and my privates with another.
