Page 18 of Wrong Number, Right Cougar

“Yours.” He might not have known about shifters, but there was an honesty in his eyes telling me that he meant it just as strongly as I had.

In and out I thrust, and he met me movement for movement, each time harder and faster than the one before until I could no longer hold back, my cum shooting into him as my beast growled in my chest and I cried out, “Mine.”

Thorn’s cum shot between us, and after my knot filled and I collapsed on his chest, it coated both of us. That had no right to be as sexy as it was, but I was thrilled that we were bound together for a while and I wouldn’t be able to wash it off just yet.

After I caught my breath, I rolled so that he was on top of me and pulled the covers over the both of us.

I’d already known that he had to go tonight. He had some big meeting in the morning, and after seeing my grandmother, I wanted to visit her resting area—although I called it a family commitment. He didn’t need to be brought down by my mourning after the night we’d had. But for as long as we were knotted together, I was going to live in my happy little dream world where he was going to fall asleep in my arms and wake up there in the morning… every day.

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THORN

We hadn’t spent the night together because I had a scheduled call with a colleague and Wilder had a family commitment. Why did I think he had no living family? Again, it was an assumption I’d made, something I’d been doing a lot of and getting it wrong.

I couldn’t sleep after the call, going over what had happened from the moment I kissed him to when we fell into his bed and him entering me. My hole ached from his cock pounding me, the good kind of ache. I examined my body, expecting it to be different, but there was nothing unusual.

But I was different. It had only been a few days since we met, and yesterday I was in lust with Wilder, but now, I was moving closer to being in love with him.

What? That wasn’t part of the plan. But neither was inheriting a rundown lodge and working to bring it back to its former glory.

I gave up on sleep before dawn, and after showering, headed to the diner. Saul was just opening the doors when I arrived.

He studied my face. “I’m going to take a guess that this is a three-coffee morning.”

“You’re right.”

I pondered whether to take pastries for me and Wilder. Was that what one did after an intense fucking session? But Saul solved my predicament by saying the freshly baked muffins were Wilder’s favorite.

Of course the whole town was aware Wilder and I were working together, but Saul's smirk suggested he suspected there was more. Oh gods, what if everyone was on the town message board Noah talked about, gossiping about whether Wilder and I had slept together?

Yikes and double yikes!

As I stuffed bacon and eggs in my mouth, I spied Wilder’s truck driving past, and I froze. Why, I didn’t know. Last night had surpassed my expectations, but perhaps he considered it a one-night stand. Part of me wanted him to stop, come in, and take me in his arms so Saul could telegraph what happened to the rest of the town’s residents.

But I also hoped he’d keep on driving because when we next met, he might say that last night was a mistake.

I dawdled in the diner, draining my coffee cup and checking messages until I had no reason to stay. Driving to the lodge, my belly twisted and turned, and I grimaced at the pain.

I would survive if Wilder didn’t return my feelings, because I’d broken up with guys before. But this was different, and my heart would take ages to be put back together.

When I got out of the car, a hammering in the farthest cabin told me where Wilder was. Each step took me closer to my destiny, and I glanced back at the car, thinking I could run and never come back. Maybe not knowing was better than knowing.

But I plodded on, and he stopped what he was doing when I appeared in the doorway. My poor belly was curled in a knot and a bow, but Wilder’s smile eased the cramping, and I returned his grin.

“Hi,” I said softly.

“I missed you last night.”

Oh. Wow! He went there with no prodding or outburst from me. I fell into his arms and we hugged. I wanted to stay like that, listening to his heart thudding.

“We need to take a break.”

“Okay.” I hadn’t started, but if we were going to kiss and cuddle and perhaps fondle as well, I’d be up for that. My dick was already stiffening.

“We need to go into the house.”

Oh, he did want to fuck. Okay. Early-morning delight was on the menu.

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