Page 214 of Ride the Sky

“Very wise.” I loop my arms around his neck and crush my mouth to his. Wyatt groans, banding his arms around my waist and melting into me.

“Baby,” he rasps against my ear. My cheeks flush as he nips at my throat. “My beautiful, girl. My fucking beautiful girl.”

“We’re alone,” I whimper, aching for him. “For once.”

“Fucking finally,” he growls, picking me up so fast I yelp.

Ever since our kidnapping, our siblings have been a full-throttle force. Everyone’s still rattled. Too rattled to restrain themselves from checking in every hour of every day. With food. Or flowers. Or instructions to take it easy. Well-meaning, but after a week of keeping my distance from Wyatt, no more.

We’re a mess of frantic hands and fevered kisses. My hands shift across his broad chest as our mouths fuse and we strip each other bare.

“I need you,” I gasp, dropping my hand to his cock of steel.

“Fuck,” he moans as I stroke. “You have me, Fallon. Always.”

He kisses me, slow, diving deep into my mouth. I dig my nails into the meat of his shoulders. I need this physical connection. Need him like I need air. The way this man has me in shambles. I feel feral every time I’m away from him.

I love him in a way I don’t think I can ever name. I would have died for him. Over and over again. Soul desperate and feral.

“Need you,” he rasps hoarsely. “Need you so goddamn much, baby.” Big hand on the nape of my neck, Wyatt guides me to the dresser. Bends me over.

I cry out as he buries himself to the root, falling forward on top of me.

We fuck like animals. Hard. In heat. Horny as fuck. Skin slapping skin, Wyatt whispers in my ear, “I love you, Fallon. I fucking love you, Trouble.”

I gasp at the tightening in my core. “I love you.”

His hands cup my breasts, tugging at my nipple, as he sinks deeper and thrusts. Pressure builds between us, until every muscle in our bodies is shaking.

Wyatt roars his release.

I scream his name, shattering around him.

We come together, pulse after pulse. Wyatt drapes his front over my back, burying his face in my neck and whispering my name. His heart pounds against mine.

Slowly, we unpeel from each other, a sweaty tangle of limbs and ragged breaths. We dress quickly, and I try to focus on what I had planned to do before getting caught up in my husband’s kiss.

“I’m going for a ride.” I arch a brow. “You game?”

He frowns, unhappy, and I smother a smirk. If Wyatt ever lets me out of his sight again, it’ll be a miracle.

Then he sighs, tugs on his jeans. “Can’t. Gotta head to the ranch and help out my brothers.” He sighs. “We’re haulin’ some shit up to Bozeman.”

I rest a hand on his arm. “Do you feel up for that?”

He nods. “Gotta move on, right? Back to life?”

“You’re right.” I squeeze his hand. Ever since our attack, we’ve been busy making plans. Life’s too short, and we’re not waiting. For anything.

He tucks me into his arms. “You go ride, baby, but—”

I smooth his bunched brow. “Don’t worry, ninety miles an hour or bust.”

He rolls his eyes. Kisses my forehead. “Be safe.”

I soften. For him, anything. “I will. Promise.”

I kiss him one last time then pull on my favorite brown boots before disappearing out of the house.

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