Page 2 of Dead Man's Wish
Bexley Wells
The sun peekedthrough the gauzy curtains, causing the remnants of darkened dreams to fade. But that wasn’t what woke me. A calloused hand with soft pressure worked up my waist as Jaiden nuzzled into my neck and kissed the sensitive flesh beneath my ear. His nose tickled my skin.
“Happy birthday week,” I whispered, refusing to open my eyes and rejecting the sun’s sign of another day passing on this vacation.
“The happiest time,” he mumbled before continuing his affection down the length of my neck. His fingers caught under the hem of my T-shirt as he moved his hand against me.
“You say that every year, Jaiden.” I sighed, feeling the shiver work its way down my spine and into my toes.
“Because I wake up next to you every morning. Only a crazy man, absolutely delusional,” he said, kissing my shoulder next, “would look at all I have and choose to be miserable.”
“All the poetry and the prose with you.”
“The best muse.” I rolled over into his hold, letting his warmth envelope me.
“You know,” I said, shifting the conversation. “I still have to get your birthday present before dinner tonight.” I buried my face into his chest. One arm wrapped underneath me and around my shoulders, and his free hand palmed my ass.
“I have you and we’re in Italy. What more could I possibly need?” I cracked open my eyes finally, taking in his bed hair and carried over tiredness.
His bright eyes were especially green, borderline yellow in the morning sun. The piercings changed over the years, fitting his mood or professional need, but on this vacation, there was a sense of nostalgia as he sported the chain once again. It felt like ages since I’d last seen it, and the desire to trace my finger over the small links was still strong.
“I find joy in getting you things either way,” I said, trailing my hand across his jaw and enjoying the prickle of his slight stubble. Jaiden smiled, a sight reserved for a special few: blushed lips, sharp teeth, andthepiercing. The one piece of jewelry that drove me crazy, and I tried to catch a glimpse of it all the time.
“I find joy in you,” he whispered before hiking my leg over his waist. Soft eyes narrowed, and his sweet smile turned seductive. He leaned in, black waves falling into our space. “I just want you,” he murmured against my lips before taking them in a kiss. His fingers dug into my thigh as he slipped his tongue over mine.
“Yes,” I said on a quick inhale. He was warm pressed against me, and I rolled my hips to encourage him. My hand was small in comparison to his bicep as I held onto him. He angled between my legs and pushed gently. The head of his cock slipped inside, and I felt the first couple of piercings next.
“Gods, you’re so perfect,” he said before pulling me close and tucking me into his shoulder.
“Jaiden.” I bit his chest to fight back the groan building in mine. He was moving, slow and deep, and his breathy praises brushed against my hair. Lost in a feeling that had only gotten stronger over the years, I stayed in his arms and let him drive my body over the edge as many times as he needed.
His hand tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. The space between us grew hot and damp, his chest slick with sweat.
“Mrs. Wells,” he panted as his hips slowed and then stuttered. “My everything.” He didn’t let me pull away, instead rolling onto his back and pulling me atop him. Our chests heaved in sync.
“These are my favorite moments,” I said with a sigh. Taking another breath, I continued, “There’s something special in being wrapped up with you, taking it easy, and feeling it come fast.” I sat up, pushing against his body to support myself. “I love you.”
His eyes roamed over my face, taking in my disheveled hair, sloppy mascara, and lopsided grin. The way he looked at me felt like he was cataloging every detail. Freckles, blemishes, and even scars were scrutinized, but not out of judgment. He wanted to know I was there.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured him.
“I don’t fear for you, my love.” His finger traced my cheek, but before he could continue, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. “She has scary accuracy,” he said, referring to Mari’s ability to interrupt but not actually interfere.
“I told you, it’s gift buying day. She’s used to how you push my time frames.” I shrugged and leaned over the edge of the bed to glimpse the screen.
Marianna: If you don’t let her come down here . . .
I laughed and climbed out of bed. “She threatening me again?” he mused, playfulness filling his voice. There was a game of irritation those two played with each other—a real found-family brother and sister pair.
“I wouldn’t say that much. She didn’t explainwhatthe consequences would be, just implied there’d be some.” I grabbed my underwear and a soft romper. Dipping into the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and shimmied into my fresh clothes.
I popped the toothbrush into my mouth and brushed my teeth while I fussed with my hair, pinning it back from my face. After rinsing, I freshened up my makeup. It was . . . good enough. Jaiden loved me in a potato sack, and being in Italy meant others’ opinions stayed a world away.
Darting out, I scooped up my shoes and found myself face to face with Jaiden’s dick when I looked up. Granted, he had draped the bedsheet around his waist while I was getting ready. Standing upright, I tore my gaze away and shot him a quizzical look.
“You’re in such a rush to get away from me, Little Swallow.”
“No, no,” I corrected. He knew calling methatwould get him anything he asked for. “You stop that, Mr. Wells.” I put my finger on his chest.
