Page 61 of Welcome to Blackbird Hollow
“Muchmore than alright,” I tease with a laugh, looking up at him. “You’re such a damn gentleman.” I can’t believe he’s real. I can’t believe that in this shit world, Wyatt Hayes evenexists, let alone wants me—wants me this bad, his eyes glittering with desire, mouth swollen from my kiss.
“Oh, Blythe,” he breathes as he plants both hands on either side of my head. He moves in and out of me slowly, the muscles on his abdomen rippling. Pleasure and pressure mount low in my belly. “I’m not always such a gentleman.” He pauses, considering me with what might be adoration in his eyes. “You make me into a wild thing.”
I grin at him. “Show me, Hayes.”
With a velvety groan that makes my head spin, Wyatt does exactly that. He drives into me hard—hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. I barely hear it, so utterly lost in him. My entire world is little more than the feeling of his warm, tan skin against mine, the taste of him in my mouth, the thick, hard length of him inside me.
I should go slower, I know—it’s been a long time. But I don’t care. I want him like this, half-feral, both of us a bit mad with desire. I want to know I’m not the only one who’s been delirious and distracted by thoughts of finding myself in bed with him.
“Been thinking about this for so long,” Wyatt admits, like he’s read my mind, panting against my jaw as he drives into me again and again. I realize distantly that I can barely hear him over the sound of my own moans, high and breathless, barely sounding like myself. “I dreamed about being deep inside you, that smart little mouth saying my name over and over.”
Pleasure gathers in me like a stormfront, electricity crackling. I wrap my fingers around one of his wrists and try to pull his hand back between my legs. He laughs and rolls us over, putting me on top. I spread my legs wide to take him all the way inside me, drawing a deep breath. He grips my hips hard, fingers pressing into my skin—and, fuck, I love it. I try to memorize it: Wyatt Hayes beneath me, his mouth parted in a breathy moan, his chest rising in a short, hard breath.
I push my hair off my shoulders, my skin growing damp, and roll my hips, beginning to ride him. I start off gentle, trying to get my bearings, a little embarrassed by my lack of muscle memory. But then he meets my gaze.
“Thought we weren’t goin’ slow, love,” he murmurs. “Ride me hard, Blythe.”
It’s impossible not to give this man what he wants—especially because he rarely asks for anything at all. I wish he’d ask me for everything he’s ever desired, because I would do mygoddamn best to make sure every single thing came true. But for now, I just grin, rolling my hips harder against him. A wave of pleasure sweeps through me, and I greedily fuck him harder, my breasts bouncing, drawing the most wonderful sounds from his mouth.
Wyatt slides his hands from my hips to my breasts, playing with my nipples until I cry out, the tension in my core almost too much to bear. “You take my cock so well,” he groans, driving his hips up into mine.
“Wyatt,” I pant, pulling one of his hands to my core. He obliges, pinching my nipple as he works his fingers against my clit. It’s all a perfect symphony of pleasure, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. “I think you might’ve been made just for me.”
“I think so, too,” he replies, returning his hands to my hips, where he grips me so hard, I cry out. “Now, are you gonna come for me, Alice? Shatter for me?”
“Yes,” I whimper, grinding against him, pulling a breathless groan from his mouth. “God, I love how you feel inside of me.”
Wyatt grins, a tumble of dark hair falling across his forehead. “Show me how good it feels,” he commands, his voice gone low and rough. “Come all over my cock, sweet girl.”
His words send me tumbling over the edge, and I cry out, his name dripping like honey from my tongue, my body gone boneless and trembling as I crest the towering wave of pleasure. My vision goes near-black, and then I find myself lying on Wyatt, our chests pressed together, his arms wrapped around me. We’re both breathing hard, a slick sheen of sweat coating our skin.
“Best damn day of my life, Blythe,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. But I can feel that he’s still rock-hard inside me, so I push to sit up, my brow furrowed.
“Not yet,” I tell him with a grin. “Tell me what you want. You pulled me all the way in. Now tell me what I gotta do to pullyouall the way in.”
He pushes a damp wave of hair away from my forehead. “I think I’m already there,” he murmurs. “Think I’ve been there for a while.”
I raise a brow at him, sitting back to ride him again—slower this time, pulling myself all the way up before sliding back down. He lets out a hoarse, husky sound, his fingers clutching my hips. I grin with triumph.
“Tell me, Hayes,” I say, riding him harder now, watching his attention stray as my breasts bounce.
This time, he doesn’t hesitate, rolling me back over with a ferocity that makes me weak. He gathers me up in his arms, pulling my legs tightly around his hips. “I’m gonna bury myself inside you, Alice,” he whispers against my neck.
“You better,” I reply, nipping at his ear. He groans in response, tangling his hands in my hair, and then fucks me so hard that if he had neighbors, they’d absolutely hear me screaming his name like I’m in a goddamn porno.
“Fuck, Alice,” he rasps, his head tilted back in pure ecstasy, the golden lamplight tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Gods, you feel so good.”
“How long?” I manage to gasp. “How long have you been imagining this?”
He pauses, leaning down on his elbows to capture my mouth in a long, lingering kiss, his hips moving slower now. “Since you walked into the Stardust office. Since day one and every moment since.”
It’s more than pleasure rekindling itself in my body now. It’s the feeling that I could grow old with him. No, we don’t know what the future holds—but right now, tangled up in Wyatt’s sheets, his mouth on mine, I know with a fierceness that if weboth continue wanting each other, nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.
“Fill me up, then,” I tell him, biting down on his lower lip until he rolls his hips harder into mine. “Show me everything you’ve been saving for me.”
With a near-feral sound that sends anticipation shivering through my body, Wyatt sits back up, his hands gripping my waist. “Lift those lovely hips for me,” he growls, sliding his palms to the crooks of my knees as I obey his command. My back arches as he increases his pace, and I reach for him, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as he fucks me as hard as I’ve been wishing he would.
“Alice,” he cries out, so much feeling in the two scant syllables of my name. I feel his cock pulse inside me, pushing deliciously against my throbbing walls. I savor every second—his parted mouth, eyes locked on mine, filled with something that I know could be love, one day, if it’s what we both want.
