Page 1008 of One More Kiss

Epilogue

Kate

Two years flewby in the blink of an eye.

Life had certainly changed for me. Wyatt and I had taken things slow. We got to know each other and it turned out he was a pretty great guy. We’d waited six months to finally seal our bond, but by then we not only knew it was right for us, but we could hardly wait another second.

I was head over heels in love with my mate.

Being dumb with Wyatt was the best decision I’d ever made.

Knowing I wasn’t moving back to Longhorn, my parents started dating again, and eventually reconnected. It was weird and I struggled to be around them still in the few times they’d visited us. It wasn’t because they were fighting, but because they now took things to the far opposite extreme and couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

I liked to hope that just maybe rough patches happened, but true mates would always find their way back to one another. Maybe I was being naïve about it, but when you have someone in your life that makes you deliriously happy, it was hard to think negatively about love and true mates.

I needed to believe Wyatt and I would make it.

The front door opened, and Wyatt walked inside looking a bit disheveled.

“You’re home early,” I said greeting him with a kiss.

“Keep kissing me like that and we’re going to be late.”

“Late where?” I asked kissing him along his jaw and down his neck to nudge his shirt aside and suck on the bond marked I’d left on him more than a year ago. I knew it still drove him wild.

“Screw it,” he said practically ripping my clothes from my body.

“Not these jeans,” I squealed. “They’re my favorite.”

He started removing his own clothes and tossing them onto the floor.

“Then you better get your sexy ass out of them right now. We don’t have long.”

I laughed. “We have all night, there’s nothing on the calendar,” I argued.

“We have plans,” he insisted. “But first, I need to be inside of you right now.”

I shimmied out of my jeans and squealed again as he lifted me up into his strong arms. My legs wrapped around his waist. I knew every inch of his body as well as my own, still I let my hands roam across the hard planes of his chest.

“You’re not listening,” he said. “No time for foreplay so hold on tight, baby.”

He pressed my back against the wall and was inside me with one smooth stroke. He froze and shivered, allowing my body time to adjust to him.

He leaned down and sucked one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and lovingly stroked and teased.

I couldn’t just sit still though as I thrust my hips pulling him in deeper.

He groaned and let go of my breast with a pop.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said as he started to move in a steady rhythm that quickly had my head spinning.

“Mm-hmm,” I managed even though my head was already started to spin.

I arched my back and pressed my shoulders into the wall to change my position just enough to ensure he was hitting exactly the right spot.

“Yes!” I cried out.

My climax was building quickly, and I prayed he was right there with me. From the feel of his swell, I thought he was. His thrusts became more sporadic, and a sheen of sweat broke out across his skin as he came hard, triggering my orgasm too.

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