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My awareness sharpened, and I heard the breeze rustling in the trees again as I realized Wyatt had just fucked me with his fingers against my car just outside my house. I never lost control like this. Never. It belatedly occurred to me that I should be grateful his truck shielded us from the view from my father’s house.

I distantly heard the sound of tires on gravel and realized my brother must’ve just turned into the driveway. I took an unsteady breath.

“We need to go in,” I whispered.

Wyatt grabbed my things off his truck as I stepped away from my car. He reached for my hand, I heard my breath still coming in ragged gasps and the distant sound of an owl calling, followed by another. I was hot, through and through, and savored the cool night air on my cheeks.

Chapter Thirteen

Wyatt

It was a miracle I could even walk. My knees were shaky, and my entire body felt drawn tight with arousal. My swollen cock pressed painfully against my zipper.

Holding tight to Rosie’s hand, I walked with her to her door. My need was pounding through me in a rolling beat that kept racing faster and faster. My mind was hazed, and I clung to strands of control threatening to break.

All I could think was, Rosie. More.

We stumbled inside, and I dropped her backpack and purse on the floor. I’d barely gotten the door closed behind me when she turned. Her eyes were dark, her hair falling loose from its lopsided ponytail. For the first time since I’d arrived, I took her in. Everything before this had been pure sensation.

She wore a pair of green scrubs with a jacket hanging half open. She didn’t have a lick of makeup on. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes a deep green. It felt like staring into a forest.

I wasn’t really thinking when her palm landed on my chest, and she pushed me back against the door. Knocked off balance, I stumbled slightly before my shoulders collided with the door.

I opened my mouth to say something just as she said, “Your turn.”

The sly, teasing glint in her eyes sent a shot of blood to my aching cock. Her palm slid down my chest and over my abs. I distantly heard her keys falling to the floor, followed by a thump, which had to be her purse. Next thing I knew, her hands made quick work of the button, and zipper on my jeans. She moved boldly as her hand slid straight into my boxer briefs and curled around my length. She stroked me once, her eyes on mine. She bit her bottom lip, her lips curling into a small smile. I felt her thumb slide across my cock, swiping the come that was already rolling out.

I sucked in a deep breath, nearly desperate for air. “Rosie —” I bit out.

“Anything you want.” She shoved my jeans down a little bit around my hips, still holding my cock as she freed it. “After I do this,” she added as she leaned over and licked the tip of my cock, making a satisfied little hum in her throat.

My palm slapped against the door. Whatever I meant to say next became indecipherable with the low, ragged groan I let out. My head thumped against the door behind me when she sucked me into her mouth. My attention narrowed to the sensation of her teasing tongue gliding along the underside of my cock, the suction when she drew me deeply in her mouth, and the sound of the pop when she released me before sucking me in again.

“Fuck,” I growled as I laced my fingers in her hair and held on while she proceeded to drive me closer and closer to the edge.

When I said her name, I was distantly shocked at my pleading. I didn’t usually beg. But right now, I needed her to topple me over the edge. I needed the sweet relief.

She made that little humming sound in her throat in response as she sucked me in deep. That was enough. My climax rushed through me in a piercing jolt. I cried out, my release spurting into her mouth.

I was grateful for the door behind me. Without it, I doubted I would still be standing. Rosie slowly rocked back on her heels. After the force of my climax, the way she tucked me back in and buttoned my jeans gently was a stark contrast.

By the time I had gathered myself enough to think, she had stood and was leaning over to fetch her keys and purse off the floor before setting them on a small table beside her door.

She looked over at me. I already knew I loved her, but at that moment, it felt as if the emotions and intimacy between us were a living, breathing force. She lifted her chin a little. I felt like it was a small gift, but she didn’t break eye contact. I could feel her vulnerability rippling just under the surface. She was so strong on the outside. Yet I knew the core that lay underneath was all the stronger for her vulnerability. It was that vulnerability I wanted to protect, to cradle close, and to cherish.

A growling stomach—not mine—snapped through the moment. Rosie rolled her eyes. “I’m starving. I usually forget to eat at work.”

“I bet you do,” I said softly.

She stepped back, a small smile teasing the corners of her lips. “You don’t need to tell me that I should make sure to eat at work. I know I should.”

“I wouldn’t dream of pointing that out.” My tone was dry.

“Are you hungry?” she tossed that question over her shoulder when she turned and began walking from the small living room area toward the kitchen.

My gaze circled about her place. I’d been in here before, but I hadn’t taken the time to look around. I knew her father had rented this place out for many years. This small place was just about perfect for one or two people. Although it was dark outside now, I knew the living room windows were oriented to face toward the harbor. There was an efficiency propane stove in the corner with a comfortable-looking couch and an ottoman facing the television mounted on the wall.

The kitchen to the other side was small and cute with an arched window and a small built-in dining booth tucked into the corner. Opposite the kitchen were three doors, one which I knew led to Rosie’s bedroom and bathroom. A small half-bathroom was off the living room and what I presumed was another bedroom to the side.

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