Page 8 of Rugged Guardian

Without hesitation, we move inside. Angelica giggles as she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Once there, we quickly shed our clothes and fall into bed.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I admire, running my hands over her soft curves.

She reaches between us, and I jerk as she strokes my cock. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long.

“Please,” she whispers, pressing her body against mine.

My hands trail down her body and between her thighs, finding her already wet for me. She gasps as I slowly circle her clit, her eyes heavy with desire. She spreads her legs for me, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I run the tip of my throbbing cock through her juices and push inside her. She whimpers and throws her head back, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sensation of her tight heat is better than I remember. No words can describe the sheer pleasure coursing through me as I plunge deep inside her. She urges me on, her tight walls clenching around my cock.

“Oh God, Waylon,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I set a slow pace, wanting to savor this moment as long as possible. Our bodies quickly find the same rhythm, and we move together like we haven’t been apart for twenty years. I press my forehead against hers, our breaths coming in shuddering exhalations.

Angelica’s hands roam over my back, tracing the outline of my muscles. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer as her lips find mine in a heated kiss.

“Angelica,” I gasp, tearing my mouth from hers to press a trail of kisses down her neck.

I nip gently at her collarbone, relishing her moan as she tugs at my hair and guides me back to her lips.

Urgency takes over as we cling desperately to each other. Our bodies move faster and faster, every thrust driving us further into ecstasy.

Angelica tightens around me and cries out, sucking me deeper into her delicious heat. I follow her lead, slamming into her with a force that makes the bed creak and the cabin walls shake.

Her body quakes beneath mine, and she holds me tighter. Her gasps become high-pitched moans, intensifying with every push and pull of our bodies.

I press my lips to hers again, swallowing her cries as her body tightens around me once more. With a few more strokes, I push her over the edge. Her quaking body clutches at mine, and I follow her into bliss, spilling inside her.

Breathless, we lie in each other’s arms, our bodies intertwined. Angelica rests her head on my chest, tracing lazy patterns on my skin with her fingertips. I inhale the scent of her hair as the certainty that I’m in love with her settles over me.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispers, hugging me close.

I lean in to kiss her slowly and deeply. “Of course.”

Angelica is a fucking dream. I can’t believe I was so lucky to have her walk back into my life.

Nothing on this earth will convince me to let her go again.

CHAPTER 5

ANGELICA

Iwake up in Waylon’s arms, his warmth surrounding me. It feels surreal, like we’ve stepped back in time to when everything was simpler, when we were young and in love without a care in the world. I smile and snuggle closer, wishing this moment could last forever.

He stirs, his eyes slowly opening, and a sleepy smile spreads across his face. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep.

“Good morning,” I reply, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” he says, tightening his hold on me. “You?”

“Same here,” I admit.

We lounge in bed, holding each other, and it’s the most peaceful I’ve felt in a long time. The sense of rightness and comfort is profound, and I regret that neither of us reached out to the other sooner. How much of this have we missed?

“Let’s make breakfast,” Waylon says eventually, shifting so he can look into my eyes. “I’m starving.”

We reluctantly untangle ourselves and get out of bed. Waylon pulls on his jeans but not his shirt, and I bite my lip as I watch him head to the kitchen. His stomach is curved, but he’s still incredibly muscular. Watching him move makes me want to grab him and drag him back to bed, but as my stomach rumbles, I know I’ll have to wait until after breakfast. I hope he doesn’t have any plans for today.

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