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I slide off of her and trap one of legs under mine.

“What are you doing?” she asks, as her fingers graze up and down my back. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m not stopping.” My hand drifts down her stomach, stopping short just below her belly button. I spread my fingers and dip my pinky under the lace of her underwear. Slowly, I tease her by moving my pinky lower and lower.

“Do you still want me to touch you, birdie?” My fingers are waiting and ready to sink into her wet pussy.

“Yes. Please,” she begs her eyes not leaving mine. I’m not sure how much she can see without her glasses on. It’s for the best. I don’t need her to see exactly how much she affects me. I’m sure I look like a mad man with how bad I want her.

Gently I dip a finger inside her tight cunt, stretching her. I graze a finger over her clit and her hips rock against my hand. Her thigh pushes against my dick and I have to bite back a curse. If she keeps it up, I’m going to come before she does.

“I knew you’d be a good girl. So wet for me.” Her little whimpers and moans get louder. I kiss her to keep her quiet. I don’t need Ford or anyone else in the house hearing how hot my little bird sounds when she's fucking my fingers.

“Are you going to come for me?” I add a second finger and continue to pump into her while adding a little bit of pressure to her clit with my thumb. “That’s it, birdie. You look so pretty falling apart for me,” I say as her orgasm crashes over her.

Her hair fans the pillow and her eyes slowly close as she continues her fall into bliss. She bites down on her lip and…fuck. The sight of her and the pressure of her thigh against my cock has me cumming in my underwear and seeing stars. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on.

I kiss her again before I remove my fingers from inside her. I put them in my mouth and suck them clean. Damn she tastes good. “Next time, I’m getting it straight from the tap. I’ll be right back.”

“You don’t want me…” she gestures toward my crotch.

“You already did.” I pop a kiss on her forehead then leave for the bathroom, grabbing a new pair of underwear on my way. I give her a wink over my shoulder. I didn’t think she could see, but her giggles tell me she knows enough.

I’m so fucked.

Wren’s hair tickles my nose. It’s still dark outside, and the sun has yet to start waking up. I’ve been laying here for an hour, savoring the feel of Wren in my arms and her head on my chest. She found her way to me at some point in the middle of the night.

I should have called her out on it but having her warm, almost naked body draped over mine was not something I was willing to give up just to rub it in her face. Her leg is hitched over my thigh and I trace a line with my finger from the hem of her panties to her knee.

I don’t want to leave her but I have to get up or my brothers will start banging on the door; I can already smell the coffee starting to brew. We have a full day of work ahead of us.

With a deep sigh, I push her hair off her face and lightly brush my lips on her forehead before sliding out from underneath her. For a moment, I think she might wake up but she settles easily on my pillow. Her breathing deepens as she inhales my scent I've left behind.

Could it always be this good? I think as I throw on jeans and an old T-shirt. Waking up early every morning with my woman in my arms. Getting to do the work I love with the woman I…

Do not finish that thought.

I glance back at her one last time. The sheets barely cover her ass exposing her bare back and one of her legs stretches out from underneath the covers like it is dying for fresh air.

I don’t know if I’m in love with her yet. I’ve never been in love before. I don’t know what it feels like. I'm willing to bet it feels something like this. But I’ll be damned if she doesn’t make me want to be a better man so she’ll fall in love with me.

19

WREN

Heat blooms in my cheeks thinking about last night. I don’t shy away from the things I want. I go after them full force. Last night I wanted him.

After the orgasm he gave me, I did sleep like a baby. It wasn’t my lack of clothing that made the difference. It was being able to cuddle with Wyatt.

I was sad he was already gone when I woke up this morning. It turns me on to think I got him off last night without even putting my hands on him, but I really want to put my hands on him. I wanted to wake him up this morning the same way he put me to bed last night.

Sadly I woke up clutching a pillow in my arms instead of him.

The house is empty except for Wyatt’s dad relaxing in the living room. I scrounge up some breakfast and make myself at home. That is one thing about being here. It doesn’t feel weird to be left to my own devices. I understand everyone has a job to do. I like that they don’t cater to me as if I’m a guest.

“Wren, is that you in there?” Wyatt’s dad calls out from the living room. “Come in here and keep me company.”

“Good morning,” I greet him when I enter the living room. “Can I get you anything?”

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