Page 103 of Smitten with the Single Dad

Her quadriceps were getting a burning workout, and her pussy was incredibly happy. So she did it again. Lifted up until just the tip remained, swirled around, squeezed her muscles, and dropped so slowly her thighs began to tremble.

With another growl, Wyatt broke the kiss, gripped her by the hips, and pulled her down onto his lap. “You play …” he gritted out.

Their gazes locked in the mirror again, and what stared back at her was pure animal in rut. He wasn’t going to last much longer—and neither was she. This play, this passion, and the fact that she could see and feel him disappearing into her, that she could see where they were connected, just galvanized the intensity of it all.

Wyatt had her heart now, so it wasn’t just sex for her. It was so much more.

Even if he didn’t feel the same way, she knew she’d never be the same now that she’d met and fallen in love with Wyatt McEvoy. The man was good. He was kind. He was pure passion and all soul.

She was a better person for knowing him. A better person for loving him.

“You do that one more time, little witch, and I’m going to fill you up,” he rumbled.

Her eyes went wide. Oh, this man was really, really good at the dirty talk.

Who knew she had a closet kink for being called a witch? But she did. She liked it.

Biting her bottom lip, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, locked eyes with him, and stood up until only the tip of him remained. “Rub my clit,” she whispered.

A wolfish smile curled his mouth, and he did as he was told.

Heat flooded her veins, and the need to come again increased tenfold inside her belly. She swirled her pussy lips around the tip of his cock for the last time. Because they both knew that when she finally sunk down, they were both going to lose it.

“Now,” he said, his voice low, dark, and dripping sex.

Their gazes remained locked as she squeezed her muscles tighter than ever and watched him and his cock disappear inside her. When she bottomed out, Wyatt threw his head back. His fingers paused on her clit and his cock began to pulse inside of her. It was that pulsing against her walls, and the throbbing of his fingertips on her clit that pitched her over the edge one more time.

She pinched her eyes shut, leaned back against his shoulder, and gave herselfover to the pleasure. To Wyatt and the way he made her feel. Protected. Cared for. And not alone.

Even though their life together was temporary, she planned to make the most of every moment. Because someone out there wanted her dead. So while she still lived, she was going to live life to the fullest, and that meant loving Wyatt to the fullest too.

Because her heart hadn’t really given her any other option.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Even though Jake managed to fall back to sleep, Wyatt and Vica were up for the day.

Vica planned to head to the kitchen as soon as either Dom, Clint, or Benett set off for work, but Wyatt had other plans. Not only did he have a chiropractor appointment with Wolfe, but he planned to stop by the grocery store. Maybe if Shelley saw his face, she’d come clean.

He still wasn’t cleared by Justine or Grayson to return to work—which was killing him—but he knew it was for the better. The last thing he needed was to overdo it and set himself back in recovery even further.

“Dom has the kids for the morning, but I should be back by about eleven,” he said to Vica as they sat outside on his patio in the Adirondack chairs sipping coffee in the early morning.

She nodded. “I have a meeting with Gabrielle at ten. She is coming to the restaurant though. She says she’s managed to track two other women who Track attacked and Wyndham paid off. They might be willing to speak on my behalf, but they are scared.”

“Scared of what?” he probed.

She lifted her brows. “Uh … I’ve had someone try to kill me at least three times. So I’m sure they were bullied into taking the hush money by the same form of coercion.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Good point.” His lips twisted in thought. “Maybe if we can offer them some kind of guaranteed protection?”

“Do we have the means to do that? Do you know anybody? What would that look like?”

All good questions and none of which he had the answers to. Stroking his chin, he stared blankly ahead, summoning a solution, but it never came.

A knock at the sliding glass down which was partially open pulled their attention. It was Clint and a very tall, very broad man with dark-red hair.

Wyatt was on his feet immediately.

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