Page 91 of Smitten with the Single Dad

She shook her head. “No. My parents and brothers would never forgive me for letting the bully win. That is not the Vitale way.”

“It’s not the McEvoy way either.” He stepped forward and laced their fingers together again as they stood side by side looking out over all the land they hoped to one day possess, and the beautiful sea beyond it. “You are a McEvoy though. Even if just temporarily.”

Well, that was like vinegar in a fresh wound. She’d become so used to living with Wyatt and the boys and being part of the family that she almost forgot thatit wasn’t a permanent thing. And the fact that Wyatt still saw their marriage, and everything else, as a means to an end hurt her more than she ever imagined.

“Where’d you go?” he asked, squeezing her hand.

She shivered, pretending she was cold. “We should head back now.”

Wyatt nodded and together they trudged through the tall grass back to the trail. She was grateful to him leading the way because she couldn’t find the trailhead if she tried. The woods they had to traipse through was dark now, and shadows played with her eyes and mind even more than before. More than once, she was convinced she saw someone dangerous lurking behind a tree or a stump. It wasn’t until they reemerged beside Jagger’s house that she exhaled.

They were just reaching Wyatt’s front door when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, grunted, then stowed it back in his jeans.

Once they were inside, they thanked Bennett and bid him goodnight. Then Wyatt boxed her in against the front door. “Promise me you’ll stay. That you will tell Gabrielle to stop looking for somewhere else for you to go.”

Gazing into his eyes, it was nearly impossible to deny the man anything. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded. “Okay.”

“I promised to protect you, Vica, and I always keep my promises. You’ll keep yours too?”

She nodded again. “Yeah, I will.”

“Good.” His eyelids dropped to half-mast and her smile curled up roguishly on one side making her belly flutter and her pussy throb. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Wyatt, we …”

“Haven’t had sex since our wedding night.” Then his gaze turned cautious. “Unless you’re having second thoughts and don’t want us to do that anymore.”

“No.” She shook her head a little too enthusiastically, and her cheeks and chest grew warm. “That’s not it. I just … I don’t want to hurt you.”

His sexy, playful smile was back. “Let me worry about that. Join me in bed, Vica … please.”

He took her hand, and she allowed him to lead her upstairs and down thehall to his bedroom. It’d been a while since she’d been in here. She was using the boys’ bathroom and sleeping on the couch since Wyatt’s injury. Not that she minded. She did miss his comfortable mattress, sheets, and pillows though.

“I’m itchy from the grass. Are you itchy from the grass?”

She was a little itchy.

“Let’s have a shower,” he encouraged. “Or better yet, a bath.” Then he walked into the en suite bathroom and turned on the tap for the enormous, freestanding, soaker tub that sat in front of the picture window. Only lights on buoys and far off boats could be seen now that it was dark out.

She’d always loved having a nice, hot bath, and even though she’d showered after working in the kitchen all day, she wasn’t opposed to sharing a bath with Wyatt.

It took a while for the tub to fill up, but once it did, they undressed in front of each other, and she watched as his cock thickened and stiffened the more clothes she removed. If there was any greater compliment, she couldn’t think of it.

He held out a hand for her and she stepped over the side and down into the almost-too-hot water, submerging her body to just below her neck. He’d even added citrus-scented bubble bath or something because all she could see was bubbles.

Wyatt was careful climbing into the tub, but the sound he made once he was finally all the way in made her pussy throb and her nipples pebble. He almost immediately found her foot and began to massage it.

“Oh,dio,” she murmured, closing her eyes and leaning back. He spent at least five minutes on that foot before picking up the other one and delivering the same attention to it as the first.

Vica was close to orgasm and sleep. Her body and brain couldn’t decide which one it wanted more.

Then, of course, when she relaxed too much, she got into her head and started to think about how Wyatt kept referring to this as temporary. Yes, it was. It all was. She had plans to move to a new engineering firm—if one wouldhave her after this. And his life was here. He had a big, crazy family and Vica had … nothing. They were from completely different worlds. He also made no mention or indication that he wanted this to be more. He’d already done more for her than she’d ever imagined, to ask him to love her forever and remain her husband just seemed beyond the scope of possible. In fact, it was downright absurd.

Letting go of her foot, he found her wrinkly hands under the water and tugged her over until she straddled him. “You look so good sitting on me like this,” he murmured, cupping the back of her neck and guiding her mouth down to his.

She let him take the lead with the kiss, coaxing her lips apart and tenderly, then more passionately, dipping his tongue inside. They nibbled and sucked, smiled and played, as she ground her pussy against the soft, thick column of his cock. He wasn’t even penetrating her and she was already close. The way his cock rubbed her clit felt incredible. He held her in place with one hand on her neck, and plucked and tweaked at her nipple with the other. She thought for sure he was going to encourage her to lift up and finally take him inside her, but he didn’t.

A squeak then a gasp fled her throat when he picked her up by the waist and spun her around, “Stand up,” he ordered. “And bend over. Hands on the edge of the tub.”

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