Page 73 of Lightness In My Dark

“Wren.”

“Food.”

I laughed and gave her one of my shirts, holding her hand as we headed to the kitchen. One refrigerator shelf had several labeled dishes: fried chicken, pasta salad, chili, and tabbouleh salad. We pulled out the fried chicken, too hungry to wait to warm it up, along with the salad.

Wren got us bottles of water, and I brought the plates to the table. Before she could sit, I set her on my lap.

“We can’t eat like this.”

“Why not? It’s simple. Pick up the chicken and take a bite.”

She didn’t protest. Our hungry mouths were the only thing heard in the house. When done, she shifted sideways, and I hugged her. We sat in silence, digesting the food.

Wren snapped my thoughts in half. “Isn’t it crazy how we got here?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I hadn’t been walking by the bar where Cole got drunk, I wouldn’t have met you.” She paused in thought. “I still don’t know why he got so drunk. He’s not much of a drinker.”

“It was my parent’s memorial anniversary.”

She turned in my lap, facing me. “What?”

“Cole has been family for a long time. He loved my parents.” My thumb caressed her chin. “He was drinking because he missed them… and got carried away.”

Wren stroked my cheek, eyes filled with pain. “So, that’s why you were so rude.”

I pressed into her hand. “No. I’m just a dick.”

She didn’t accompany my laugh. “You’re wonderful, Finn. The way you collected Cole, how you treat Carter and Lindsey, how you protect your little brother…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “How you’ve taken care of me?” She took my face in her hands and gave me a tender kiss. “Thanks for everything.”

“You’re welcome for everything.” We both stared. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. I’m sore, but nothing big.” From the corner of her eye and with a sly smile, she added, “Except you.”

The look on her face made me want to eat her up. A bite of sexy sprinkled with an organic sweetness. For someone physically distant in the beginning, Wren grew affectionate and cuddly… and I loved it. It made me want to keep her close, take care of her, and protect her. But the one thing I’ve skirted away from, that I didn’t want to admit to myself let alone to anyone else, was I had fallen for Wren. From most women I’ve met, Wren shined like a rare jewel. Her nice, raw, light-hearted manner only intensified her suggestive nature. I thought I had her all figured out, and Wren would prove me wrong by adding another layer.

I sat her at the edge of the table, my hand guiding her to lie down, and then I buried my face in her pussy. Her smell made my mouth water for more. I fucked her with my fingers and tongue, lapping up her juices, until she could no longer hold back. Her body shook so hard, the table vase wobbled. I put it in the kitchen, grabbed a condom from one of the many places I leave them around the house, and put it on.

Placing her ankles on my shoulders, I eased into her, and for the first time, I got balls deep. Wren let out a yelp, so I retreated a little.

“Sorry.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be. I want it.”

“You want me to hurt you?”

“It will turn pleasurable soon.” She scooted closer to me. “Do it, Finn. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to do me like you do the others.”

My dick throbbed inside her. “Don’t say that Wren. You’re not like any other.”

“But—”

In the quiet, I drove all the way in and casually dragged it out, keeping pace.

Wren got antsy. “More.” Her eyes closed. “Faster.”

“Look at me, Wren.” Her eyes snapped open. “I want you focused on me when you come.”

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