Page 14 of Snowy Secrets

My mouth descends, and her cry is music to my ears.

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BELLA

My nails dig into Wyatt's biceps as I watch him thrust into me. He's nice and thick and long enough to hit my G-spot every single time, in every single position. This man is some kind of sex god, and this is exactly what I needed.

Mewling escapes the back of my throat as my toes curl. I've lost count of the number of orgasms this man has given me. Between the way this man can fuck with his cock and the talent of his tongue, I am wrung out. Or almost. Fuck, he's going to make me come again, and I can't be sure this will be the last time.

How's a girl supposed to say no to a man who knows how to make her come? I can't do it.

And the way he kisses me when he's close… I can't hold back.

An orgasm crashes through me, and Wyatt's control wanes before he joins me. When he sinks to one side and pulls me close, I chuckle. "Who knew a man your age would have this kind of stamina?"

He scoffs in mock offense. "A man my age?"

"Yes. The gray on the sides there gave you away." I giggle, and then yawn.

He trails a long finger down my cheek, to my collarbone, and speaks in a voice that could lull a baby to sleep. "You can rest for a little while."

And maybe it has something to do with his tone, his eyes, or the way he makes me feel safe and sound, but before I know it, I close my eyes.

When I come to my senses, Wyatt is sitting on the sofa beside the bed, his eyes turned to the window. His profile is shrouded in semi-darkness, his back partly illuminated by the sparse slivers of moonlight slipping in.This has been lovely, I think to myself,but it's time for it to end. I can't afford to become a mess of conflicting emotionsthisclose to going back home.

Unsure of how to carry this forward so it runs its natural course, I stir in the bed, and he straightens his spine immediately. "Freya," he says, turning the entire force of his impeccable charm on. "I thought I'd let you sleep."

Okay, he's hot and considerate. This is too much for me to handle right now. I sit up on the bed and lean my back against the pillows. "Uh…thanks, Wyatt. Look, I need to make something clear. I'm not looking for this to extend into…something more. I mean, it was really nice, but I'm very busy."

Look at me, sounding like a complete jackass. I realize that the way I've worded things, and how I've behaved tonight, could all lead to Wyatt feeling let down. When a shadow crosses his features and adds an unexpected layer of darkness to his eyes, I can't blame him.

A moment later, though, he's seemingly composed himself. He offers me a little chuckle. "Well, can't say I'm surprised. We don't go to bars to meet our happily ever afters, do we?"

I don't know what to say to this. My ears begin throbbing, and I pick at my blanket guiltily. "I'm really sorry," I finally mutter, my voice dropping. "I think I've behaved irresponsibly, and it was never my intention to hurt you. It's just that this," Iwave my arms around me, "is too good for me right now. If I go on along this trajectory, I'll be hurting you and myself more, and I can't do that. I'm also a mom, and I kind of don't have time to be anything else right now."

I don't see any sense in keeping this from him since he's already seen the nursery on the way upstairs to the bedroom.

Wyatt dips his head in acknowledgment. "I have a thing for strong, solid women," he replies dryly. "We may surprise each other yet, Freya." He laughs. "Is that even your name?"

"Bella," I finally admit with a little laugh of my own. "Was it too juvenile?"

He stands up to button his shirt and throws his jacket over his shoulders. "No," he says softly. "You were perfect. In another world, I'd get in that bed with you and fuck you until your legs turned to jelly. And once we finished, I'd make you breakfast and leave with your number. But I can see that none of those things are what you want or need right now, so I'll head out."

In fact, all of those things sounded pretty great right now, but he was right. I can't risk it. I can't risk being stupid in love once more. A large chunk of my heart is still hurting from how River left it. Maybe Millie wasn't too far off in saying I need closure.

"Bye, Wyatt."

"See you, Bella."

I hear his footsteps thud down the staircase, and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. Then, I'm alone with my thoughts once more. I get out of bed and pad over to the window. Morning is just making her appearance known with slivers of faint scarlet slicing across a deep indigo sky. I sigh and turn my nose up at the welcoming smells from the local bakery across from my home. The old owner, Dave, wakes up at four in the morning every day, like clockwork, to get his shop up and running. It's quaint and has a sweet old-world charm about it,and right now, the smells are delicious enough to draw me down the stairs and out the door.

The bakery, a hole-in-the-wall with faded blue paint, is already bustling with activity. A warm, buttery scent wafts out, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. It's chaos inside, just as it should be. A toddler is waging a valiant war against a sprinkle-covered donut. Dave's wife, Isla, is humming a country tune as she expertly braids dough for cinnamon rolls. A group of regulars occupy a corner booth, sipping coffee and swapping stories. The display case is a treasure trove of delights—huckleberry scones, apple fritters, and towering buttermilk biscuits.

My eyes lock onto a plate of breakfast cookies—hefty rounds studded with chocolate chips, pecans, and oats. They're a taste of pure comfort, reminiscent of childhood camping trips and crackling campfires. I place my order, adding a steaming mug of cowboy coffee, strong, black, and just a touch sweet, to the mix. I snag a spot by the window, the sun casting a warm glow on the worn leather armchair.

Unwrapping the breakfast cookie, I take a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating marriage of vanilla, cinnamon, and chocolate. The first bite is pure sensory bliss. The cookie crumbles slightly, releasing a burst of flavors—bitter-kissed sweetness from the chocolate, nuttiness from the pecans, and the perfect touch of savoriness from the oats. If I was peckish before, I'm ravenous now. The cookies vanish in no time, leaving a trail of crumbs in their wake.

Heart awash with contentment, I notice a hummingbird flitting around the wildflowers outside the window. Once I've finished, I wrap up two cookies for Ginny, who will be home soon. Then, wiping a stray crumb from my chin, I head back home, my heart full and my belly even fuller. I may have a dusting of powdered sugar on my nose and a smudge ofchocolate on my cheek, but it's a small price to pay for a taste of pure joy.

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