Page 3 of A Wilder Wedding

I hung up on him because I knew that no amount of listening to that was going to change anything.

They didn’t respect me. And I understood that. I did. But I was just so tired of it.

I slid my phone back in my pocket, and took a deep breath, trying to go back to enjoying the music of the reception, but I couldn’t.

“Was that your brother again?”

I whirled at the sound of that deep voice, shame covering my face.

Amos stood there, wearing that sexy Henley and a scowl on his face. He was a full decade older than me and acted as if it were two generations.

Our age difference didn’t really bother me. I was in my mid-twenties, he was in his mid-thirties. We worked at the same place. Age was just a number after all. And it was nice being near a man who actually took care of his things, rather than waiting for someone to do it for him.

“It’s nothing. I hung up.”

“You shouldn’t let them talk to you like that.”

I rolled my eyes and raised a brow at him. “Really? It’s nothing, Amos. I’m used to it.”

He scowled and moved forward, cupping my face. I froze, my breath stopping, before I forced myself to swallow. Amos never touched me like this. He was always so good about leaving space between us. About not coming anywhere near me.

But his calloused hand was so warm. It was rough enough that I would love if it touched me more. I couldn’t let myself think that because he could always read my face.

His thumb slid across my cheekbone, a raspy sound that sent shivers down my body.

“You need someone to take care of you, Naomi.”

“Are you offering?” I asked, surprising myself.

I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. We worked together. We wereatwork. And while the bosses didn’t care if their employees were together, I didn’t need anyone knowing I swooned after a man nobody thought would be right for me.

Amos didn’t answer, instead he lowered his head and his mouth brushed mine. I was lost.

Lost, and perhaps finally found.

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Three Years Later

“That’s it, spread your legs for me. Let me see.”

I licked my lips and did as he asked and spread my legs, my hands on my inner thighs as I lay on the bed, my breath coming in pants. Amos had already made me come three times, and I was pretty sure he wanted a fourth. There was no way that was happening.

“Amos. Please. I can’t.”

“You can. And you will.” He leaned down and licked and sucked, nearly sending me over the edge. He pulled away and I frowned, wondering why he stopped.

He licked his lips again and took my thighs in hand. I let out a sharp gasp as he slid deep inside me, stretching me. We had already gone one round, and I couldn’t believe he was already ready to go again. Then again, this was Amos. And he was always ready for me. Always knew how to hold me and touch me.

He leaned back so he was on his knees, and I scrambled up him, keeping him deep inside me so I was straddling him, my feet pressed on the bed. And then he gripped my ass and began to lift me up and down his cock. I moved with him, taking his lips with mine.

Tears pricked my eyes, but I ignored them.

It didn’t matter that this was everything, that he knew my body so well, I figured he knew it better than I did. He knew how to please me, how to cherish me. He knew how to make me come, how to make me beg.

And he did so again, over and over, and when I came again, he gripped me tightly, arms wrapping around me as he whispered my name, filling me to the point that I knew that I’d be aching afterwards.

I was holding on for dear life for a reason.

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