Page 93 of Wildly Inappropriate

“Oh myGod,”I moan into his mouth.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Prove it,” I taunt, pulling away to stare him in the eye as I issue my challenge.

He stands, and I keep my legs locked around his waist until he unceremoniously throws me down on the bed.

“Your wish is my command.”

His hand moves to his zipper, and I gulp as he drops his jeans and underwear. He grins at me, that pretty boy smile of his taking up his entire face. I lift my hips and pull off my shorts and underwear as well, unwilling to wait any longer for the reunion my body is demanding. JT looks his fill, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to pull him down to me.

Finally, he stalks forward, his hands hitting the bed by my hips before he crawls forward to meet my mouth with his. I lift my head, bringing my lips to meet his, pressing into his mouth with my tongue. JT reaches between us, bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. Taking a deep breath as if to steady himself, he pushes forward, and I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” he moans into my mouth.

I respond by hooking my legs around his waist, my ankles crossing at the bottom of his back to keep him there deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

His words stoke the fire in me, and I pull him to me, begging him to increase his pace.

We fall into a world of moans and pants, our bodies rediscovering the connection between us. It’s almost as if we’re making up for lost time with this physical reunion alone, every touch seemingly more intimate than before because we both know how much it means that we found our way back to each other. It’s a promise, a prayer, and a whisper of forever.

JT presses his lips to my collarbone, up my neck, and down again. One hand tugs my hair, and I am close. I’m writhing beneath him, my breath hitching as his cock brushes against my G-spot. My body is on fire, and my entire being screaming for release. JT removes the hand tangled in my hair and slips it between us, his thumb rubbing against the swollen bundle of nerves in just the rhythm I need.

“Come on, love. Break for me.”

My body tightens, and I cry out, pulsing around him. He collapses into my chest, his hips jerking as he follows me into oblivion.

“You’re incredible,” he says as I continue to rock back and forth, making sure to ride his full orgasm out with him.

I look at JT, the straight lines of his jaw covered in a light scruff, the round globes of his shoulders, the tanned strength of his back, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. He’s back, and I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world.

Epilogue

JT

I knock on Lila’sdoor before pushing it open, biting back the urge to remind her to lock it when she’s home alone again. She simply refuses to believe anything bad can happen in Wild Bluffs—she may be right, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take. Jameo and I golfed eighteen holes today out at WBCC before showering quickly at the house I’m currently sharing with him and Bryn before heading into town. It’s Halloween, and apparently, Kelsey Harper throws a party that’s not to be missed. I’m not going to lie; I’m somewhat terrified that Kelsey’s favorite holiday is Halloween. I truly don’t know if I should expect pumpkin carving or literal axe murderers trying to hunt me down. And I say that as someone who has spent a lot of time with Kelsey over the last few months—I’d go as far as to call us good friends, in fact. The real kicker is that she might even agree.

“Lila!” I call out, wondering how much longer it will be until it makes sense for me to move in. When I decided to move out to Wild Bluffs, I truly considered just moving in with Lila, but Doctor Burbanks suggested I consider a different location—one that would give me the space to work through my issues without relying on her as a crutch. I quickly realized how right he was. It would’ve been so easy to go from feeling guilty about my parents’ sacrifices to feeling guilty about how I left Lila. I still occasionally find myself apologizing to Jameson and Lila, but Dr. Burbanks assures me it’s normal to feel guilt when you make mistakes—what matters is being able to distinguish between what you should and should not feel guilty for. It’s a slow process, but I’m starting to see the difference between feeling empathy that something doesn’t work out the way someone wants it to, and feeling guilty about it turning out that way.

“In here!” Lila calls from her bathroom. I stride down the hall to find her at her vanity, putting on the final touches of her makeup. I take in her sin-red dress paired with the damn knee-high black boots that almost killed me last Thanksgiving. It’s hard to believe how much has happened in one year.

I slide into the room behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and planting a kiss on the side of her neck. “I didn’t realize Lucifer gives his demons the day off for Halloween parties.”

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she unashamedly checks me out in the mirror. “Only the ones he’s sleeping with,” she teases, her eyes catching on the horns I have on top of my head. In an expensive, all-black suit, I’m channeling someLucifervibes. Maybe if the night goes well, I’ll consider opening up a nightclub and lending a hand to the Wild Bluffs PD.

While a devil and an angel are the more common couples costume, it didn’t feel quite right. Lila Walker has always been the woman who didn’t try to light up the darkest parts of me. Instead, she happily snuggled into them, curled up in a blanket, and stared directly into the dark parts of my life, stargazing. Because sometimes the darkest skies aren’t the ones we should fear—they’re the ones where profound beauty lies.

Her eyes sparkle mischievously. “You clean up nicely, Lucifer,” she says, turning in my arms to face me. “Let’s just hope we don’t run into any demon hunters tonight.” She reaches up to adjust the devil horns on my head before leaning in for a quick kiss. I can’t help but smile at her, grateful I was able to make it to the party tonight with her.

Five minutes later, Lila links her arm with mine as we step into the cool night air. The streets are filled with parents out trick-or-treating with their children, though they mostly just stand in the middle of the block as the kids scurry from house to house. Kelsey doesn’t live too far away, so we’re going to walk rather than figure out who will drive us home. The lack of rideshare in Wild Bluffs is a definite downside to small-town living, though I have to admit the town of Wild Bluffs has grown on me.

The party is in full swing when we arrive, with eerie decorations and costumed guests filling the spacious living room. We don’t bother to knock, used to welcoming ourselves into the Harpers’ homes uninvited at this point. With Bryn and Jameson getting more serious, the Harper family has essentially embraced Lila as their own and, by extension, me too. I’m not surprised Lila has enjoyed having the women in her life as pseudo-sisters, and I’d never admit it to them, but I’ve enjoyed having them meddle in my life too.

I spot Ken and Jen Harper in the kitchen, dressed as Bonnie and Clyde, looking every bit the part of the infamous duo. Ken, with his suspenders and fedora, leans casually against the counter, embodying that old-time gangster charm, while Jen, in a sleek, fitted dress and beret, clutches a bank bag with a mischievous glint in her eye. They share a conspiratorial smile, and it’s hard not to laugh seeing this sweet, long-married couple transform into notorious outlaws. Kelsey maneuvers around the large island, two drinks in her hands for her parents.

“Oh my gosh. Kelsey came as Wednesday Addams. I love that,” Lila says, following my eyes. “It’s the perfect costume for her. Do you think she knows the dance from the new show?”

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