Page 88 of Protecting Her Secrets

Walker is the kind of man every woman dreams of; he’s not just kind and generous with me, he’s like that with strangers too. And despite his surly reputation, everyone in town loves him. Not to mention how irresistibly attractive he is. His chiseled body is drool-worthy, his smile brightens the darkest days, and his cock is perfect.

Knowing he’s losing his mind right now because of me is a heady feeling I can’t get enough of. It’s as addicting as the man himself.

“Need you to get there, Sunny. When I come, I want it to be with your pussy clamping down on me, milking me dry. Can you do that for me?”

I want that too, so I double my efforts, but it’s not until his deft finger pushes in up to his second knuckle that I fly over the edge. My jaw clenches tight as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. I lose control over what my body does as instinct takes over, which is good, because the sensations are overwhelming, clearing my mind of all thoughts.

Walker lets out a string of curses that make no sense, but somehow, I understand, because it’s exactly what I would be yelling if every muscle in my body wasn’t coiled tight. Nothing has ever felt this good, and I’m almost sad when the high wanes and I start to come down. But then I feel a rush of warmth fill me, and it satisfies some animalistic need I’d never admit to as a woman who likes to think she’s independent.

“Je-sus,” Walker draws out, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. One hand settles on my belly while the other cups a breast, and he buries his face in my neck as we both catch our breaths. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

He nips my shoulder. “Stellar performance. Seriously, ten out of ten. Damn sure will fucking hit that again.”

Laughter bursts out of me unexpectedly. After a day like today, I wouldn’t think it possible for me to feel so light, but here I am. “You’re an idiot.”

“Shit. You’re going to make me hard again. Your laughing is squeezing the shit out of me.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No, but if we’re going for round two, we need a shower first.” He reaches under my thighs and lifts me off him before standing. I scream for him to put me down, because this is the most awkward way he has ever carried me, but he holds tight, only stopping to lower me to my feet when we’re in the shower.

He mashes a bunch of buttons, getting the temperature just right. With the dual-facing heads, we watch each other soap up our own bodies. It’s so intimate seeing the way he washes himself down, although I think the extra couple strokes he gives his semi-hard cock are more for my benefit, just like the way I pay extra attention to my breasts is for his.

By the time we’re clean, we’re so worked up, we get dirty all over again before we even have a chance to leave the shower.

The next day,I’m in the kitchen making us lunch since he has been working all morning. He has his first customers coming in just three weeks for a hike up the mountain where there’s fresh powder to snowshoe in.

Before that happens, he signed his employees and himself up for refresher courses on everything from safety to first aide. Rowan, Ridge, Wilder, and Walker are also due for their NASAR recertification this year, so he has been studying for that as well.

Then, there’s the business side of things Walker hates but I’ve taken an interest in. It’s clear Walker loves researching all the new industry tech, interacting with customers, and taking them on excursions, but judging by how disorganized his invoicing, taxes, and books are, he doesn’t enjoy that aspect of running his company. So today, I’ve been poking around hisprograms and seeing if it’s something I might be able to take over for him.

It feels good to be productive and know I’m helping in some way. My brain was never something I was praised for growing up. Matter of fact, Dad constantly told me not to worry about things like grades or getting a job, since he’d make sure I was always taken care of. The only times he showed pride in me was when I helped make meals for his brothers or babysat their children.

I can’t explain how degrading it was to only be recognized when I was doing domestic work. Feeling like a second-class human because I was born with a vagina made me resent him and club life, but I didn’t see a way out. From the outside, I’m sure I look just as pathetic for using one man to get away from another. It’s something I battle with. But then I see my husband, and my heart fills with love. I can’t look at my situation from the outside; I have to consider the real-world factors that make it unique.

Walker’s cell rings from where he left it on the counter. He’s in his home office, so I pick it up and see it’s Wilder.

“Hello?” I answer, heading over to hand the phone to Walker.

“Oh, Skylar. Hey.” He sounds off, which has me stopping in my tracks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just need to talk to Walker. Is he around?”

“He will be once you tell me what’s going on. Does it have to do with me?”

“Sky, it’s best I tell Walker first.” If it wasn’t about me, he’d deny it, which means it is.

“If it’s about me, I deserve to know.”

He blows out a breath. “It’s a clusterfuck. All those Broken Rebel guys have invaded downtown. There have to be more thanthirty of them. I can’t tell them to leave because, so far, they’re being respectful, but they’re making everyone nervous.”

I chew the inside of my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m becoming all too familiar with the feeling of a panic attack coming on.

“Why would they do that?” I ask.

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