Page 87 of Wandering Closer

“Baby, your perfect little pussy will be dripping with my cum every day until there’s a positive on a stick.” He lowers my other bra cup, licking his way to the other nipple. “Probably every day after, too.”

Achingly slow, he strips us both of our clothes, his hands gliding across my skin with reverence. His lips follow his hands, kissing every inch of exposed skin. He settles himself over me, one hand trailing down my stomach to find me ready for him.

“You’re soaked for me,” he whispers, one finger slipping into me easily.

“Please don’t tease me, Thoren. I need you.” My fingers grip his biceps, my back arching as he strokes just the right spot.

“You know I’ll give you anything you ask for,” he removes his finger, bringing it to my lips, tracing it over them. Lining himself up, he takes my lip in a searing kiss as he pushes into me. He licks and sucks on my lips, tasting every drop of me that he painted there. He circles his hips, stretching me out to take him.

“You take my cock so well, princess.” He sits on his knees, holding me spread wide for him. His thrusts are slow and even, angled the way I need him. His hazel eyes watch me intently, sparkling with unadulterated desire, showing me every nuance of his emotions. He keeps the rhythm steady, building us up gradually. Large hands graze up my thighs, one of them moving up to pinch and pluck my nipples, the thumb of his other circling my clit with delicious pressure.

“I love you,” I cry out, as he replaces his fingers on my breast with his mouth.

He moves up to take my mouth, never stopping his thumb from keeping me right on edge. His soft lips part mine, his stubble tickling my cheeks. Thoren kisses me as slowly and steadily as he’s fucking me, driving me wild. He’s showing me he’s here to be my constant. To be my steady rock in the rushing river, redirecting the pain and onslaught of the outside world. His tongue swirls around mine before retreating to kiss up my jaw line.

“I love you,” he breathes into my ear. His hips pick up the pace, his thumb circling faster as his breathing grows ragged. My sensitive nipples glide over the smattering of hair on his chest, bringing my orgasm to the edge. “Come with me, baby. Fall apart with me so I can stitch us back together.”

His teeth clamp down on the sensitive spot below my ear, setting off my orgasm as I shatter around him. Thoren grunts in my ear as his hips falter and he fills me with hot bursts of cum. Our sweat slicked bodies stick together as he lies on top of me, catching his breath. Aftershocks of my orgasm skitter through me as he sits up and pulls out of me.

I close my legs on instinct, but his calloused hands pull my thighs apart, watching as his cum drips from me. His eyes meet mine as he reaches down and uses two fingers to shove it back inside. Tingles of heat travel through me as he watches me with a fire in his eyes.

“Such a good girl, not wasting a drop.” He places a featherlight kiss on my nose before covering me up with the blankets. He doesn’t bother cleaning up, throwing on sweats while smirking when he notices my eyes glued to his biteable ass. “Stay there and make our baby, I’ll be back with food.”

I snuggle under the blankets, soaking in the soft feel of them against my skin, laced in Thoren’s amber scent. It’s such a stark contrast from the sterile, scratchy blankets I had in the hospital. The comforts and care that Thoren put into this home, ourhome, astounds me. He put together every piece of this with a family in mind, and I get to be part of that family.

Shadow comes bounding up the stairs, jumping onto the bed, curling into my side. Her fur is cold from the crisp night air, but her tongue is hot as she licks my hand. I missed her while I was in the hospital. I don’t know how to communicate to her how grateful I am to have her. She bit Tyler when he hurt me, she found me in the woods, and she has been the best little wing woman between Thoren and I. I rub her ears, kissing her soft nose, and breathe in her stinky dog breath. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Heavy footfalls trudge up the stairs as Thoren pops into the room with a tray of food. “This looks oddly familiar. Am I about to get edged again?”

His eyes dance with mirth, “That mouth of yours, Lily.” He sets the tray on my lap, crawling in bed next to me as he grabs his plate of lasagna. “So I thought of something while I was downstairs.”

“Yeah?” I reply, blowing on a steamy bite of my dinner.

“Can you even get pregnant right now? Aren’t you on birth control?” he asks before shoving a bite in his mouth.

“I haven’t taken it for the last three nights since I was in the hospital. I was thinking I would just stop altogether.” I take a bite of the lasagna, groaning at how cheesy and delicious it is. “I might keep you around just to have access to your mom’s food.”

He nudges my shoulder. “Keep making those noises and I don’t care why you stick around, as long as you do.”

“Dick,” I mutter, taking another bite.

“Lily James, did you just call me a dick?! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear,” he mocks, one hand over his chest.

“Oh shut it, I have to balance you out somehow. Did you just call me Lily James?”

His eyes light with mischief. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

We eat the rest of our dinner, passing playful quips back and forth. Thoren takes the dishes downstairs, so I make my way to the shower. Standing for long periods is still uncomfortable on my tender ankle, but I need to get the feel of the hospital off of me. Thoren joins me halfway through, demanding I sit as he finishes washing my hair for me. He rushes through his own shower, stepping out first to get my towel and dry me off.

Once I’m dry, he wraps me in the fluffy robe from River and sets me on the counter. He takes out my blow dryer, spending the next fifteen minutes meticulously drying every strand of hair. “I don’t want you getting cold,” he says when I ask why he insisted on doing it. Butterflies take flight in my stomach over his gentle touch and insistence on taking care of me.

We crawl back into bed together, snuggling under the blankets, his fingers combing through my hair. There’s one thing that has been niggling at me for a few days, so I ask, “Did you sell your land for me?”

“Not entirely,” he admits. “The money will help with paying for Kinsley, yes. But it will also take care of things for us for a while. I own a lot of land, Lily, and it seems selfish to keep it all to myself. Paying for Kinsley was just the thing to get the ball rolling in this case.”

The way he lays it flat out for me is both a stab and a balm to my heart. I asked for honesty, even if he thinks it will hurt me and he is giving it to me. It bothers me that he is giving up something he carefully invested in for me.

“I wish you could take it back. I’ll find a way to pay for Kinsley, even if we lose the case. I could do some signing tours to bring in some money. I never wanted to before because traveling alone never appealed to me.”

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