Page 19 of Wyatt the Military Veteran

“Wyatt… Wyatt, please…” I’m begging, but I don’t care. I’m so wired, so ready tocome. It won’t take much more to shatter all the tension he’s built in my poor, sex-starved body.

Just one more filthy promise. One more delicious graze of his—

Stars explode behind my eyes as a strangled scream catches in my throat. Wyatt plunges deep to fuck me through the waves of my orgasm, and I swear I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen… and an excess of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Milk my dick… You’re coming so well for me... My favorite girl.” He nuzzles into my neck as my lungs fight for breath. I could happily float away and sleep for the next forty-eight hours. Except Wyatt hasn’t finished yet.

“It’s your turn,” I mumble tiredly, tightening my core to hold his cock in place. My nails scratch down his side to grab his firm ass, tugging him closer.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m not leaving this hot little pussy until it’s painted with my seed,” he growls. Instinctively, my body softens, bracing for his release, desperate to welcome the feral sign of his possession.

Another few thrusts of his hips and Wyatt groans. His cock jerks and swells, and our combined essence floods between my thighs in an obscene display.

“Fuck, baby… You sure know how to welcome a man home.”

Offering a shy grin, I shrug, still cocooned within his warm embrace. “What can I say? I’m a hospitality expert.”

A bark of laughter explodes from his chest, and we both end up laughing like two horny teens as we abandon the hot tub in favor of drying off and escaping to the room I reserved for us. The trip is lighthearted and playful, full of kisses in the elevator and the hallways.

And my heart pounds with a thrill of joy. Wyatt called Suitor’s Crossinghome.Or he calledmehome.

Either way, that’s not the sentiment of a man planning on leaving anytime soon, right?

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Instrumental hymns welcome our family as we enter the church. The Christmas Eve service is a family tradition, and this year is even sweeter with the addition of Wyatt. While my brothers’ ire has cooled a little since Wyatt's arrival two weeks ago, Gramps never had qualms and welcomed Wyatt into the family immediately.

Getting to know him these past few weeks without the barrier of an ocean between us has made this the best Christmas ever, yet my stomach turns at the possibility of seeing Sheree and Chris tonight. The past few Sundays I've missed the morningservices to hang out with Wyatt, so tonight is the first chance that they might see us together.

Wyatt doesn't think Chris will care, and frankly, neither do I, but it'll be awkward running into Sheree after all she did to connect the two of us.

“Chin up, buttercup.” Wyatt flicks my jaw with his finger. “No matter what happens, we've got each other.”

“Laying it on thick aren't you, man?” Beckett grumbles from behind us.

“You would know,” I tease.

Part of Beckett's bad boy allure is the way he flirts with women. He's alove’em and leave’emtype, and most of the ladies around here don't mind, hoping they might be the one to change his M.O.

Soren and Gramps lead our pack with Sarah Beth between them, stopping to guide us into our normal pew towards the middle of the church. Unfortunately, this puts us right behind the Dugans who normally sit on the other side of the aisle.

“What are they doing here?”

Ezra shrugs, bringing up the rear of our group. “Hell if I know, maybe they heard you were bringing your man tonight. Isn't he Chris's commander or whatever?”

I don't have a chance to respond when Sheree ends her conversation with the woman beside her and faces us.

“Kennedy,” she says imperiously. “What's this I hear about you dumping my Chris for one of his friends?” She crosses her arms over her heaving chest, ruffling the pearl necklace hanging around her neck.

“I didn't dump Chris,” I gently correct. “We just didn't hit it off.” I refrain from disparaging her son by adding he never responded to the rest of my letters.

“What else do you call it when I set you up with my boy, and instead you show up to a family Christmas Eve service with this stranger?” She gestures to Wyatt.

“Ma'am, I apologize for the surprise, but now is not the time. We're all here to celebrate the holiday and the birth of Jesus, right?” His brow rises.

“Don't patronize me, young man.”

“Mom, what are you doing?” Chris appears finally, and I wonder if this is a good or a bad thing.

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