Page 10 of Lost and Found

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He leans forward to suck one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, and my back arches with pleasure.

I bounce up and down, each stroke hard and deep, hitting just the right spot and making me clench around him. I can feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock inside me, filling me with an ecstasy so intense it’s almost painful.

My heart races in my chest as my hips quicken their pace, matching the frantic beat. His scarred face is twisted in concentration, his lips parted as he struggles to catch his breath. Longing and need swirl in his blue eyes as they roam over my naked body, taking in every shiver and every gasp.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust. “You look like a fucking goddess like this. Your pussy spread wide and taking my dick.”

A deep blush heats my cheeks. I’ve never felt so desired before.

We move in sync, as he fills and stretches me in ways that make my toes curl. My breasts slap together with each drive of his hips, the friction of our bodies making me whimper with sexual bliss.

“I... I’m...” I can’t form the words before tipping over the edge, my orgasm washing over me like a tsunami that leaves me trembling in its wake. Wyatt holds me in place, fucking into me deeply from below, until his own climax takes over him and he empties himself inside me.

We cling to each other, sweaty and gasping for breath. Then his lips find mine in a searing kiss that’s all teeth and tongues and raw emotion. It’s messy and desperate and absolutely delicious.

Pulling away, he grins at me, a gleam of satisfaction in his mesmerizing eyes. “You’re incredible, Molly,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I beam at him, my heart pounding with happiness. “Yeah, I know.”

6

WYATT

For a full week now, Molly has been by my side. Our days have melded together in a blur as we share my bed each night and I’ve merged her into my daily routines. We’ve gone on short hikes—easy ones to be mindful of her healing ankle—played with Bear, cooked meals, and relaxed on the porch. She’s taken to mountain life much quicker than I expected for a city girl. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised by anything she does. She’s an amazing woman and her ex was a dumbass to let her go.

I assumed she’d get bored, knowing that life out here isn’t thrilling like it is in Seattle. Instead, she’s become more content, happy even, as time passes. But all good things must come to an end. Her vacation is almost over. She goes back to the real world tomorrow, and panic twists in my gut at the thought.

I don’t want her to go. Not yet. I’m not ready to lose her.

We haven’t talked about it, but at some point, we should have. Ground rules were never set, and that can only result in heartache—mine, not hers. Although I can’t believe she doesn’t care about me. Maybe it’s not to the extent I do for her, but I know she cares. She has to. She wouldn’t be here every day with me if she didn’t. She paid a lot of money for that rental cabin, and she doesn’t strike me as the type of person to throw her hard-earned cash away. Still, I wish I knew how she felt or what’s going on in her head right now. Something, anything, to tell me she wants to stay.

I lift my gaze, glancing at her while keeping still in the chair. Her full, heavy breasts are right in my face, covered by one of my old t-shirts. My cock thickens in my jeans, but I refrain from exposing her smooth flesh and taking one of her hardened nipples into my mouth.

“How short do you want it?” she asks, raking her fingers through my hair and grazing her manicured nails along my scalp. A thrill snakes through me when her hands are on me, and I close my eyes to relish the sensation.

I kneeled before her in the shower this morning and ate her delectable pussy until she came all over my beard. Then she washed my hair for me, and it was one of the most intimate and erotic moments I’ve ever had. She noticed I could use a good trim, and I admitted it had been a while since I’d been to town to get one. Now, here we are, on my back porch and she’s doing it for me, her movements careful and precise while she ensures the length is even. This must be what it’s like to have a woman care for you, and I can honestly say I’ve never experienced it.

She steps back and holds out a mirror so I can examine her work. She did a great job. It looks as good as if I paid a professional. “It’s perfect, sweetheart. Thank you.”

You’re perfect, I want to tell her, but I don’t.

Why make things harder for us both when I know it won’t change anything?

The truth is, I’m in love with her, but I know she deserves someone better than me. Someone who isn’t disfigured with a bum leg. Someone she’d be proud to show off to her friends. Isn’t that what Alyssa said? That she’d be too embarrassed to be seen with me? She wanted to marry me for my money, which only makes her harsh words hurt a little bit more.

Maybe there’s some truth to what she said. Maybe other women feel the same. I can’t take that kind of rejection twice, so I’ll just keep my feelings to myself. Molly doesn’t need to know about my past life or my money, and she doesn’t need to know how much I love her. It’s better this way, or at least that’s what I tell myself, even if the lie tastes bitter on my tongue.

Standing, I remove the towel draped around my shoulders, sending hair clippings fluttering to the ground. Then I reach for Molly’s hand, intertwining our fingers, still amazed that she so easily accepts my touch. I tug her behind me into the living room before gesturing for her to sit on the couch. She snuggles into the cushions, tucking her bare feet beneath her while I grab us two glasses of lemonade from the kitchen.

“You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” Molly declares when I take a seat beside her on the couch. Her tone is unusually somber, and I wonder if she’s picking up on my energy or if she’s thinking about tomorrow. Thinking about when she’ll leave me.

“You never asked, but I thought you should know.” I swallow thickly, and Molly takes my hand into hers, the warmth of her palms soothing me.

She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t encourage me to talk. Just waits until I’m ready to share my story.

“A few years ago, I was living in Seattle. I had a huge penthouse downtown with expensive luxury vehicles in the private garage and a closet full of custom-tailored suits.”

Her mouth drops open and her brows lift. “Wow. Okay… so you were a completely different person. Got it.”

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