Page 88 of Explorer's Revenge
“Not a chance,” I snarl, fighting her tightening cunt. My hand slaps the wall above the bed for leverage as I drive into her. “Jesus, who knew this is where we would be?”
“Don’t lie, Wilder, you’ve wanted this since the moment you met me,” she teases, but her words end in a moan as I twist my hips and press my piercing against her inner wall.
“Too fucking right. I wanted to bend your annoying ass over and fuck it raw until you shut your smart mouth.”
She narrows her eyes and jerks up, but the force knocks us sideways, and we tip from the stupid hospital bed. I turn and wrap my arms around her, absorbing the impact against the floor, but it doesn’t stop either of us. We twist and roll until I pin her down and drive into her harder. She cries out, meeting my thrusts with her hips. Her pussy tightens, and I know she’s close.
Leaning down, I press my mouth to her ear. “Admit you’ve always wanted me and I’ll let you come.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips that curve in a knowing smirk. Her back arches, and her cunt clenches around me, driving me crazy. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I met you,” she whispers.
It rips me apart because she’s right. I wanted her all along, and now she’s mine.
Pressing my hand into the floor beside her, I move faster and harder until her eyes roll back in her head and her cunt clenches around me as her orgasm tears through her. Her choked cry fills the air and sends me over the edge. I remember to pull out at the last second and come across her stomach instead.
My orgasm is so intense, I feel drained, like I’ve always needed this . . . needed her.
“Fuck,” I rasp as her eyes open and lock on me above her. “We are doing that again, Carter.”
“Don’t get cocky, Wilder,” she scoffs then groans as I kiss her.
Smirking, I pull away, and she sighs but lies back, and we both look at the bed.
“Oops,” she remarks.
Our laughter mixes until there’s a knock on the door. “You guys done?” We blink at Rick’s voice. “Um, you pressed the emergency buzzer during your . . . carnal activities. I assured them you are okay, but I’d maybe go tell them yourselves before they burst in here.”
Maeve groans, pressing her head to my shoulder, and a smile spreads across my lips.
“Guys?” Rick calls. “Guys? Seriously.”
FORTY-SEVEN
MAEVE
“Can you pass me a towel?” I yell through the door. I forgot to bring one in here. I’m supposed to be careful when I’m in the shower, but I needed one so badly, I rushed to get under the hot spray. “Hello?” I call again, peeking through the cracked door.
Aiyaret appears. “Maeve, are you okay?”
“Where is everyone?” I frown. They were here when I came in.
“Logan had some tests, so the others went with them. I came back to check on you.”
“Oh, uh, can you pass me a towel? I forgot one,” I admit.
Chuckling, he disappears then passes one through the door.
“Thanks.” I shut the door and dry off before struggling into an oversized shirt and pajama pants. When I open the door again, I find Aiy waiting for me. “What kind of test?” I ask as I turn to the mirror. My leg aches from standing for so long, and I rub it as I wipe the mirror and grimace at my hair.
Fucking Wilder last night didn’t help—well, it helped my mental health and needs, but it made my already dirty hair worse. I don’t regret it though. I worried I would this morning, but I felt good about it, like it had been a long time coming, andWilder didn’t seem to feel anything but happiness about it as well. Rick has been shooting me knowing looks all morning, but no one else has said anything, so either they don’t know or don’t care.
“Just routine stuff. What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe as I sigh at the state of my hair.
“I couldn’t wash my hair,” I reply. “My shoulder . . .” Fingering the greasy locks, I debate shaving my head to make life easier.
“Let me?” he requests so softly, I almost don’t hear it.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmur, eyes widening.
