Page 84 of Sweet Escape
“That’s it. You’re a Hayes now.” She tosses an apron at me. “Let’s get to work.”
Something twists inside my chest, like a thread being pulled free, unraveling the seams and pulling apart the pieces that had been meticulously stitched together over the last few months. A part of me wishes it were true—wishes I could be tied to Wilder by more than just the child growing inside me, but I know that’s impossible. Wilder’s heart is locked down tight, and Jess took the key to her grave.
“You know, people would pay good money for a view like this.” I tease, coming up on Wilder in the barn with his shirt off, chest on full display. He’s got Copper’s hoof between his knees, and the old boy is completely at ease with whatever it is Wilder’s doing to him.
The midsummer heat is nearly suffocating in its intensity, so I can’t say I blame him for going shirtless. My hormones are working on overdrive as it is, and this sweaty cowboy isreallydoing it for me.
His ass is looking fine in his wranglers and chaps, and I could easily get off on the sight of him at work if I had five minutes and my bullet vibrator. This man—myman—is sex on a stick.
“Hey, Cupcake. What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He grunts as he slides a blade-like object through the V-shaped indentation in the center of the hoof. It looks like something that should be painful, but Copper is completely unfazed.
“I come bearing lunch… and your child, but you already knew that.”
He chuckles deeply, and I swear that sound goes straight to my greedy pussy. “And how is my Little Filly doing today?” he asks.
My heart leaps in my chest at the newfound nickname for our baby girl. We found out yesterday at our twenty-week ultrasound, and the look on Wilder’s face had me melting on the spot. I swear I saw him holding back a tear or two, though I don’t think he would’ve minded either way.
“She’s good. Using my bladder as a punching bag as per usual.”
He releases Copper’s hoof and settles him back in his stall before striding over to me. Beads of sweat trickle down his chest and abs, and it takes all of my self-control not to fall to my knees in tribute right then and there. My heart gives an involuntary squeeze when he drops to his knees instead, palming the watermelon I have tucked under my sundress.
Being a bigger girl, I was worried I wouldn’t show much during my pregnancy, but it’s become very obvious this week with the upper part of my belly hardening and rounding out significantly. It might have something to do with this being a big ol’ Hayes baby. Apparently, all of Evie’s babies were overachievers, and according to the anatomy scan, baby girl is measuring in the 89th percentile for her estimated length. Lucky me, I guess.
“Hey, Little Girl,” he murmurs. “You be nice to your mama, you hear me?” His lips press into my belly, and I dissolve into a pile of mush. “Daddy loves you.”
Wish Daddy would do some lovin’ on me, too. Damn.
He stands and dusts off his chaps and stretches out his back. My eyes eat up every muscle and defined ridge, sweat slicked and tempting as hell.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
“Huh?”
He looks at me with a cocksure grin when I finally meet his gaze. “Lunch?”
“Oh, sh—oot. Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Unless, of course, you have something else in mind.” His voice lowers to a gravelly tone. He palms my hips with both hands and slowly walks me into an empty stall, my back pressing up against the wooden interior. “See something you like, Pretty Girl?”
My words get stuck in my throat as he runs his nose along my neck, delivering a chaste kiss to the spot on my collarbone that never fails to make me weak in the knees. A wave of heat washes overme, and I unleash all of my pent-up longing into one bruising kiss.
My hands skate up his back and into his hair, knocking the backward cap off his head. He chuckles against my lips.
“Somebody’s eager. Bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you? Tell me… what am I gonna find when I slide my hand under this pretty little dress you put on just for me?”
“It wasn’t for you,” I say, breathlessly.
“Is that so? It sure as fuck better not be for anyone else.”
“Jealous?”
“When it comes to you, Livie girl, always. But I think we both know who you belong to.”
My breath catches as he pulls down the top of my dress, bringing his mouth to my overly sensitive nipples. “Fuuuuuudge.”
“Honey, if I’ve got my mouth on you, I wanna hear every filthy word you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”
“What if—oh fuck.” My pussy clenches as he sucks the other peak between his lips. On a stuttered inhale, I ask, “What if I want my mouth on you this time?”
