Page 130 of Wild Eyes
“Oh, fuck yeah.” His strokes turn from short and quick to long and punishing. My body shakes on every downstroke.
And true to his word, watching me come is his undoing.
I feel him. Every pulse, every twitch, as he empties himself inside me. His entire body tenses.
Fuck. It’s so hot.
Almost as hot as when he pulls out to inspect his handiwork.
“That’s what I love to see,” he murmurs as he trails his fingers over my swollen pussy. His touch makes me shiver even though I’m hot all over.
“How do I look?” I tease, breathless as I stare up at the ceiling, mind blown by the simplest and hottest sex of my life.
“You look an awful lot like you belong to me.” I can feel his seed leaking out. But not for long because he catches it, pushingit back into me with one gentle finger. “So fucking pretty like this.”
“Yes,” I whimper as my legs shake. I arch into him.
“So eager for more. Never enough, is it?”
“With you? No.”
He adds a second finger, pumping into our wetness.
“Oh god…” My nerves surge to life under his touch—under his gaze.
“I think I’ll watch you come like this too.”
And he does. All afternoon. All night. And the only breaks we take from being wrapped up in each other are to eat grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles inside.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
WEST
I’ve gotthe kids in the back and Skylar at my side as we drive home from soccer. We’re all wearing Sparkly Turquoise Unicornhats. Skylar is laughing at one of Emmy’s dramatic game recaps, and I can see Oliver staring down at his book with a soft smile on his face through the rearview mirror.
And my life has never felt more complete.
All of us under one roof is going to feel the best. I’m itching to get home and make a big, over-the-top weekend breakfast—pancakes, hash browns, bacon, sausage, eggs. I should throw in some fruit, considering Skylar and I have been living on a diet of cheese and bread.
“So do you know when the wedding is?” Skylar asks. I told her the news about Rhys and Tabby earlier, and she keeps coming back to it like she can’t quite believe it’s true.
“No. But I think they might kill each other before they make it down the aisle.”
“My money is on Tabby.”
I snort at that. She’s probably not wrong. “Would be a shame. I was kind of looking forward to taking you as my date.”
Her cheek twitches. “No.Iwill takeyouas my date. My ten-thousand-dollar date.”
When Ford’s name pops up on my truck’s Bluetooth screen, I don’t think twice about answering on speakerphone. My best friend calling me on the world’s best Saturday morning? Maybe he and Cora and Rosie will want to meet for dinner.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
I expect a casual tone in response, but his words turn the air in the truck glacial with their urgency.
“West, are you with Skylar? I’m trying to track her down. Her phone is going straight to voicemail.”
The motion of Skylar’s head whipping in my direction draws my attention to her. We both know she turned it off last night and hasn’t turned it back on. In fact, she’s so unattached to it now that I expect she left it somewhere at home.
