Page 79 of Untamed

“Oh, fuck.” His breath is hot against my skin. “Ride me, darlin’. Let me feel you.”

He lifts me up with ease, and as he tugs my panties to the side, I fall down onto his cock with one slow stroke. He fills me up, stretching me wide and hitting me deep in my core. We fit perfectly together.

“You like knowing anyone could walk in here and see us, firefly?” he asks as his hands cup my breasts through the soft fabric of my dress. “You like knowing anyone could see me claiming my woman?”

“Yes.” I roll my hips, and my breath comes out in a hiss. He’s hitting a deep, oh-so-sweet part of me. And the fact that we’re out in the open, where anyone on the grounds could happen upon us, makes me even wetter. I like knowing he loves me so much he will claim me in front of anyone and everyone.

And I really like knowing he’s so hard for me he can’t wait until we’re in private.

“That’s it, baby.” He fists my hair and tugs hard, forcing my head back so that he can kiss and lick my throat. The other hand slips between us to tease my clit, shooting off fireworks behind my eyelids. “So wet for me. Just for me.”

“Just for you,” I say as I pant with each thrust. I’m so fucking close already. I’m pent-up and needy as hell.

“When you come, firefly,” he says while he keeps working my clit with his thumb, “I want you to shout my name. You hear me? You let everyone around here know you’re mine.”

Our bodies are smacking together, the wet noises echoing in the covered area.

“Fuck. I love you.” He can feel that I’m on the edge, ready to free-fall over it. His thumb circles, and I sink down hard on top of him, grinding so that he’s as deep as he can be. “Come for me.”

My body lights up, and my toes curl. I come, shouting his name so loud I’m sure people on the other side of the grounds heard me.

“You’re squeezin’ the life out of me.” He lets go of my hair and tugs me in for a kiss, thrusting up into me as best he can with this angle as he comes.

“I like that face you make,” I tell him with a smile as my finger goes between his eyebrows to smooth out the crease there. “Every time you come, you get so serious and concentrated.”

“Because you damn near kill me each time,” he says, slapping me hard on my ass. “Trying to make sure I don’t pass out and miss the fun.”

I laugh as he kisses me all over my face.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Stupidly in love with you.”

“Cheesy.” I grin and roll my eyes.

“Thanks for giving me a second chance, firefly.”

“Technically, it was a third,” I tease.

“Well, I guess it’s true what they say, then.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly before pulling back, giving me a perfect view of those deep blue eyes. “Third time’s a charm.”

A couple of months later…

There’s a knock at the door, and Hayes is elbow-deep in his newest project: baking bread. His grandma used to make him grilled cheese sandwiches on her homemade bread, and he’s had a craving for the past few weeks. Katherine tried to make it for him, but he’s determined to learn by himself. So we’ve both just had to sit back and watch all of the failed attempts.

It’s funny, but goddamn is it messy.

“I’ve got it!” I call out to him as I run down the stairs. I moved in with him shortly after the fair because there was really no avoiding it. It was inevitable that we would get here, and neither one of us wanted to be running back and forth on the property to be with one another. And Betty doesn’t mind her new place a bit. She even takes naps with Hayes, lying right on top of him and tucking her little snoot into his neck.

“I think I’ve got it this time!” he calls back. “Dough feels right!”

“I have all the faith in you, babe.”

I pull the door open, and Wells is standing there, soaked head to toe from the rain. His chest is heaving, and if it weren’t for the stupid grin on his face, I’d think he was in trouble or something.

“Are you running from the cops?”

He groans and rolls his eyes.

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