Page 10 of An Unfinished Memory

The nickname alone, a remnant of when we first met, should have flown the reddest flag I had, but it was a balm to my ears. “You know you do, cowboy.”

He gave an approving growl and rolled the tip of his thumb over my clit. “You gonna come loud?”

“Yes.” I hitched my knees up, propping a boot heel on the back of the front seat.

He circled my swollen nub, and I panted against his lips.

He kissed his way to my neck. The sandpaper stubble on his jaw had a direct tie to where he was touching my clit.

“I need to be buried deep in that pretty pink pussy of yours.” He dragged one side of my underwear down a leg. I bent a knee enough to get the scrap of lace over a boot, and somehow the fabric didn’t rip.

My heartbeat thrummed through my entire body. Awareness tapped at the edge of my consciousness, but I batted reality away. I wanted to feel good for once in a long time.

He unzipped his pants and barely a second later the thick, blunt head of his cock prodded my entrance. “You need this.” He wasn’t asking. Wilder never had to ask. He’d always known my body better than I did.

The alarm bell in my head rang hard, but dammit, I ignored it. I needed to be filled by Wilder one more time. “Get inside me.”

Lust swamped his face, and he thrust. I cried out. Fullness and pure pleasure.Yesss. Finally.

I felt whole for the first time in a year and a half. I concentrated on this moment. Any thought of the past or the future would only make me question how badly I fucked up.

Two

Wilder

I was home. Fucking finally.

Her body gripped me tight, demanding and greedy. She embraced my shoulders, and I pumped away. I knew everything about her body. The way her walls rippled around me—she was close to coming. I hadn’t done more than tease her clit, but with how she was folded in the back seat and the scant amount of leverage room I had, her swollen little clit got the perfect amount of friction with each thrust.

Still, I wasn’t going to last long, and I sure as hell wasn’t leaving her hanging. I put the whiskers on my jaw to good use and skimmed along her neck. The rough groan that left her nearly made me climax.

“You gonna come hard, baby?” I growled in her ear, knowing damn well my hot breath would tickle her and send electricity right to where we were connected.

“So hard,” she moaned.

Changing my angle should’ve been impossible, but I dug my hands into the bare cheeks of her ass and tilted her.

She barked out a cry. “Oh god.”

Fucking music to my goddamn ears. “That’s it, Sutton.”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted just moments before she arched, her hard nipples pushing into my chest, our wet shirts highlighting every scrap of our bodies. “Wilder.”

Her pussy convulsed around my cock, crushing my last restraint. To keep from ramming her head into the window, I braced myself against the driver’s seat and the headrest of the back seat. And I exploded.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I gave in to the most shattering climax I could remember. Her body took it all and demanded more, and I was so damn willing to give it to her. This was it. Everything I’d been missing for months. Since she’d walked out. I wouldn’t think about the repercussions. I only wanted to bask in the moment. To feel the relief at long last.

When the peak of our orgasms were behind us, I pried my eyes open. Sutton was blinking and swallowing air like I’d suffocated her. She skimmed her gaze over her hands fisting my shirt and then down to where I was still buried inside of her.

“Oh my god. Oh, shit.” Her words were colder than the rain that’d doused us.

I didn’t pull out. I needed to know what I did before I fucked up more. “What?”

“We didn’t use protection.”

Pregnancy had been as elusive as the “’til death do us part” portion of our vows. The other concern sunk in,wiping out the cozy afterglow I should’ve been basking in. The emptiness inside me yawned open again. “You’ve been with others?”

She slapped my chest, her mouth set in a mutinous line. “No.”

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