She laughed. “The skin over it is soft. Soft over hard.”
“Like this?” I pressed my dick between her thighs, sliding it along her pussy lips.
She sighed and let her head fall back against my chest. “Yes.”
I reached around and kneaded her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples until her backside was gyrating against me. I wanted to fuck her right there, just like that, but decided I wanted to see her come. There was nothing quite like watching Sinclair as her orgasm built and then released.
I turned her around and dropped to my knees, immediately fusing my mouth to her pussy. She cried out, her fingers gripping my head and holding me to her. I worked her pussy lips and her clit until her juices coated my tongue.
I stood up, hooking my hand under her knee and lifting her thigh over my hip. “Here’s how shower sex works.” Then I thrust in, hard, fast, deep.
She cried out again, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I pumped in and out. “Yes…yes…” she chanted. It was music to my ears.
I lifted my head, wanting to watch her face as she reached the pinnacle again.
“Oh God, Wyatt…” Her body went taut, her mouth formed that perfect O, and her pussy clamped down over me. Yes, so fucking perfect.
I let go, pistoning in and out of her, chasing my own release until finally I leapt over, emptying inside her.
* * *
I’d been starving when I woke that morning, but had been distracted by Sinclair’s luscious body. But once our shower was over, my stomach was rumbling loud enough for her to hear. We ordered room service, and I considered a “next time” that involved syrup, but I worried she’d think her body was all I wanted. Right now, it seemed her body was
the only thing she’d give me, but I was determined to have more.
After breakfast, the realization that our honeymoon was nearly over bummed me out. Maybe I should have pushed for two days. Or a week. I looked over at Sinclair and wondered if that wistful expression meant she too was sad to see our honeymoon end. Maybe I was getting through to her. What I would do to have her love me as I loved her.
“Will you be bringing Alyssa home when we get back?” I asked her as we drove back to Salvation.
She flinched and I wondered if she was bothered by my use of the word “home”. It told me that Sinclair didn’t see my place as her home, an indication that I had more work ahead of me if I was going to convince her that this marriage was forever.
“Maybe tomorrow. By the time we get back, it’ll be late in the afternoon.”
I nodded. “I won’t hurt her, Sinclair. And Mom will love her like her own.”
She gave me a smile but there was something behind that which didn’t seem right. “I know. That’s not why. I just don’t want to disrupt her life too much, especially since this is a temporary situation.”
My jaw tightened and my hands clenched the wheel. I nodded and made the same attempt at a smile as she had. “Of course.”
24
Sinclair
The truth was, I didn’t want to bring Alyssa into Wyatt’s home. Not because I was afraid that he or his mother wouldn’t accept her, but because I knew they would. Considering he was Alyssa’s father, those thoughts made me the worst person in the world. But whenever I tilted toward the side of telling him, my concerns about his leaving again stopped me. Why let her get close to him if he was just going to hurt her by leaving?
I was able to put off moving her to the farm for a few days, but she started to fuss and I missed her like crazy. Plus, it was getting harder to come up with excuses to tell Wyatt. So, the following weekend I went to my parents’ house to pick up Alyssa and bring her to Wyatt’s.
“Do you think Wyatt will let me help on the farm?” she asked as she bounced in the seat on our way back to his place. I should have been thrilled she was so excited, but I knew it was only a matter of time before everything was going to fall apart.
“Maybe some of it. I don’t know about the cattle, but maybe the chickens and horses.”
“I can’t wait to see the horses.” She clapped her hands.
As I pulled up the drive, Jasper Long passed me in his truck, pulling a trailer. He gave me a friendly wave. I waved back, wondering why he’d been there. Perhaps Wyatt was working with him on a plan to deal with Stark.
As I reached the house. Wyatt was out front with a gray horse on a lead rope, brushing its coat.
“Mama, look! It’s so pretty,” Alyssa’s face was plastered to the window.