Chapter Nine
Josie
“Cami seemed pretty happy after Tag left,” Wyatt says, pulling away from the cabin and back onto the dirt road. I’d expected him to go the other way, toward the main road, but I don’t mind the longer ride with him, so I don’t ask questions.
“I think she was even more relieved when no man with a ship tattoo showed up.”
“What?”
I smile. “Your grandma mentioned some man with a tattoo of a boat and the broken mast. She said he’d be obsessed with Raven and that was all she could see. Cami was worrying about it, but I think having this Tag thing settled makes her feel better. Actually, I know it makes her feel better.”
Wyatt lands his hand back on my thigh and pulls off the road to a spot beside the riverbank where the pine trees shroud the water away from the road and glacial rocks lay haphazardly against each other. I’ve never been upstream this far, but I wish I had. It’s beautiful. “Do you mind if we sit here for a while?”
I shake my head as he puts the truck in park and hops from the cabin, gathering a stable blanket from the back seat, before opening my door for me. “I thought we could sit down river for a bit and wait for the fireflies to come out.”
I’m not sure if I should tell him that this is my fantasy. Maybe he’s psychic too.
“I’ve always wanted to bring someone down here,” he says, stepping down the bank before reaching up for my hand to help me down onto the river rocks below. “I just didn’t imagine that person would be so perfect for me.”
With my heart squeezing, I stay in his grip and settle onto the rough blanket he’s laid out on the stones. “I’ve always wanted this too, ever since I was a little girl. Everyone loves oceans and lakes, but I’ve always favored the rivers and the creeks. There’s something intimate about them, right?”
He nods, and leans into my lips, brushing against them gently. “Like they’re holding secrets.” His forehead leans against mine.
“What kind of secrets?”
He kisses my lips gently. “Passionate love affairs, family drama, treacherous escapes from the law. The list goes on.”
“Do we have any secrets, Wyatt?”
A low growl leaves his throat. “Depends on what you call a secret. I have things I haven’t said to you yet.”
My heart stills. “Like what?”
He looks at me with the soft gaze of a man with strength and vulnerability. “I love you, Josie. I knew I loved you the second I set eyes on you, and it scared the hell out of me. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before, a feeling I can’t push away any longer. I want you to be my wife. I want you to have our babies. I want all of you… forever.”
My stomach flutters and my pulse races at the electrical jolt that hits me the moment Wyatt’s words are in the air.
“I love you,” I manage through weak lips as my mind goes fuzzy. “I want everything with you, Wyatt.”
Leaning forward, I kiss his lips with heavy passion, toppling him backward on the blanket.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans. “You’re so perfect. I can’t wait to make you my wife and give you my seed.”
“Do it now,” I pant, lifting his t-shirt. “Give this river another secret to keep.”
“Are you sure? We’re out in the open. Anyone could walk by.”
“They won’t. It’s nearly dark, and we’re covered by the trees. I need you, Wyatt.” I unbuckle his jeans and tug at the fabric, desperate for his touch. “Please… I need you.”
He fists his hand into my curls and plants an open-mouthed kiss on the soft column beneath my ear. “I’m hungry for you, Josie. I don’t have any play left in me. If my jeans come off, I’m bending you over and I’m claiming you… all of you.”
My pussy swells and my heart races as I look him in the eye, tug his jeans off, and toss them next to the boulder to the left of us.
His eyes flicker with a carnal urge I’m not quite sure I expected, and he leans up from the ground, lifting off my sundress and tossing my panties to the side. He stares at my naked body, looking me over like a lion would its prey. Slowly, his hands rake down over my collarbone, over my breasts, to my hips and onto my ass then back up again. There’s no civility in his touch, only need as my thighs tremble with desperation. I’ve been touched before, but never like this. Never with this passion, this desire, this much urge. Leaning in, he licks each of my nipples with a swirling suction then pops off the top of them as his hard cock scrapes against my stomach.
Lust snaps and enslaves my throat until I call out for him. “Fuck me. Bend me over and fuck me, please!” I’m begging, desperate for him despite the pain I know is coming.
Standing, he guides me to the glacial rock at the edge of the river and bends me toward the babbling sounds of a million secrets all whispering out to be heard. I lie against the cool rock as my nipples perk and scratch against the smooth surface. Wyatt grips my hips and presses in slowly, spreading my tight hole with a level of pain and pleasure that I can’t describe.