I'm not sure how Wyatt and I made it back to his house. He held the steering wheel with one hand the entire time, running his free one all over my exposed thighs. It was an effort not to tackle him while he was driving, so when he finally pulls up his gravel driveway and puts the car in park, I'm not surprised when he tugs me into his lap.

"I'm goin' to take you on every fuckin' surface," he says. A rush of excitement twinges through my body, right to the spot between my legs. He took me right on the counter of The Starlighter kitchen only thirty minutes ago, and yet here I am, acting like a horny teenager all over again. "God, Macey, you have no idea..." He heaves out a sigh when I kiss his neck. "No idea how long I've waited for this."

It's quite the opposite, actually, but I'm not in the mood for wasting time. I don't want to have sex in his car. I want to see all of him. Every glorious inch of him without any clothing whatsoever.

"Inside," I pant breathlessly. "Right now."

He nods and wraps my legs around his waist, closing the door to his truck with his hip, and carries me up the porch steps. It's too dark to see anything, but a part of me is thankful for that. Caroline and Wyatt didn't break up that long ago, and I don't think I'm ready to see the little touches of home she placed still here.

Wyatt flicks on the lights with one hand while continuing to hold me with the other, and when I see the inside of his home, a tiny grin forms on my face. It's an open concept with the kitchen, dining room, and living room all visible as soon as you walk in, but there's not much stuff in here. There's just a couch and television with no plants or artwork hung on the walls. The kitchen seems to have the necessities, but no decorative utensil holder, towels, or anything of the girly sort.

It looks like a bachelor pad.

"You're judging it," he says with a wince. "I know it's not much, but ever since my Dad passed, I just haven't gotten around to finishing it, you know? It hasn't felt like home since he's been gone."

"No, Wyatt, I wasn't—" I shake my head, deciding to be honest. "I wasn't judging it. Your house is beautiful, I just thought that you and Caroline..."

He grips my chin and kisses me gently, so gently that my body instantly relaxes, feeling like jello. "I didn't want to move in together until after we were married. It was my decision, not hers."

"And have you brought anyone else here?" I pry, pushing my luck. "Not that it matters, I'm just curious—"

"Just you," he says sternly. His eyes meet mine, and the breath gets sucked out of my lungs. "Just you, Macey."

Never in a million years did I ever think Wyatt would forgive me or give me a second chance. A part of me feels like I'm dreaming. None of this can be real. But when Wyatt's lips press against mine again, when I get that feeling that I only have with him, I know this is reality and I'm officially the luckiest girl alive.

I'm never going to take him for granted again.

My hands wrap in his hair as he carries me into the bedroom, and the slow, lingering kiss completely vanishes. We're back to fast and sloppy, unable to get enough of each other, and I don't even pay attention to what his bedroom looks like. I'm only aware of being laid down on top of a mattress. Wyatt doesn't bother turning on a light. His tongue is licking in circles across my collarbone, and holy shit this feels amazing.

There has to be a time when we can take this slow, but right now... Right now I don't have the patience to take things slow. It's been way too long without him.

He removes his overalls, and even though it's dark in here, the moonlight casts a faint glow over that newly muscled and defined body. His lips are wet and his hair is ruffled from my fingers running through it. He looks like a goddamn masterpiece.

"I don't even know where to start," he says as he moves his gaze from my feet all the way to my head. I'm sprawled out on the bed before him, and to help him out, I shimmy out of my shorts and my underwear and toss them on the floor. He groans and sinks to his knees again, tugging me forward so that I'm directly in front of his mouth. "I'm never gonna get enough."

I'm practically writhing beneath him with anticipation, but he doesn't make me wait long. In seconds, his tongue is on me for the second time tonight, and I swear it gets better each time. The man knows how to eat a woman out, that's for sure.

With his large hands pinning my thighs down, I tug at his hair, arching my back, bucking my hips, literally anything to get every ounce of pleasure he's willing to offer. "Wyatt!" I scream when his tongue slips inside, and he chuckles deeply, moving his kisses up my stomach before crawling onto the bed beside me. I wasn't ready for him to be finished, but he grabs my body and slides me on top of him. He's so strong that I can't fight how strong he is. My pussy is on his face quicker than I can blink.

He devours me as if he's been deprived of food for weeks. His hands run up my back and then down to my hips to push me further onto his tongue. My legs are shaking as I tug on his hair and call out his name like a prayer on my lips.

"Oh, Wyatt, I can't. I'm so close. I'm going to—" With a dip of his tongue inside of me, I clench and release around him like a fucking tsunami. The floodgates have opened, and Wyatt welcomes them with an open...tongue?

He licks me through my post-orgasm jerks, and after having an orgasm thirty minutes ago on top of this one, I don't think I can take much more, but Wyatt flips me onto my back and slides home with one thrust. He fills me up completely and fully until I'm not sure there's any room left. His eyes don't leave mine as he slings my legs over his shoulders, thrusting harder than the last time.

Holy. Shit.

"Fuckkkk," Wyatt closes his eyes and hangs his head as he continues to move in and out. His cock is hard as a rock inside of me, and I feel every bit of him. Every single ridge. Every single vein. I feel it all. "I thought I'd last longer the second time, but I..." He moans. "Fuck, I can't. You're so fuckin' beautiful."

I don't think I've ever heard him cuss so much in one sentence. This position is deep as hell, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when he picks his pace up. I tell him it's okay if he's quick, that I'm almost there again, and when his thrusts become sporadic and he's pounding into me so hard I can hardly breathe, he tugs my tank top down to release my breasts, cursing for the third time as they bounce along with his thrusts.

He squeezes one of my breasts and bends down to stick the nipple into his mouth. "Mmm..." The vibration of his mouth on my nipple sends me spiraling again. In seconds, I'm coming so hard I'm seeing stars and unworldly sounds erupt out of me as I clench the sheets with white knuckles.

There's nothing on earth that feels better than this. I'm certain. Wyatt grunts as he comes, stilling inside of me as his cock jerks relentlessly. He's cussing again as he rolls off of me and onto his back, panting heavily, and then he tugs me against his hard chest, placing a kiss on my forehead. "We're never leavin' this damn bed, Macey. Not for at least two damn weeks."

I prop myself up on an elbow and laugh. "Good luck telling Loretta that. I'm sure she'll have some words about us both being gone for that long."

"I don't care. We've got way too much to catch up on. You're not leavin'."

Following his tiny line of chest hair with my fingertip, he shivers as I continue traveling south, stopping just above his V-line indent. "And you don't think she'll come looking for me when she realizes I'm missing?"

He shrugs. "It's a risk I'm willin' to take."

There's nowhere else I'd rather be than in his arms, but I quickly remember he didn't use a condom when wetness begins to trickle down my thighs. I stand up from the bed and cross one leg over the other. "Bathroom?" He points to the right of him to another door I never realized was there until just now. "Thanks. I need to shower."

"Uh...give me a sec. I'm behind on laundry. I'll bring you a towel. They're in the dryer." He pinches my ass on his way out, causing me to squeal and get my tail in the bathroom. His bathroom is even sadder than the living room. 2-in-1 shampoo and a lone hairbrush and toothbrush by the sink. I'm just thankful the shower and toilet are clean as I lean over to start up the water.

Wyatt returns in thirty seconds with a fluffy towel as promised. "Sorry, I didn't think any of this would happen tonight. If I had, I would have gone shoppin' and bought you some things."

Wyatt has always been caring and thoughtful, but he doesn't understand that just being here with him is more than I could have ever asked for. I'll use 2-in-1 shampoo every day for the rest of my life if it means I'll be able to wake up beside him.

Even though it would kill me.

He's completely naked in front of me, all man and muscle. I peel off the tank top I'm wearing and toss it to the ground, and I'm not sure if it's the steam from the shower, but I'm feeling lightheaded and ready for round three.

"Are you joining me?" I tease as I step into the shower. The walls of it are made of glass, so I can see as he watches the water travel down my body. Down my neck, my chest, my breasts...

"Yup."  He steps in behind me, running his hands over my stomach to pull me back against his chest. He doesn't make a move to start anything, instead, he's just feeling me. His fingers run over every inch of my skin. It's like he's trying to memorize me again, the new me, and I'm blinking away tears when he begins to run shampoo through my hair.  "I missed you so much," he whispers. "And Macey, now that our time is here, I promise you we are never leavin' my damn bed."

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