There she went with the holys again.
“Jesus, yes.” She licked her lips, her body bowing slightly as I took her. “Yes, God. Right there.”
“Are you a religious person?” I asked curiously as I looked at her clit. Her pussy. How great she looked stretched around me. “Because you have a lot of religious words coming out of your mouth right now.”
She groaned and lifted her heels to dig into my thighs.
That’s when I realized how close she was.
Her pussy was rippling around me, and her nipples were pebbled into hard little peaks that just begged for my attention.
But I didn’t move or change my angle, because before the thought could even enter my mind to grab those perky nipples, her body started to convulse around me.
That’s when I realized that I was fucking up.
I should’ve had a condom on.
I should’ve been protecting her.
But I wasn’t.
And I realized that I didn’t want to, either.
The thought of her pregnant and heavy with my child made sense to me.
What also made sense was binding her to me in a way where she would never want to leave.
And a baby sounded like an excellent idea for that.
My balls drew up at that thought and before I could think better of it, I was coming. Inside of her.
Great spurts of my release left my body and entered hers.
Just the thought of it taking root was enough to make me come in a way that I’d never come before.
After we were both spent, we lay there panting, me probably making it harder for her to breathe since it seemed I couldn’t spare the energy to roll over and allow her the room.
It was only as I lay there like that for a good sixty seconds—I’d counted—that I finally regained enough sense to roll over.
I didn’t want her to die.
Not when I wanted to do that a hundred different times, in a hundred different ways.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to tell her that what we’d just done was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life, the yelling started from downstairs.
“My sister’s husband must be here,” I rumbled, nuzzling Wyett’s boob.
She laughed and pushed me away, then said, “Go get changed, buddy.”
I did, watching her rapturously as she did the same.
When we were both dressed and as ready as we were going to be, we headed outside into chaos.
“I know you weren’t watching him, you selfish cow!” Phil said with his son in his arms. “We’re leaving. Have fun with your family and your catty name-calling and your people that you got your rotten personality from.” Phil looked up at the two of us coming down the stairs, gave one nod to us, then left out the wide-open front door.
Oh, boy.
Mother really must’ve been in a tizzy or she would’ve closed that.
Nothing bothered my mother more than airing out her dirty laundry to the public.
I sped up and continued to drag Wyett, whose hand was in mine, down the stairs.
I’d just made it to the front porch when my sisters and mother converged.
“Don’t come back here, asshole,” Willa hissed.
I gave her a thumbs up and continued walking.
“Or you’ll regret it,” Della grumbled.
“Yeah, you’ll totally regret it,” Rella confirmed.
Wyett slowed, but I tugged on her hand lightly to keep her walking.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered.
She sighed and continued walking with me, but not before grumbling under her breath, “I don’t know how you survived this dragon’s den, but I’m glad that you did.”
I laughed all the way to my car.
CHAPTER 11
Wyett: age is just a number.
Hunt: false, it’s a word.
WYETT
I wasn’t sure where he was going, but when he pulled up at the house that Six shared with her new man, I was more than a little surprised.
“What are you doing?” I found myself asking curiously.
“You need your friend after that.” He paused. “And your friend happens to be with the man that’s controlling my leash, so to speak, so I’m going to kill two birds with one stone.”
I blinked. “What?”
Hunt laughed as he got out of the vehicle, then laughed some more when he saw the look on my face as he rounded the truck and opened my door for me.
“Come on. There are a few things I need to go over with him, and you can talk to Six if you’d like.”
I bit my lip as he all but tugged me out of the car.
“I haven’t told Six that I’m married,” I admitted. “I was waiting for the right time…”
He looked down at me and nailed me with a look. “Now would probably be the time. Because I didn’t hide you from Lynn. So it’s only a matter of time before she figures it out.”
Before I could reply to that, Six opened the door to her home, took about eight steps outside, and then pointed at me accusingly. “You’re married?”
I came to a stop, and Hunt let go of my hand and continued to walk.
Not only did he not look back, but he didn’t even break stride.
“Hunt!” I called out. “How could you leave me like this?”
His laughter followed him inside, leaving me with my best friend glaring daggers at me.
“How’d you find out?” I asked curiously.
“I found out when Lynn looked at the security monitors and said, ‘Oh, look. It’s Hunt and his wife, your best friend. Baby, will you go get the door?’” Six mimicked.
I blinked. “I was going to tell you.”
“Sure you were.” She paused. “Was this before or after my funeral?”
I sighed. “You’re being quite dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic. I’m pissed because this would be something that I would share with you. You’re my best friend. Yet you didn’t give me the same courtesy. You don’t keep secrets from me.” She narrowed her eyes. “Why did you keep this secret?”
I scratched my head right above my
