Page 85 of The Wrong Guy

He pulls away from me with a glossiness over his lips that he swipes away with the back of his hand. He’s quick to kick off his boots and undress, climbing over me on the bed. Propped on outstretched arms, he hovers above me, and I reach between us. When I wrap my hand around his thick, hard cock, his eyes flutter and he groans low in his throat, the feeling of being powerful surging in me again.

I stroke him, up and down, with my fist getting tighter and then squeezing over the tip. “This cock ... mine. Your heart ... mine. You ...” I pause, waiting for him to open his eyes. Deep in their darkness, there’s still a tiny shred of doubt.

Doubt and hope, two sides of the same coin. And what took months from us because we didn’t just talk about what we wanted. I won’t make that mistake again. Dropping all my own guards and being vulnerable is scary, but it’s the only way to get what we both want.

“You ... mine. Because I love you.” The three words are weighted with a question. I’ve never said them to anyone before and deep down, I think I was waiting for Jesse to say them to me first. But I can see the relief wash through him as my truth settles into those cracks caused by doubt. He’s enough for me.

And I’m not too much for him.

We’re perfect, and together, we’re even better.

Looking between us, I guide him to my entrance, and he moves his hips, teasing us both. “Wren ...”

It’s hard to drag my eyes back up to his, but I do it. I’m rewarded by him slamming balls-deep into me and falling down to pin me to the bed with the length of his body. I spasm instantly at the pleasurable invasion. It’s exactly what I need.

His mouth goes straight to my ear and he growls, “I love you too. I’ve loved you for ages.”

No, that’s what I needed. And he knew it.

He takes a big breath and then pours himself into me, thrusting and rolling his hips to fill me over and over. I’m stretched delightfully, but want even more.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my feet to hold him deep inside me, and take control. Jesse lets me, holding himself still while I fuck him. He flashes that cocky smirk. “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy. Don’t stop. Never stop.”

I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. And when I dig my nails into his back for leverage to keep him locked against me, he throws his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. “Yes,” he groans.

I can feel the heat of his cum filling me in pulsing jets. He takes over, stroking into me hard and fast, but pulling back slightly to meet my eyes. His brow furrows as he fights to maintain our gaze, and the deep intimacy I see there coupled with the rough fuck is more than I ever dreamed. Using my inner muscles, I squeeze him, wanting to prolong his orgasm, but it sends me into another as he rubs over my clit.

“There you go, come for me, Wren. Take my cum, take me ... all of me.”

Jesse rolls us over, staying inside me, and I collapse on top of him with limbs askew. Panting with my cheek pressed to his chest, I smile. “That was ... wow.”

“Yeah, you are.” I’m too exhausted to lift my head, but I can hear the humor in his voice.

“Not too bad yourself,” I tease.

He’s so much more than that. He’s everything. He’s perfect. He’s the right man for me. It just took a while for it to be the right time for us. But now it is.

Now, it’s our time.

Epilogue

JESSE

“How’s the new addition going?” Hazel asks over dinner.

Wren shrugs. “Loud?”

I laughingly tell Hazel, “It’s going great. Should be done in three weeks or so.”

After we eloped, Wren and I decided to move into her house because she didn’t want to leave her neighborhood and Finnegan, the community cat who’s been staying at the neighbors’ house most nights now. I honestly thought Wren was fucking with me when she said she had a cat because I’d never seen the damn thing. But he’s real, he’s a jerk, and he likes to hide in the bushes, only coming out for food. To me, that does not equal a good pet, but Wren disagrees. Either way, I moved into her place and there’s a new guy at work who needed a place to stay, so he’s renting my house.

We also decided that adding a few hundred square feet to the back of the house was a good idea, and I’ve been working on that renovation after hours.

“And there’s no specific reason as to why you’re doing that?” Hazel’s like a dog with a bone on this one. She decided that the only reason Wren and I would go for a quick wedding and then immediately start building is because Wren’s pregnant.

Which she’s not. Yet.

We eloped because, as Wren describes it, “My brothers’ weddings were absolute circuses, and I’m not doing that.”