Till Summer Do Us Part(97)

“Hey.” His brow creases as he notices my impending emotions. “What’s going on?”

I try to suck them down, hold them back, but it’s no use. I’ve been so fucking unhappy. The last few years of pain, disappointment, and hurt come tumbling down like a boulder, destroying my feeling of joy. Because it was never like this with Matt. He never sought my pleasure. He never delighted in me, in my taste, in my body. And I can see how that damaged me now that I’m not living in it anymore.

I stayed with someone who didn’t treat me the way I deserved for so long. I stayed faithful to a man who cherished his gaming console more than he cherished me. I don’t believe he had a physical affair, but in some sense, he had an emotional affair with the gamers he chose to spend time with rather than his wife. And I stayed. It’s breaking my heart all over again, simply because this stunning man holding me showed me what it was like to feel adored. Revered.

“Scottie, talk to me,” he says as my tears brim, ready to fall over.

“I’m sorry,” I say, sucking in a breath. “I’m just…my mind is reeling right now.”

“Good or bad?”

“It’s not about you.” I caress his cheek. “You were…you were perfect. You did nothing wrong. You actually did everything right, and I’m starting to realize that I spent so much time in a relationship with someone I shouldn’t have been with. I’m seeing that there is more out there in the world. There are people who’d appreciate me the way that I want to be appreciated.”

“Damn right, Scottie. You deserve so much more than that fuckhead was ever able to give you. And you can’t let him leave his mark on you. You can’t let him live rent-free inside your head, because he doesn’t deserve your time. You’re so much better than that. Better than him.”

“I’m really starting to realize that.” A tear falls down my cheek, and he swipes it away.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I think it’s a combination of a bunch of emotions. Sorrow for the woman who spent so much time with him. Joy for the woman who’s no longer with him. Excitement for the woman who just had the absolute best time of her life with a man between her legs.”

That draws a smirk from him. “Good answer. And for what it’s worth, easily the best experience I’ve ever had being between a woman’s legs.”

I’m about to tell him he doesn’t have to say that, but I stop myself, because I know I can trust him. I know he’s telling the truth. I know he wouldn’t say something just to say it. He’s not that man.

“Thank you.” I drag my finger over the scruff on his jaw. “Your piercings were unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“You liked it?”

“More than I probably should.”

He chuckles. “Well, make sure you take full advantage of it. Hop on whenever you want.”

“Better watch what you say. I might just take you up on that.”

“Pips, if you don’t, I’m going to be pissed.”





“Why are you wearing a towel?” Wilder asks as he lies on the bed…freshly showered and naked.

“Because I just got out of the shower.”

He shakes his head. “Not an excuse. Drop the towel, Pips.”

“We have a therapy session to get to,” I say, even though I start walking toward him.

“Well aware of the schedule. That’s why you need to drop the towel.”

“Wilder—”

“Drop…the…towel.”

He scoots off the bed and then crooks his finger at me, beckoning me over.

I slowly walk toward him, only for him to tug on my hand, forcing the towel to drop, and bring me up against his chest, where he wraps his arm around me and then uses his other hand to grip my jaw and tilt my mouth up to his.

In seconds, he’s consuming me.

His lips owning mine.

His hands claiming me.

Scooping me up.

And plopping me on the bed only for him to hover over me, where his tongue dances across mine, over my jaw, down my neck, and to my breasts, where he plays, lapping at them.

Squeezing.

Nibbling.

“God,” I moan, shifting beneath him and widening my legs, giving him more room.

He leans in more, pressing his body to mine, letting me feel just how hard he’s grown in the matter of seconds.

“We have…we have to be quick,” I mutter right before his lips find mine again, silencing me. He parts my mouth and then dives his tongue against mine, tangling them together and lighting me up in a way that I’ve only felt with him.

He makes me feel desired.

Needed.

Like I’m important.

He brings his hand down between my legs and runs his finger over my slit, gliding right against my clit with ease.

“Fuck, you’re ready,” he whispers, and then to my surprise, he lifts up and then turns me around so I’m on my stomach. He tugs on my hips, bringing me to the edge of the bed and then says, “Stick your ass up for me, Pips.”

I tilt my ass up in the air, he parts my legs, and then he slips his cock into me with one solid thrust.

His piercings run along my inner walls until he bottoms out, making me cry in pleasure, because nothing has ever felt this good.