Safe Bet (The Rules #4)(46)

I’m eager to welcome him in.

Wade stops, poised above me, and I can feel his gaze on me. I open my eyes to find him watching me, sweat dotting his forehead, his hair hanging in his face, his dark eyes filled with unmistakable want. My heart is racing and I’m trying to control my breathing when he finally speaks.

“You sure about this?”

I love that he’s still asking, even though we’ve already taken it this far. “I’m sure,” I whisper.

“Once this happens, there’s no going back.” He touches my hair, threads his fingers through it and I close my eyes. His fingers stroking my hair feels so good. Everything about this moment is good. Perfect. Right. “We won’t be able to change it. And I don’t want you to call this a mistake after it’s over.”’

Like I would. My eyes pop open to find him still watching me carefully. “I don’t want you to say that either,” I admit. A trembling breath leaves me when he presses his mouth to my forehead, and I close my eyes again. The onslaught of emotions I’m experiencing in this moment is overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

“You want me?”

I nod.

“Then you have me.” He slowly slips inside, filling me completely, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, not wanting to let him go. We remain still for a moment, I can feel him pulse deep inside my body, and it hits me that I’ve never felt more complete.

“I’m yours,” I whisper against his neck, just before he starts to move.

“Mine,” he whispers back, his deep voice possessive.

He claims me with every thrust, filling me more and more, deeper and deeper. I squirm beneath him, wrap my legs around his hips and anchor my body to his but ne never stops moving. He picks up the pace, pushing faster, rocking against me, his breathing ragged as he pants against my ear. I pull away so our mouths can meet and he devours me, our tongues tangling.

The tingling starts low in my belly, telling me I’m close. My breath starts to catch when he hits a particular spot and I whimper. Oh God, it feels so good. He feels so good. I don’t ever want him to stop. I want him to keep on making me his, over and over and over…

“Oh God,” I cry just as my orgasm hits me. Tremors race over my body, making me shudder again and again. He comes right after me, a harsh moan rumbling in his chest as he goes completely still for a single, hanging moment. Just before he shudders and shakes, my name falling from his lips.

Hearing him say my name makes my eyes pop open and he lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine, a satisfied smile curling his lips. He kisses me like he can’t resist my lips and I return the kiss with equal enthusiasm.

Sex has never felt so right before. Or so perfect. This man is somehow becoming everything to me. And while that’s a pretty serious thought, for once, I’m not afraid.

“Let’s do that again,” he murmurs against my mouth, making me laugh.

I’m not about to protest.





I bring Sydney back to Drew and Fable’s house the next morning, just before noon. We stayed up most of the night before talking, kissing, laughing, fucking…

Yeah. Lots of that, particularly the last one. We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. When we finally woke up and Sydney said she wanted to wash up, I followed her into the bathroom. Where I proceeded to join her in the shower so I could wash her hair, wash her body, then fuck her up against the cool tile wall. She loved every minute of it.

And so did I.

What I especially love is how it’s so easy, being with her. She makes me smile. I like her laugh. She’s smart. She’s interesting. And she drives me out of my mind with lust. One secretive look from her—even when she’s not trying to be purposely seductive, I’m a goner—and I’m ready to jump her.

Like right now. She’s giving me that one particular secretive look, with the little closed-mouth smile that drives me wild, and I’m contemplating taking her somewhere else, anywhere else. Just so I can be alone with her for a little while longer.

Shit.

I’m getting way too into this fake relationship. Getting way into this too real girl.

We pull into the Callahan driveway, my mood gone to shit when the front door of the house flies open and Fable’s running out onto the porch, waving her hand in the air. I roll down the window and hear her shout, “Wade! You need to come inside!”

Shooting Sydney a curious look, I park the car and shut off the engine. “What’s going on?”

Sydney shrugs, her gaze skittering away from mine. “I don’t know.” But she looks suspicious. Like she’s in on something.

Huh.

We get out of the car and I follow Sydney to the front door, where Fable is still waiting. She acts like she can barely contain herself, and when the two women share a mysterious look, I know without a doubt they’re up to something.

I just wish I knew what.

“Someone’s here who wants to see you, Wade,” Fable murmurs, taking my hand so she can lead me into the house. After she shuts the door, Sydney follows behind us, and my mind is busy trying to figure out who could possibly be here, wanting to see me.

“Who is it?” I ask, knowing my question is futile. They’re going to drag this out.

“You’ll see,” Fable singsongs, looking mighty pleased with herself. She leads me toward the living room and I glance over my shoulder, sending Sydney a questioning look.