The Resurrection of Wildflowers (Wildflower #2)(87)

“I know what you need,” he says in a voice that tells me not to argue with him. “The delayed gratification will be worth it. You’ll see.”

He hooks his thumbs in the back of his shirt, yanking it off and letting it drop to the floor. My core pulses with need and desire as I watch him undress the rest of the way.

He palms his cock, his eyes heated. He looks at me lying on the bed, naked and wanting for him.

“You’re mine, Sunshine,” he growls in a way that is somehow both possessive and needy all at once.

“Yours.”

I belonged to Thayer Holmes the summer of my eighteenth year. Neither of us knew it, but when he moved in next door, it was about to change both of our lives.

He pushes his way inside me, and we both moan from the pleasure of it.

“Do you feel that?” he asks, his voice huskier than normal. “Do you feel the way your pussy grips my cock? Your pussy was made for me and only me.”

He fucks me hard and fast, like he can’t get enough of me.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growls into the skin of my neck. I push him over, and he obliges, lying on his back so I can ride him. I roll my hips, my head falling back.

My hands lay flat on his chest for balance. He looks up at me like I’m a fucking goddess and dammit if I don’t feel powerful.

His thumb finds my clit and I gasp. “That, right there, don’t stop,” I beg, desperate for an orgasm after he denied me my first one.

He listens, though, and he was right, because when the orgasm overtakes me, I feel it through my entire body. I’ve never felt anything so powerful and intense.

My legs shake, threatening to give out and he switches our positions easily. His fingers dig into my hair, pulling at the strands.

I cry out again, another orgasm ripping through my body. “Thayer, oh God. Don’t stop.”

He fucks me so hard I know I’m going to feel it in my entire body tomorrow. But I don’t care. I love the reminder that I’m his.

He pulls my body up, until we’re sitting, rocking against each other. He’s looking right into my eyes. It’s intense, romantic, sexy. I wrap my arms around his neck, his chest hair tickling my bare skin. I kiss him, our tongues meeting just like our bodies.

“I think … I think … oh my God.” It feels impossible that my body can hit that peak a third time, and so close together, but it does.

Then he’s coming too, shouting my name.

We collapse onto the bed, our skin damp with sweat. He wraps his big arm around my torso, tucking me against him.

We both lay there, marveling in the intensity of our love.

I don’t care that this man is more than a decade older than me. It used to worry me, falling for someone so much older than me, what people might think. But fuck them, they don’t know us, they don’t know our love, our life, how hard we’ve fought to get here. I wouldn’t take back loving this man. Not for a thing.





CHAPTER 53





THAYER





“Babe.” I knock on the door for what feels like the hundredth time. “Let me in.”

“No. I have the stomach flu and I don’t want you to get it.” I hear her heave over the toilet. “Has Caleb gotten in from Boston yet?”

“No, not yet.”

I hear her throw up again. “I’m going to take Seda and run to the store. You need some Gatorade to keep your electrolytes up.”

She gags when I say Gatorade. “No Gatorade. Please.”

“Well, I’m getting something. There’s water in here on the nightstand. Try to drink it while I’m gone.”

I hate leaving her when she’s sick, but if she’s this bad off, then I need to get some things.

Downstairs, Seda sits at the kitchen table with her coloring book. “Hey.” I ruffle her hair and she looks up at me with a beaming smile. “We need to run to the store to get your mom a few things.”

“Okay. Can I get ice cream?”

This kid. She always knows how to sucker me. “Sure.”

She closes her coloring book, putting her crayons away. We drive into town to the pharmacy. I grab a bottle of Gatorade despite Salem’s protests, and some Pedialyte. Sure, it’s for kids, but what could it hurt? Seda trails along with me as I go down the next aisle, searching for some medicine that might help her kick this flu.

That’s when I stop dead in my tracks in the family planning aisle.

“Ow.” Seda rubs her forehead from where she bumped into the side of me. “Dad, why did you stop?”

Salem hasn’t bothered to take a pregnancy test for at least three months since it was constantly negative.

But it’s possible what she thinks is the stomach flu is … more.

A baby.

I swipe a pregnancy test and add it to the basket.

“What’s that?” Seda asks me.

“Well, you know how your mommy and me have been trying to have a baby?”

“Yeah.” She nods vigorously. “I want a sister.”

I chuckle. “We don’t have any choice in whether the baby is a boy or girl, but we’ll love them no matter what, right?”

“Mhmm,” she hums, running her finger along the goods that are lined up as I continue through the store. I’m still going to grab some flu medicine while I’m here, just in case I’m wrong. “But I still want a sister.”