Page 34 of Wild Hearts

I’m not going to last long this way.

Grace is too damn sexy. Too damn hot and wet and fucking perfect.

“Touch yourself, baby. Play with those heavy tits. Show me how hard you pinch your puffy nipples,” I say, remembering the way they responded to my mouth when I sucked on them through her tee that day at my house.

“Oh, god… Wes…” Her nimble fingers slip beneath the vee of her neckline to pull her breasts out until they’re propped up by her bra, the pink nipples standing proudly at attention atop the round globes.

Immediately, she plucks at them, and I’m mesmerized by the way they bounce with each thrust of my cock into her pussy. Her whole body jiggles from the force of our fucking—it’s an addicting sight, one I plan to relive in the brightness of day where every hill and valley is visible to my hungry eyes.

“Damn, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, baby. You're such a good girl for me. Pinching those pretty nipples, squeezing my cock with this tight cunt. You trying to ruin me, sweetheart? Because I’ve never had anything this good, and I never will again. You’re it for me, Gracie.”

The raspy admission sends her over the edge with a cry of relief, and I quickly follow her, roaring out my orgasm as jets of cum fill the condom.

One of these days I’ll fill her pussy with my seed. I’ll have her walking around Suitor’s Crossing dripping of me, and the thought has another shudder of pleasure tingling down my spine.

“We’re gonna have to do that again,” Grace murmurs once we’ve caught our breath.

Laughing at the breathless wonder in her voice, I pull out and ease her feet back to the ground. “Don’t worry. Now that you’re mine, I plan on being inside you as often as possible.”

“The old me would be so jealous if she knew what was in store. You don’t know how many times I dreamt of meeting a man who put me first. Who took care of me, made sure I was okay.” Grace sinks into my chest and hugs my waist. “Thank you for showing me that those weren’t pipe dreams. That I wasn’t stupid to hope.”

“You don’t have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve. I’m sorry that hasn’t been your experience in life so far, but we’re changing our stories, remember? I’m letting down the walls I built because of my mom, and you’re distancing yourself from your family to create a more loving support system.”

My mom actually left a message this morning to see if I was coming home for the holiday. I texted her a ‘no’ then called Jordan. He understood my reasons for avoiding her and was content with our chat, letting me know he’d be playing video games all day with a buddy of his anyway.

“You’re right.” Grace stares up at me with a grin. “We’re changing our stories for the better.”

For the better.

Sounds good to me.

EPILOGUE

GRACE

Not for nothing, Suitor’s Crossing may be the best town in America. It’s adorable and quaint with its local shops and friendly citizens. Nature is at your fingertips with mountains rising on the horizon.

And, oh, yeah, it’s got a magical legend about soul mates.

You can’t get much better than that.

Especially when I met my heart spark the very first day I arrived in town.

The wind buffets across my body as we wind through the mountains. After a fifteen-minute lecture on safety, Wes is finally giving me that motorcycle ride he promised at the carnival.

No surprise that I love it.

The rush of adrenaline. The blast of invigorating air as we cruise down the open road. It’s everything I ever dreamed of.

Wes is everything I ever dreamed of, and more.

We’re wild and free together, just like I told him we could be.

And as we cross the replica of the famous Suitor’s Crossing bridge, the one that welcomes visitors to our town, a laugh of pure joy bursts from my chest.

Happy and in love with my heart spark.

Life doesn’t get much better than this.

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