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  She giggles and I look up to realize I’ve completely mauled her and then landed on top of her small body.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, kissing her lips softly, and she smiles at me.

  “Don’t be,” she says as she wraps her legs around me and wiggles her hips.

  “Want another ride?” I ask, and she bites her lip before she nods.

  7

  SAVANNAH

  I smile as I lie in bed next to my husband. God knows how many times I’ve dreamed of being like this with Wyatt. I’ve been drawn to him since the moment I saw him and I’ve decided to stop fighting it.

  I had hoped yesterday that maybe I’d be able to break free of him, but Wyatt had other plans. He’s the most predictable unpredictable person, yet he still manages to surprise me at every turn. I should have known that he was playing the long game.

  I thought I knew what sacrifice was when I was doing what my family wanted. I tried not to rock any boats because I thought by giving my father what he wanted he’d love me. It was pathetic.

  If what Wyatt said to me last night is true, and that he loves me, then he knows sacrifice more than anyone. Thinking of him married to another woman makes me want to vomit. My heart hurts thinking about what it was like for him that day. He waited for me and I wonder if he would have come for me if not for the divorce. How long did he know it was fake? Maybe if I looked at my annulment papers or the prenup, I could see something there. I didn’t pay any attention to it because it never mattered. The day my father made me marry Aiden, I thought I lost everything. I signed what I was told because what else could have been taken from me?

  But as Wyatt holds me in his arms I’m reminded that it doesn’t matter. I’m here now, and there’s nothing ever coming between us again.

  For the first time in my life I want to thank my mother for making me always do those stupid exercise classes. I can keep up with my husband and his appetite for me. I might have passed out first, but I’m wide awake now.

  I look over at him and see him sleeping with a smug look on his face. I used to tell myself I hated that look, but that was a lie. I’ve wanted to kiss that smirk for years and last night I’d done more than that.

  I’m draped across his big body and his arms tighten as I press my lips to his.

  “Where are you going?” he asks with his eyes still closed. “Are you trying to get away from me already?”

  “I was going to kiss you but—”

  My smart-mouth comment is cut off when he rolls me over and his mouth comes down on mine. I moan, enjoying him taking control. It’s something I never in my life thought that I would want, but maybe it’s because Wyatt is different. It’s sweet and endearing and I love how much it’s about us. This has nothing to do with the rest of the world or what our obligations are.

  I raise my hips in invitation, needing him inside of me again. I lost count how many times he made me cum last night and into the early morning. I still want more. I’ve never felt this close to anyone and this is different on so many levels. The way I feel with him right now is everything and I don’t want it to stop.

  “Princess.” His warning tone doesn’t stop me. In fact, I think it has the opposite effect. I know with him he’ll let me get away with anything.

  “Wyatt,” I beg, as everything about him pushes me to plead for more.

  “I’ve got you, but only with a kiss.” I pretend to pout, which I’ve noticed it turns him on. Before I can say a word, he slides down my body and between my legs. “You’re sore. Let me take care of you.”

  He kisses my tender skin and it’s so gentle and sweet I want to cry. Not only because he loves me but because I get to see this side of him, a side no one knows. We both have this part of us hidden from the rest of the world and it makes the bond between us stronger.

  He licks me slowly as he pushes my pleasure close to the edge. I dig my fingers into his hair as his swift tongue gets me there so quickly. Maybe this why I’ve never been drawn to another man. My body has always known it belongs to him. He controls it with ease and I yearn for every touch.

  My body comes undone and I cry his name. I release my grip on his hair and melt into the bed. I open my eyes and realize he’s still there on his knees between my legs. His eyes lock with mine as he presses the tip of his cock into me. I watch the muscles in his arm flex as he jacks himself a few times. I gasp when his warm release shoots inside of me and fills me up again. He groans my name and the sight of my husband overtaken by pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  He wasn’t joking about the pregnancy and he was making it clear. I can see it in his eyes when he lets go of his cock. I lick my lips when I see a small bead of cum at the tip and I want to taste it.

  “No,” he tells me, moving over my body and planting his hands on either side of me. “Don’t ask me to cum in your pretty mouth.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I’ll do it, but not yet.” He brushes his big hand against my stomach.

  “Something to look forward to,” I say, leaning up a little to touch my mouth to his. I let out a small, happy sigh when I taste myself on him. I never thought the day would come when this would happen and he was mine.

  “Food,” he tells me before pulling me from the bed. He kisses me then walks over to open the curtains.

  The sun pours into the bedroom and I glance around for a clock thinking it has to be late morning. I freeze when I see I’m in the master bedroom. I don’t remember coming up here. I mean, I knew we came upstairs but I was a little distracted while being carried to bed.

  My things are here and my heart races when I see all my art notebooks stacked up together with my drawing table. I kept them in a spare room at what I guess is now my old place.

  “You kept them locked up. So I did the same.” He shrugs, explaining why the door was locked.

  “Because I didn’t want my father to find them,” I admit.

  It’s silly, because my father didn’t come to my house, but the moment I got space of my own I rushed out to buy supplies and a lock. I told myself it was the one thing that was for me, but I was so scared he’d take it from me again. I put two locks on the door to try and reassure myself. Aiden never asked why because he never invaded my privacy. We were close in some ways but private in others. It wasn’t until recently that I saw how distanced we were in parts of our lives.

  “I moved those myself,” he says as he walks towards me. “I moved a few other things I didn’t want anyone else touching.” He cocks a smile and I know he’s talking about my underwear.

  “You broke into my room?” I tease.

  “Yep,” he says easily before kissing me and walking his naked ass towards the bathroom. “I’ll do anything when it comes to you,” he throws over his shoulder. “Feel free to do the same. I’ll enjoy it. I’m going to shower and make you something to eat. Join me if you want.” With that he disappears into the bathroom, leaving me standing there with my mouth open. I know I should be mad but I laugh.

  “You don’t have to lock the door,” I say more to myself since Wyatt can’t hear me over the sound of the running shower.

  My father thinks he can do as he pleases, but I don’t think Wyatt would stand for anyone walking into his home uninvited. Our home. I could tell if Wyatt made his move yesterday then he was ready for battle. Though I don’t think he has any intentions of telling me what his plan is or what he has on my father.

  My hand slides over my stomach and I wonder if I could be getting pregnant right now. I still feel Wyatt’s cum between my thighs, so it’s a possibility.

  I’m always left out of the plans and I swallow, suddenly feeling unsteady. I don't want to be on the sidelines anymore. It’s how my parents operated and I hate their marriage. If I’m honest with myself, I can admit to hating them, but I still hold on to a small piece of hope that one day they’ll see reason.

  I’m not going to ask for permission anymore. I’m going to become a woman of action. Maybe I can stop whatever the blow-up from this
might be. I can try and make my father see there’s no reason for a war with Wyatt. Maybe he could get in a few jabs, but what would be the point? Wyatt has not only made a name for himself but he’s built up his own stack of cash. That’s what my father holds most dear and he can’t wrap his mind around others not feeling the same.

  This could turn into a bloody war and it’s one Wyatt wouldn’t let me get involved in. But I’m not standing by this time like some pretty thing to be put on the shelf.

  I’ve had a taste of what a life with Wyatt would be like and I want it. I also want him to see I can fight for this and that I want to fight for us. I want to stand beside him and build this family together, a family so different from my own.

  If I had to guess, Wyatt let me go because he wasn't ready. He knew that somehow I could get hurt because his plans weren’t fully in place. One of the things I love about him is the passion and the fight inside of him. I’m guessing he thought back then I might get hurt in the fight. It’s clear to me now that Wyatt is the exception to the rule.

  He always has been.

  8

  SAVANNAH

  “I had no idea you could cook,” I moan as I rub my stomach.

  Not only can Wyatt cook but he’s made a freaking feast. I enjoyed watching him cook almost as much as I enjoyed eating it.

  “I’ve got all kinds of skills,” he teases, pulling me from my chair and into his lap.

  It’s the middle of the week and I don’t think he has any plans for going into work today from the look of things. He’s dressed casually in jeans and a buttoned-up shirt and he’s not checking his phone every two seconds like most men do. In fact, I haven't seen him with one all day.

  Before today I never thought about the simple pleasures of being married—well, of a marriage between two people who want to be together. Getting dressed and making breakfast together is so simple but so perfect. But to be fair the only thing I have to compare it to is my fake marriage to Aiden and seeing how my parents were together.

  Aiden's parents were always sweet to each other. They meant well, but I kept my distance from them these past few years. I was close to his mom when I was little, but when we lost Aiden’s sister things felt different. They wanted me to be something that I wasn't. I think that’s how they got so wrapped up in Aiden and me getting married. They wanted a little girl again, but I wasn’t her.

  If anything it made me put distance between us. I wonder how she’s taking all of this right now. I worry more about her than my own mother. Aiden’s fiancée is sweet, so maybe now Aiden’s mom will actually get what she’s looking for. That’s the best I can hope for at this point. I want nothing more than that whole family to be happy.

  Wyatt’s hand drifts across my stomach and pulls me from my thoughts. He doesn't want me to be anyone I’m not and it’s so freeing. Yesterday I thought I was going to break apart, but being accepted is a whole new feeling.

  “That’s a food baby,” I tease him, and he laughs. The softness from when we were kids shows a little in his face and I see the gentle side of my Wyatt.

  “It will be real soon enough,” he tells me before giving me a kiss. He runs his hand through my hair to tuck one of my long locks behind my ear.

  “We’ve lost a lot of time.” I rest my head on his shoulder.

  There are things I need to be doing, but when I’m close to him like this I don’t want to move. He’s right though. There will be a baby in there soon enough at this rate and we need to have things straightened out before then. Not between him and me because it’s clear this is happening. I know neither of us want my father touching the family we’re about to build together. I want a clean slate and I need to stand up to him.

  “I know, and I promise to make up for it. It’s not like it wasn't worth the wait,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

  He’s right. It was.

  “How long would you have waited?” I ask. When would he have come for me?

  “You were always going to belong to me, Savannah. Never doubt that.”

  “And if I hadn't wanted you, too?” I poke at his hard chest in an effort to lighten the mood. I can tell by the look on his face he doesn't like talking about the time when we apart.

  “I would have become what you wanted,” he says easily.

  “You’re so full of it, Wyatt,” I laugh.

  “I’d do anything for you, Savannah. Even let you marry another man if I thought it was best in the moment. Everything I’ll ever do is for you.” My heart flutters in my chest. He told me that he loved me, but this is different. It’s deeper somehow, more than love.

  “I want you to be you. Promise me right now that this is you.” His words are sweet and I know that this is the man I love. He’s the cocky bastard who ruled my every thought in high school and the man who was never far from my heart. “This is me, princess. Somehow you want the real me.”

  “That’s because you’re always real. That’s all I ever want.”

  “I know.”

  His body softens under mine as he delves his hands into my hair. He pulls me to him and our mouths meet for a long kiss that leaves me breathless.

  “I want nothing more than to take you to bed, but you need to rest.” I try to change his mind but he cuts me off. “Soak in the tub and relax. I’ll be all over you again tonight,” he adds with the smile I love.

  Tonight isn't that far away since it’s already past noon. “I would say let me soak in the tub and cook us dinner, but I hate to tell you—”

  “You suck at cooking. I know,” he chuckles.

  “How do you know?” I slap his chest. I must get it from my mother because I’ve never seen her cook a day in my life. I’ve tried to cook a few times but failed at it. Maybe now that I have someone to cook for I could give it a shot again. Back then I didn't care if I could cook, but now I do.

  “I know everything about you.”

  “Wyatt Carmichael knows everything about everything,” I smart off before trying to hop from his lap, only he’s still got a hold on me.

  “I don’t know where you’re think you’re going right now.” His warning tone is laced with good humor. This is my body's favorite thing as everything inside me lights up with excitement.

  “You told me to take a bath.” I make a show of smelling myself.

  “You smell like us mixed together. As much as I hate for you to wash it off, your tender pussy needs a nice long soak. Come on.”

  He carries me through the house and up the stairs into the bathroom. He places me on the counter and I watch him draw a bath for me, even putting salts and bubbles in for me.

  “This should help. Soak and enjoy yourself. I’ll be in my office unless you want me to stay.”

  “You’d stay and watch me lie in a tub?” I lift an eyebrow at him.

  “You think I’d rather work over watching my wife naked in a tub? I only offered to go to my office so I can control myself from taking you again.”

  He moves between my legs and his big size makes them spread wide. I tilt my head back to look up at him and he gives me a kiss. I didn't know I was so hungry for sweet affection until he gave it to me.

  “I’d undress you but—” He sighs as he lifts his hand and takes a step away from me. I debate letting my robe fall off me, but I don’t want to torture my husband. He’s waited long enough to have me.

  “I think I can manage,” I say, hopping off the counter.

  “Love you,” he tells me before giving me another quick kiss and leaving the bathroom.

  I don't know how long I soak in the bath, but I get up sooner than I probably should. My mind won’t stop working and I’m full of excited need.

  When Wyatt is near I forget about everything else and it’s only him and me. I know there is a whole world out there and even though he might have built a giant wall around this perfect home, everyone is still on the other side of it.

  I pull myself from the tub and grab a towel. After I get out I go to the closet and get dressed.
I want to go see my father, but I’m not sure how that will turn out. The man has to be blowing up my phone at this point, but Wyatt has done something to it. Maybe it stopped getting calls. Hell, I don't know where the thing is and I don’t know if I want to find it either.

  I’m not going to stay locked away like I did before. I’m ready to take a stand.

  9

  WYATT

  I smile when I see her walk into my office and come right to me.

  “That wasn’t a long enough bath,” I say as she sits down in my lap.

  “Do you have my phone?” she asks, and when I look into her emerald eyes I see she’s got her mind made up.

  “You want to talk to him, don’t you?” I ask, and she nods.

  Shit. I’ve wanted to keep this pain from her, but I know it’s something that she needs to face. I open my desk drawer and take her phone out. It’s turned off, but I knew it was a matter of time before we needed to set things straight. I’m not worried that we’ll end up right back here and in our bubble of love, but I wish there was a way I could protect her from the hurt I know her family is going to inflict. They will never give her what she needs. They don’t deserve her.

  “And you know I’m going with you, right?”

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” she says, reaching out and touching my face.

  “Princess, nothing could keep me away.”

  I stand up with her in my arms and carry her to the front of the house. We grab our coats and then go out to the garage and she begs me to take the truck.

  “We’re not going far. It should be okay to make the trip,” I say.

  She climbs in the cab and I go in after her. “I’m nervous,” she says after a long silence.

  “Don’t be. I’m going to be right here with you the whole time. There’s nothing he can say or do to separate us.” I wink at her. “Besides, I’ve got something on him that will keep him in line.”

  “Care to tell me what that is?”

  “Let’s wait and see if he’s willing to play ball first,” I say, and she nods.