Aly
Her body was still trembling. She looked down at Wyatt. Her thighs chaffed from his stubble. His lips wet from licking her senseless. But all she could think about was him filling her. Being inside her. Joining them in some kind of magical shifter bliss.
She nodded. “I’m going to love it too. I want it. I want you, Wyatt.”
She didn’t care that they were in the woods and that someone could show up on the trail. If he didn’t fuck her now, she would stop breathing.
She reached forward, slipping her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. She shimmied them off his solid legs. He was built like an Olympic athlete. She was in awe of his incredible body.
And holy shit, his cock was thick and long. She stared at it, erect and hard for her.
He grinned a mischievous smile, leaning down over her. He kissed her breast, sucking hard on her nipple.
She ran her fingers over his head. “Ohh, I like it when you do that.” It sent little pulses to her core.
He kissed along her collarbone, stopping to nip and suck against her skin. “I meant what I said, Aly. I will protect you. I will love you.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Now let me fuck you.”
She realized her knees were pressed shut. She had joined them, clamped them together maybe by instinct, maybe by accident. He was hovering over her, waiting for her to invite him in.
This was it. The moment that would join her with Wyatt forever. She wanted forever. She wanted to spend her life with someone. She had picked the wrong someone. Looking in Wyatt’s eyes, she knew this was the man. He was the one meant to sweep her off her feet. He was the one meant to give her the family she wanted. He was the one who would build a life with her in St. Claire.
“Aly?” he whispered.
She let one knee drift to the side and then the other. “Make me yours, Wyatt. Claim me.”
He dragged his lips over hers. “It’s been so long, I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled. “But I can smell you and taste you.”
She shook her head. “It’s been a long time for me too. I want to feel all of it. Don’t hold back. Please.”
He shifted so he was settled between her legs. She could feel the hardness of his shaft against her thigh.
“Will you let me take you the way my cock wants you?” he whispered in her ear.
She was so turned on by him, he could have asked to dangle her from a tree to have sex and she would have said yes.
“What does your cock want?”
“This.” His hands sank into her waist and he flipped her on her stomach. Before she could acclimate to the new position, he yanked her ass in the air.
“Wyatt, I’ve never…”
But he didn’t let her finish. His cock was nudged against her entrance and she felt an overwhelming searing sensation rush through her body. It was clawing at her, driving her, screaming at her to give herself over to his cock.
“Aly.” His hand ran over her back as her hips began to rock, coating her honey over his thick tip. “Just like that.”
She was grinding against the pressure of his erection, stretching only her opening. But it was enough to begin the sudden electric pulses in her core. She panted as she rocked harder. The full head of his cock slipped inside her and she groaned.
She couldn’t move anymore. It was too intense and consuming. His body was heavy on hers. She didn’t know how long he stayed locked against her entrance. Her fingers gripped the makeshift blanket of their discarded clothes as she tried not to buckle under the searing pain.
When she thought she couldn’t take the stretching anymore, she felt a bolt of steel slam into her. Wyatt’s hand tugged on one of her nipples while his other hand grabbed a fistful of hair. She screamed as he plunged into her center and then felt an overwhelming ray of bliss course through her.
“Ahh,” she moaned. The pain had turned to pleasure in an instant as Wyatt began to ride her from behind. It was glorious and exquisite how he would slide out of her, then thrust deep inside.
He gripped the soft flesh above her hips. “Fuck, Aly. I can’t slow down.”
“Don’t,” she urged. She was quickly building the throbbing heat that would send her into oblivion.
“You’re mine,” he roared into the forest.
“And you’re mine,” she cried as he pumped in and out.
She wanted to savor the feel of him, his heavy masculine scent, his strength and power as he consumed her body. She wanted to remember how he made her feel like the sexiest and most beautiful woman. But his climax was building and the harder she clenched around him, the quicker his possession of her became until he let out a roar that vibrated through her body.
With one final thrust he filled her with his hot essence. She gripped around his shaft as it pulsed inside her. It was a beautiful feeling as his magic rolled through her.
Wyatt collapsed on her back, quickly rolling on his side, dragging her to his chest. She sighed against the heat of their sweaty bodies. She felt completely content and sated.
“You ok?” He nuzzled in her neck.
“I loved it,” she whispered.
His hand tucked under her waist, and she felt the heaviness in her eyes. Her body hummed with something warm and peaceful. Every limb, ever muscle felt as if it were glowing.
The creek bubbled behind them.
“You’re cold.” Wyatt rubbed her arms.
“I can’t possibly be cold.”
“You have goosebumps. Come on.”
“I don’t want to leave.” The night was starting to fall. The first bits of a pink sunset peeped over the mountains. “I don’t want it to be over.”
Wyatt looked at the creek. “It’s warm in there.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Want to skinny dip with me?”
Aly laughed. “I’ve always wanted to, but I was too scared.”
“What about now?” He picked her up from the ground, stepping on one rock and then another.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t think I could be afraid of anything with you.”
He pressed his lips to hers. She felt him start to grow hard against her. Wyatt lowered them into the water. She gasped as the hot waves enveloped their skin. It felt like being in a large hot tub. She ran her hand through the water, dripping beads onto his shoulder. God, she loved his huge shoulders.
“Feels good,” he groaned, closing his eyes.
“You know you can put me down,” she said, her hands making circles against the smoothness of his firm chest.
“I could.” He dipped them lower in the water, so that it rushed over their shoulders. “Or I could do this.”
Her eyes flew to his as he adjusted her against his waist. She smiled and pulled her legs on either side of his torso.
“Your stamina is very impressive.” She smiled.
He nipped at her bottom lip. “I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
She sighed as she felt his cock sliding between her legs.
“Don’t let me stop you.” She fastened her hands to his shoulders. The hot water swirled between them.
Wyatt looked at her. “Fuck me, baby.”
“Ohh,” she moaned as she sank onto his hard shaft. The ripples of intensity exploded through her as she floated up and down on him.
They held onto each other, surrounded by heat, drowning in their desire for each other until their bodies consumed the other. Aly clutched at Wyatt and held him while they each shuddered under their release.
“Is this real?” she whispered.
He held her in his arms. “It is.”
She looked up as the last rays of pink hid behind the mountain. “We better get back to the inn. It’s getting dark.”
Wyatt laughed. “Scared of the dark?”
“I grew up hearing the stories about the ghosts and goblins out here.” She grinned at him. “Silly to think that now.”
“Yes.” He helped her from the spring and grabbed their clothes from the ground.
Aly sh
ivered, trying to shake the water from her arms and legs before struggling to pull the sweater and jeans over her damp skin.
“I didn’t bring a flashlight or anything.” She looked for signs of the trail.
He threaded his fingers through hers. “Don’t worry. I can remember our way.” He got the look of sudden focus in his eyes as his lead her down the path.
She looked up at him. It was going to take getting used to. The love of her life would always be a soldier first.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wyatt
He followed closely behind Aly’s car on the motorcycle he had borrowed from Glen. He had driven into town on this same road. Blown in with a puff of smoke and a need to escape the demons from Bhazni.
But those demons were the ones that had driven him straight to Aly. He parked on the street in front of the inn.
He waited for Aly on the front steps.
“I feel different,” she said.
“I do too.” He brushed the hair back from her face.
They stood facing the doors. On the other side was where they would start their life together. He never pictured himself a small town guy, but it had happened. He knew the name of every shop owner. He knew how ingrained the town was in Aly’s life.
“I can’t leave St. Claire, Wyatt.” She squeezed his hand. “Is this where you want your life?”
He didn’t need to give her a ring or the dress or even a damn date on the calendar. What bonded them together was much stronger than that. He’d do anything for this woman, but what she was asking for now was easy. It was the easiest decision of his life.
“It is. It’s where you are. It’s where we’ll raise our family.”
“And the inn? You’re ok with it?”
He nodded. “Of course. A retired Green Beret needs a hobby, right?”
She smiled. Her hands looped around the back of his neck. “I’ve never been this happy in my life. Never.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I didn’t know I could be happy. I didn’t think I deserved it.”
“Oh, Wyatt. Of course you do. I want to make you happy. You’ve been through so much.” She looked in his eyes. “Is this too fast for you? Maybe you need more time to sort out…”
“Hey, no doubts.” He had never been much for words. He always thought actions said much more. He could show Aly how he loved her better than he could tell her. She would learn more about his bear the more time they spent together.
She would know she was the parachute that finally let him drift to the light. She was worth staying for. She was his perfect match.
“Wait, you said kids?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
She swallowed. “How many?”
His hands cupped the side of her face, drawing her lips upward. “Let me take you inside.”
He felt her pulse quicken under his palms. “We have guests tonight,” she reminded him.
He ran his lips over her mouth. “Then you’ll have to be extra quiet.”
She purred against his tongue. “Take me inside.”
Wyatt scooped his arms under her legs, and kicked open the front doors. He carried his true love over the threshold. They were bonded in ways only they understood and felt. By the end of this night, he knew there would be one more link connecting them for the rest of their lives.
He nodded at Jenny and Sara as he marched through the lobby. Their eyes were wide. He started for Aly’s apartment behind the office. She giggled in his arms.
“You realize you’re going to have to meet my father.”
“Your father?” He stopped.
Her eyes slanted to the side. “Yes. Is that a problem?”
“He’s not coming back tonight is he?” Wyatt winked.
Aly slapped on the chest. “No.”
“Then, no, it’s not a problem. I’m happy to meet your father. After I have more time with you.” He planted a rough kiss on her lips. He took a step toward the office door.
“No, wait. Grab the keys for 409.”
“What’s that?” He stopped in front of the key box.
She smiled. “The bridal suite.”
He laughed. “Are you sure we should be allowed in there?”
She lifted the key from the loop and held it in front of him. “I’m not telling our children they were conceived in the woods.” She puckered her lips together. “The bridal suite sounds more romantic.”
“Can we order food from there?”
She nodded.
“And alcohol?”
“Oh yes.”
Wyatt tapped the elevator button and hit the light for the fourth floor. “You know I’m not letting you out of there.”
He saw the wonder in her eyes. “You aren’t?”
He shook his head, careful not to let the doors hit her when he stepped onto the fourth floor. He paused in front of the door of the suite.
“All I can think about right now is stripping you down and taking you every way you want. And then every way I want.” His eyes hooded with lust. “And then I’m going to do it again.”
The key turned in the lock and he shoved open the door. He walked to the bed and dropped Aly in the center.
“What are you doing?” She watched as he searched the closet and the dresser.
“Ah-ha.” He held up the sign.
He opened the door and hooked “Do Not Disturb” on the outside. He clicked the deadbolt in place, and peeled his T-shirt over his head.
“Are you ready for your honeymoon to start?”
She bit down on her bottom lip as he pounced on the bed. “Oh yes.”
He pulled her under him, inhaling every part of her. He had been broken. He had been clinging to the darkness. But Aly had changed all of that. There was a part of his soul that could never be touched. The part that would always be a Green Beret. The part that had survived the attack in Bhazni. But there was a new light in his soul, and it started with Aly.
He knew now it wasn’t a punishment to survive. It was a gift. And he wasn’t going to waste it in the darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Aly
“Here are your keys and please let us know if you need anything at all. Enjoy your stay.” Aly grinned at the young couple in front of her as they chatted over one of the brochures she had placed on the front desk.
Once they had walked away she let out a happy sigh. The inn was close to full for the weekend for the tenth week in a row. Business was booming and it was all thanks to Wyatt.
As if he had read her mind he appeared from the office and after a quick glance around the lobby, snaked his arms around her.
“Good Morning.” He purred in her ear.
She smiled. “Good Morning. I missed you during breakfast. How was the ride with Glen”?
It had been a whirlwind the past several months. Wyatt had fallen in love with St. Claire. Maybe loving it even more than she did. He came up with tourist packages that included tours of the hot springs, guided motorcycle rides through the mountains with the help of Glen and the expansion of the inn’s kitchen to include lunch and dinner.
“There you two are.” Her father called as he walked through the lobby hand in hand with Jean.
It still felt a little odd to see her dad with another woman besides her mom but Jean was lovely and made him so happy.
He came around the desk and clapped Wyatt on the back with a hearty chuckle and the men exchanged pleasantries and good natured jokes about a card game they had played the night before. Her father had been more than a little surprised when he had returned home from Seattle to find out that not only had she broken her engagement off with Mitchell but she had also found a new love with Wyatt. The first day he got back she took him on a walk just the two of them and told him what happened. Her father had finally admitted to her how he had never trusted Mitchell and was only happy if she was happy. Once she introduced him to Wyatt, all the pieces fell into place. Her father had began to see Wyatt as his own and the two had formed a
tight bond.
“Jean and I are getting ready to take a group down to the springs if you would like to join?”
Aly looked at Wyatt. “I think we’re going to hang back and do some paperwork”.
“Ok. See you later.” Her father and Jean made there way to the door, giggling like two teenagers in love. She smiled.
Wyatt’s arms returned to her waist. “We don't have any paperwork to do. I finished it all yesterday”.
She turned and kissed his neck. “I know”. She turned and reached under the desk and placed the Closed sign on the counter.
Taking his hand in hers, pulling him into their room. She turned and saw the fire in his eyes and they started trailing over her breasts. She sighed. She didn’t know being this happy was possible. They made their way to the bed. Falling back, they sank into each other as their hands started to explore.
It hadn’t been easy, but the past didn’t matter anymore. They had forever, and that was all that mattered. The future was theirs and it was going to be beautiful.
Thank you so much for reading Her Pleasure Warrior. I hope you loved Wyatt and Aly’s story. I have some fun books for you I’ve included.
xoxo,
Katerina
Second Chance Doctor
Copyright © 2018 by Katerina Cole
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Chapter One
My alarm sounded precisely at five a.m. I didn’t need it to wake me; I was already dressed and sitting on the edge of my perfectly made bed. I told myself that I still wasn’t used to the time change. Syria was seven hours ahead of Sweet Haven, Georgia.
The doctor training in me knew that three weeks was more than ample amount of time for my body to readjust to the time difference. The fact that I was still wide away at three a.m. every morning had nothing to do with the time change and everything to do with my inability to adjust back to civilian life.
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