I shut my mouth. No, I didn’t. I sank onto the bed and sighed. Wrenn sat next to me and reached for my hand. She was so warm. How did she do that?
“Look, she’ll be angry, but whatever she does it has to be better than the alternative, right? As soon as the police start questioning you, our secret is going to come out.” The coffee maker boiled. She stood up and filled two cups with coffee and cream.
“Thanks,” I muttered, taking the coffee from her outstretched hand. “I’m going to stay at Mom’s for a few days. I can’t stay here, staring at there walls. It’s driving me crazy.
“So I won’t see you?”
“I’ll give it a few days and see where this goes. Hopefully I’ll be back before you even start missing me,” I said. I set the coffee down and reached for her hand, pulling her onto my lap.
She sat, straddling me, my arms around her waist. Even a few days away from her was too long, but I couldn’t stay where I was.
“I already miss you,” she mumbled, frowning.
I kissed the tip of her nose and rested my forehead against hers.
“I can barely get through a few hours without you, Dalton.” Her voice cracked as she closed her eyes, refusing to look at me.
Gently I lifted her chin, my lips pressing against hers. As we kissed, arousal began to build inside me. I slipped my hand under her sweater, running my fingers along the curve of her spine. She sighed as my lips found her neck.
Her fingers closing around the hem of her sweater, she lifted it over her head. God, she was so fucking sexy. I kissed hers breasts around the cup of her lacy black bra, pulling it down to expose her soft skin. My mouth fondled her nipple until it sat erect.
“I want you so fucking bad, Wrenn.”
She kissed me and then stood up, wiggling out of her jeans. Pushing me back on the bed, she reached for my belt, unbuckling both it and my pants. I lifted my hips, letting her pull them down, along with my boxers, until they pooled in a pile on the floor. My cock ached for her as she kneeled down. Taking the tip in her mouth, she began to suck.
Oh lord. Fuck yes. Her tongue ran along the length of me as her soft lips worked my cock. My hands found her head, my fingers raking through her long, silky hair. There was something incredibly erotic about watching her as she sucked, her eyes firmly on me, like she knew the power she had over me.
“Come here,” I panted, reaching for my wallet. I pulled out a condom and rolled it over my erection. Taking her hand, I helped her onto the bed, lowering her onto my length. She groaned as I slid inside her, grinding against me as I rocked her back and forth.
My fingers roamed up her bare waist, running over her breasts, squeezing them in my hands, then back down, clutching onto her hips, thrusting myself deeper inside of her.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped. She bent over me, her breasts spilling in my face as she rode my length. I curled my tongue around her nipple and sucked hard, making her scream out. “I’m going to come. Oh God, yes!” she cried as I rocked her faster.
Oh God, what this woman did to me.
I gasped as I released, her nails digging into the skin on my chest, the pain nonexistent in the midst of the orgasm I was experiencing. She drove me crazy and pressed every single button, sending everything about me into overdrive.
She collapsed beside me on the bed, panting heavily. I rolled over and spooned her, exhausted and content. I knew she couldn’t stay, but even a few minutes with her in my arms was worth everything.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
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Wrenn
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Even before I left Dalton, I’d made up my mind to tell Layna everything. I couldn’t see the point in keeping us a secret any longer. There was no other way out of this mess for Dalton, and in a week none of it would matter. The only problem was Dalton’s career—but Paige had pretty much made sure that was a bust.
Dan was out when I got home. I was glad. This was going to be hard enough with just Layna. She would tell Dan, and I was fine with that, but telling both of them together was way too overwhelming. I found Layna in her office, eyebrows creased and deep in thought, poring over papers. I rapped on the door. She looked up and smiled.
“Can I talk to you about something?” I asked her, walking over and sitting down opposite her, my hands clasped tightly together in my lap.
“You can always talk to me. What’s up?” she asked, taking her glasses off.
I held my hands together to try and combat the uncontrollable shaking in them. I was honestly terrified of what she was going to say. “I need to tell you something. I know you’re going to be angry, but I hope you can at least listen to what I’m telling you and be open-minded.”
Layna frowned at me. “You’re scaring me, Wrenn. Are you pregnant?” she gasped.