Doin' a Dime - Vale, Lynn (epub read online books .TXT) 📗

a bitter pill in your throat as you think about my sexy as fuck wife saving your son from dying.”

Willa’s mouth dropped open.

I turned to my ‘mother.’

“And you,” I spat. “Thanks but no thanks. I’m not your child. I’m some whore’s son. That is actually better for me. I really appreciate you saying that I’m adopted all those years, though. It makes me feel better that people won’t know that I’m related to this asshole family in any way by blood.”

I paused. “And seriously, don’t come knocking when shit hits the fan. Leave me out of it.”

Shit hitting the fan being me going around digging for their dirty laundry and airing it out.

Because I would.

After today, there were some things that they needed to atone for.

A lot of things that I’d been covering up that I wouldn’t be any longer.

With that, I walked away and didn’t look back.

Stripping off my soiled shirt, I tossed it on the ground next to my car.

After grabbing my clothes from the trunk, I headed up to my room, my head in the clouds, and didn’t think about the fact that Wyett was likely naked on the other side of the door.

At least not until I pushed it open and walked in on her in just her towel.

Her beautiful breasts were spilling out of the tiny white towel that was wrapped around her, and the slice of upper legs peeking out was even more enticing at the slit of the towel that wouldn’t quite cover her lower half.

“Eep,” she said, starting to turn away.

Only, her eyes caught on mine before they did and she froze like a deer in headlights.

“Hunt…”

I couldn’t help it.

I needed it.

I needed her.

I wanted her.

I… just couldn’t.

I took two long strides her way, slamming the door as I went, and caught her up around the waist.

“Hunt!” she gasped.

Then I had her pushed against the bedroom door with my body pressing against hers.

Her eyes were wide, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my lips to hers.

Blame it on adrenaline. Blame it on my lack of control over the situation—something in which I had to have at all times, or I got a bit lost.

Whatever my reasoning, I lost all semblance of control in that instant.

The moment my mouth touched hers, everything exploded around us.

The noise that I could hear—the kids screaming, the adults arguing, the constant groan of the air conditioner above our heads—all of that fell by the wayside as I got my first taste of my wife.

The woman that I’d been non-stop thinking about for so long.

One thousand, three hundred and thirty days, to be exact.

From the very first day that I’d run into her, I’d wanted her.

I hadn’t realized just how much until she’d slowly started to worm her way into my every thought sometime after her fourth visit to the penitentiary.

Though, it wasn’t until one of the inmates by the name of Randolph Remeron commented on how ‘hard he would fuck her ass’ after seeing her with me for the first time that I truly understood the depth of my feelings for her.

That was also the first and only time that I’d beaten the absolute dog piss out of someone.

That was also the day that I stopped wearing glasses during my prison stay because I realized what kind of danger they posed for me.

Getting glass in my eyeballs that one and only time had been the turning point for me.

That’d also been how I’d caught my very first scar on my eye.

I pulled back, my breath leaving me in pants, and stared at the woman in front of me.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” I admitted.

Her face fell and she went to push away, but I stayed firm.

“But I’m not sorry it happened,” I continued, my eyes taking in every single inch of her. “I’ve wanted to do that since the very first day I met you.”

Her mouth snapped closed as she looked at me in surprise.

“I’d very much like to copulate with you,” I said, reverting to my nerd side when I got nervous.

Her lips twitched. “Copulate?”

I shrugged. “I’d say fuck, but I almost feel like that’s a little too suggestive.”

“I think ‘copulate’ or ‘fuck’ are two things that are both equally suggestive.” She pressed her fingers against the black glasses on my face and pushed them farther up my nose until they rested more comfortably. “And as much as I’d like to do this, we’re at your parents’ house. I’d rather not…”

“I’d rather,” I told her, pressing my hard erection against her. “And it’ll serve to piss my parents off even more. Let’s.”

My words caused a smile to light her face. “Are you trying to tell me you’d have sex with me for the first time in your mother’s house when you just told her to fuck off?”

I grinned. “You heard that?”

She nodded. “I touched myself in the shower to your words.”

I snickered and reached for the towel that was separating her naked body from my clothed one.

She gave a half-hearted attempt at holding it in place, but ultimately held on not much longer than a half second.

The moment that she was bared to my gaze, her eyes dilated, and she placed her hands over her chest in reaction to the growl that left my mouth.

When her hands moved, I caught them up in one of mine and pressed them against the wall above her head.

“No,” I said. “Let me look at you.”

She squirmed underneath my penetrating gaze.

“When you look at me like that, I feel vulnerable,” she admitted, her lips pursing as she looked away.

I caught her chin with my free hand and directed her to look at my face once again.

When she looked up, the vulnerability in her eyes made my heart jolt.

“I want to do nothing more than to make you smile. Give you everything you could ever want. And make you happy all at the same time,” I told her. “When you look at me like that, I feel like I’m