Lost and found, p.15
Lost & Found, page 15
“As is my telling you I’m a damn good shot with my rifle, Holloway. I’m fine with it as long as she is. What say you about it, Eliza?” Nate’s lips were twitching as he asked his niece.
She tried to suppress her smile, thinking she should at least play hard to get, but hell, who was she kidding? She wanted Wade as much as he wanted her. “I would love to go out on a date with you, Wade Henry Holloway.”
“Well, I’ll pick you up at six o’clock on Friday evening then,” Wade said with a dopey ear to ear grin.
Eliza winked at him before entering the house.
She’d said yes to him. On the inside, he was as giddier than he had been when he lost his virginity. Flowers. He needed to get her flowers and-
“Why are you still standing on my porch?” Nate asked gruffly.
“Sorry, Nate-I mean, sir-I mean-” What the hell was wrong with him? He’d known Nate practically his whole damn life and had shot the shit with him plenty of times. But he understood that this time was different because he wanted them to like and respect him as Camille’s father and Eliza’s man. To know that he would love, care for, and protect his family. But in the end, it didn’t really matter what they thought as long as Eliza never had reason to doubt him.
“Goodnight, Opie,” Nate dismissed, letting him off the hook with a laugh, and Wade took off down the walkway.
“At least he’s got good taste in women,” Abner offered from the darkness of his porch.
“Goodnight, Abner,” Nate growled and went inside.
***
The high school bleachers were jam-packed as Wade led Eliza through the crowds to find seats close to the field. The thunderous noise coming from the crowd alarmed her, but Wade was not bothered by it in the least. “Are you sure this isn’t an NFL game instead of a high school one?! What are they so excited about?”
Wade pulled her down onto his lap and wrapped his big arms around her as she carefully balanced the large tray of nachos and their drinks. “Baby, I’m going to give you a crash course in Baymoor football really quick. I need you to pay attention because there’s gonna be a quiz at the end of the night. Got it?”
Eliza had to focus attentively on what he was actually saying instead of the way his lips and beard brushed her ear. “Lay it on me, big boy.”
“I got your big boy, Eliza,” he whispered into her ear hotly and dropped his large hand on her thigh. She elbowed him as he attempted to raise it higher. “The rival team in black and green is our arch enemy from a town that emerged from the depths of hell three miles away called Rockland. They are the most sneaky, conniving bastards that you’ll ever come across. If anyone from Rockland turns away from you when you’re talking to them, don’t worry; they’re just introducing you to their other face. Bunch of two-faced mama’s boys.”
“Two-faced mama’s boys, huh?” she turned to face him and her eyes dropped to his lips before slowly raising to meet his. “That’s pretty harsh, wouldn’t you say? They’re a bunch of high school kids-”
“Who were spawned from the devil himself, their coach, Gideon Greene,” Wade interrupted in a sinister tone that one would use to tell a scary tale.
“Please don’t ever use that tone with our daughter. Gideon Greene? Of Grass is Greener Construction? Get outta here! I met his brother Ross on Monday at Cinnamon Farms!” Eliza said excitedly. “He represented his family’s construction business, and we were really impressed with their resume and prices. So, Gideon coaches the Rockland Falcons? I take it you know him personally?”
“It’s a long story, but yes, I know the bastard and stay away from his shady ass,” Wade ordered, missing the way her eyes flashed angrily at his demand.
“Excuse you, boo, but he’s never done anything to me personally, and I’m a businesswoman looking for the best deal on my new venture,” she returned coolly. “Please continue.”
“Damn, baby, that’s so hot when you go all boss mode on me. You play your cards right, and I just might let you order me around in bed,” he offered generously as he drew her close and planted a kiss on her lips. His lingering kiss quickly turned into four before she pulled back with great reluctance.
“I’m waiting, Holloway,” she reminded him as she wiped her gloss off his lips, and he slowly licked her finger. “Behave yourself, please,”
“This is me behaving myself where you’re concerned, love. To make a long story short, twenty-four years ago, the greatest rivalry game ever played between Rockland and Baymoor took place here on this very field, and Gideon Greene attempted a pussy move to take out the quarterback’s legs but wasn’t fast enough, and the feud has been alive and flourishing ever since,” Wade said, rubbing his hands with glee. “We beat that ass into the ground each and every year like clockwork! This is our motherfuckin’ house, and they know who their daddy is when they step onto our field. Hell, even when we go to Rockland, it’s nothin’ for us to remind them of who we are. We feed them their loss, burp them, and send them babies straight to la-la land.”
“I’m so afraid for Camille right now if she decides to play sports,” Eliza said dryly as she fed him a cheese-covered chip.
“Don’t be,” he said confidently. “I’ll be there every step of the way, guiding and cheering her on.”
“That is exactly what I’m afraid of.”
He turned his attention to the game and almost burst her eardrum as he bellowed, “COME ON, REF! THAT’S ROUGHING THE PASSER AND YOU KNOW IT!”
Wade carefully shifted her from his lap to jump up and protest angrily with the crowd at a call the referee made. Finally, he turned back to her with an incensed expression. “Baby, do you see this cheatery going on?”
“Fairly certain that’s not a real word,” she answered with amusement as Wade pulled her up next to him and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
“If hateration is a word, so is cheatery,” he insisted stubbornly as he led the crowd in a thunderous chant of “CHEAT-E-REY!”
Her attention was diverted from his craziness when she saw the Cougar’s quarterback fake a pass and take off running down the field as two receivers blocked for him. Eliza whooped and hollered, cheering him on with the rest of the crowd as he scrambled forty-five yards into the end zone.
By the time they left the game, Eliza’s voice was rough from cheering the Cougars on and inputting her two cents on the referees’ calls.
As they walked toward Wade’s truck holding hands, he remarked, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up, Eliza.”
“The referees had a better chance of finding Waldo than justification of all those fake-ass penalties they were calling!” she said angrily. “I’m glad we beat their asses!”
Eliza surprised herself by liking football as much as she did. After that quarterback play, she’d quickly become immersed in the game as she hi-fived those around her and bumped chests with the woman sitting next to her as Wade looked on with pride. It had been a nail-biter of a game, but Baymoor pulled off the win, 28-21.
“I’m glad you had a good time,” Wade said as he opened her door and slipped his hands in the back pockets of her jeans to pull her close to him. “Are you hungry, baby?”
Before she could answer, a deep, mocking voice behind her spoke, “You weren’t planning on leaving without saying goodbye, were you, Sheriff?”
Wade stiffened and slowly pulled away from her as he focused on the newcomer with open hostility. He held on tightly to Eliza’s hand as he walked forward, and she had no choice but to follow along as he addressed the tall, muscular man waiting with his arms crossed.
“My bad, Greene, I thought you’d hightailed it out of town with your tail between your legs with the rest of your brethren. Good game as always.” Wade radiated smugness as he taunted him. “At least for us, anyways, but that’s nothing new. What can I do for you?”
So this was Gideon Greene, Eliza mused as she returned his warm smile with a professional one of her own.
He was a good-looking man with skin the color of coffee and a close crop of black waves on his head. His deep brown eyes were framed by long lashes, and he had a strong nose and chiseled clean-shaven jaw.
“You can’t do a damn thing for me. I’m actually here to meet Mrs. Rossini. Ross pointed her out at the game, and since I had a prior commitment and was unable to make the meeting Monday, I thought now would be a great time to introduce myself.”
Wade wasn’t sure what pissed him off the most: the sneaky bastard imposing himself on their time together, his calling her by her married name or the way he was staring at his woman like he wished this was a private meeting. Motherfucker.
“As usual, you have terrible timing,” Wade replied sardonically, enjoying the way Gideon’s eyes tightened. “But I’d be happy to introduce you to my woman. Eliza this is Gideon Greene. FYI, watch your kneecaps around him.”
Eliza nudged him with her shoulder as Gideon rolled his eyes. She held her free hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Greene.”
Gideon barely had time to touch hers before she was gently pulled back. “Call me Gideon and the pleasure is all mine. I hope we’re able to do business together.”
“If you’ll excuse us, we have plans, Greene,” Wade stated bluntly. “Beat it.”
Gideon laughed at him. “Until next time, Holloway. Eliza, it was an absolute pleasure.”
They watched him walk away, and Eliza waited until he was out of earshot to ask Wade, “You were the quarterback, weren’t you?”
“All four years of high school,” he murmured, kissing her cheek.
“Of course you were. Prom king? Best-looking? Most likely to succeed?”
“I’ve won in each category,” he confirmed, recalling his conversation with Georgina. “It’s just overrated bullshit, though.”
“So, I’m dating “Mr. Blonde-Blue-eyed–All-American”? I bet you bleed apple pie, Captain America,” she teased, loving the way his face grew red with embarrassment.
“You can say what you want, but I got a couple of titles that put all those to shame,” he whispered against her lips.
“Well, let me hear it, babe.”
“Eliza’s man and Camille’s daddy,” Wade said seriously. “Nothing else in this world matters, believe it.”
It was official even if she hadn’t said it. She was going to love him forever. Eliza reached up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips sank into his. “I want to go home with you.”
Wade backed her against his truck and let her feel the full weight of his shaft grinding into her center. “Are you sure? Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Eliza.”
Eliza’s hand dropped to discreetly caress his length and squeeze him gently as her tongue swept into his mouth. She was on fire for him and wanted to be consumed by the flames of his desire as they raged out of control together. With him, she could be as bold as she wanted and needed to be. “Why are we still standing here?”
Chapter Eighteen
As they ran up the steps, Eliza’s architectural eyes absorbed every detail of the beautiful bungalow painted in deep forest green with the charcoal gray shingled roof. The door was navy with a stained-glass center. Hurriedly, Wade opened it and pushed her in. Eliza cried out as he licked her neck and bit the sensitive area where her neck and shoulder met. His arms came around to help her out of her black bomber jacket and it slid to the floor. Then his huge hands were unbuttoning her denim shirt, which quickly joined her jacket. Next came her bra and finally, his hands were fondling her full naked breasts.
“So fucking perfect,” Wade muttered as he bent her over one of his chocolate leather sofas and made short work of her jeans as he pressed kisses down her spine.
Eliza’s eyes rolled with pleasure as Wade shirked off her bottoms and panties. She clutched at the sofa and kicked her shoes and socks off as he nibbled on her ass. “Don’t you dare stop, Wade!”
He spun her around and scooped her into his arms. They exchanged languid kisses as he walked down the hall to his bedroom and softly closed the door behind them.
‘No tour of your house?” she teased, laughing as he nuzzled her with his beard.
“What’s your rush?” His smile was full of sin and his blue eyes danced as he promised, “Don’t worry, you’ll get a tour, trust me. I plan on having you in every room of this house before you leave tonight. Just like old times, Eliza.”
Pressing her against the door, he lifted her up and Eliza wrapped her legs around him as he latched onto her sensitive nipple, teasing her with quick flicks of his tongue before inhaling it into his mouth. Keening with pleasure, she arched her back to offer him more of herself as she unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands all over his taut, sleek muscles. Wade trembled at her touch as her warm hands caressed his skin reverently. “Legs down, I wanna to get reacquainted with my pussy.”
Wade chuckled quietly at the speed with which she complied and dropped to his knees, urging her to put a leg over his shoulder. He licked and sucked the tender flesh of the inside of her thigh until he got to her center. Pressing his nose to her glistening pussy, he closed his eyes as he inhaled her delectable scent. With his fingers, he opened her wide and gave a slow whistle at how aroused she truly was. “Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight for sore eyes.”
Eliza gave a strangled laugh and clenched his hair tightly. Gently, he blew on her wetness and she jerked her mound closer to his face. “Hold on tight, sweetheart. It’s been a long time and I’m hungry.”
And with that, he gave her a long, lazy stroke of his tongue. Eliza jerked, panting heavily as his warm tongue triggered jolts of desire throughout her body. God, she had missed this. He repeated the motion top to bottom several more times before he plunged his tongue in and fully tasted her while his thumb rubbed her clit in sensuous circles.
“Goddamn, you taste good,” he murmured, looking up at her glowing face as she bit her lips while he devoured her sweetness.
Eyes half closed and delirious with need, Eliza panted heavily and ground herself against his tongue. “More, Wade.”
He didn’t disappoint her. The pressure to find release was growing inside of her as he inserted three fingers into her drenched sex. They thrummed on her g-spot while his mouth latched onto the tight little bundle of nerves and she rode his face faster. It was just too much. Eliza shattered as waves of tingling pleasure spread through her and she saw stars. As the last shudders ripped through her body, he switched it up and plunged his tongue back in taking her apart all over again, one slow swipe at a time, as his fingers gently squeezed her clit. She came again with a keening wail, clinging to him for support.
Wade picked her up and placed her in the center of the bed. Then hurriedly, he stripped his clothes off. She leaned on her elbows and beckoned him with a curl of her index finger before her hand fell between her thighs and slowly stroked higher as she admired his perfectly chiseled body. Those wide broad shoulders, washboard abs, and his “duh” handles. His tumescent cock was begging for her attention as his essence appeared at the large mushroomed head.
He was mesmerized by the sight of her naked in his bed where she belonged. Her smooth, rich brown skin coating her slender curves was a seductive contrast against his red bedspread. His eyes greedily tracked her hand as his own found his hardness. He stroked himself to relieve some of the tension that he would surely explode from.
Eliza was submerged in sensations that she hadn’t felt in forever. Her pussy was clenching with need for him, and her thighs were slick with her arousal. Her fingers brushed against her throbbing clit, and she whimpered at how sensitive it was. Crawling over to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long wet kiss. “I need more, baby.”
She pulled him back and he fell forward over her, spreading her legs wide. Hungrily, he fell on her nipples, taking turns suckling each chocolate morsel into his mouth and swirling circles around them. His other hand slid down to her mound, and his fingers plucked her clit again. He smiled to himself as she came again.
“Now, Wade. I can’t wait any longer!” she cried, writhing against his hand. Stiffening, he looked down into her dark eyes as he took his shaft and beat her clit with it.
“Is this my pussy? This pussy is all mine?” he asked her harshly. The thought of another man touching her made him crazy, he hadn’t exactly been a saint since she left him either, but he needed to hear the words from her. He could tell another orgasm was building inside of her.
“All yours, Wade. No one else but you!” Eliza tossed her head wildly as her cries of ecstasy grew louder and louder. He scooped some of his precum onto his fingers and held them up to his lips. Eagerly, she sucked his fingers clean as he lined himself up and thrust deep inside of her. He swallowed her scream, and she could taste herself mixed with his flavor. It was deeply erotic and absolutely Wade.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he struggled not to lose it as her hot, snug sheath clamped down around him and drew him into a mind-blowing vortex. His tongue possessed hers as he slowly withdrew and plunged all the way back in, making her cry out sharply with pleasure-pain, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist.
“Sorry, love,” he murmured and waited torturously for her body to adjust to him. Slowly, her hips began to move, and he took that as his sign. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he set a hard, driving rhythm that had her crying out deliriously and writhing beneath him. The bed shook and rattled as he pounded into her, and she clung to him and licked the sweat from his neck. Feeling nothing but liquid gold between her thighs, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. She felt that fucking good. But he would try. He rolled over so she was on top. Her full breasts swayed enticingly above him, but it was her mouth he wanted. The intimacy that came from kissing her that he craved.
