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I lowered my head to her breast, sucking her nipple and kissing her skin while grinding my cock deep into her. She draped her arms around my neck as I fucked her. She was soft, wet, and warm. It was like I was in a dream. Everything was hazy and surreal. I didn’t want it to end.

Pulling out of her, I flipped Kira over on her belly and entered her from behind. My chest pressed into her back as I kissed her jaw, our breath and sweat mingling as I moved inside her.

“Wyatt, I’m getting close. I’m gonna come.” The words left Kira in panting bursts.

I increased my speed, the muscles in my legs and ass bunching as I fucked her deeper and harder. I didn’t even care about my orgasm—I just wanted to give her everything I could. I wanted her to scream and moan, to call out my name.

Kira buried her face into the couch and let her cries of pleasure leak out in gasps and groans. I heard her catch her breath, then scream. She convulsed beneath me as an earth-shaking orgasm enveloped her.

“Wyatt…Wyatt!”

She screamed my name into the couch cushion, sending me over the edge. Pleasure blasted through my body, starting at my balls, then running along my dick to the head and all the way up my spine. No orgasm had ever hit me so hard. My body quaked as I continued thrusting into her, both of us riding the cresting and falling wave of passion and release.

The orgasm felt like it might never end. Finally, after several seconds, it ebbed, leaving me in a fuzzy, blissful state of relaxation and happiness.

My pants still around my ankles and my dress shirt hanging open, I wrapped Kira in my arms and rolled over, cradling her against my chest. A massive goofy grin was plastered on my face, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care about anything but the woman in my arms.

Chapter 23

Kira

As I lay in Wyatt’s arms, I was overcome with emotions. His scent was intoxicating. With his arms wrapped around me, I’d never been more content. For the first time since I’d been on the island, I felt safe. It was like being swaddled in a warm blanket on a cold, wet day. It was difficult not to sigh with happiness.

He’d given me the best sex of my life. Twice. Mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex that turned my brain to jelly. As my thoughts slowly coalesced back into the correct format, I understood that I needed to say something. This couldn’t happen again. As much as I wanted it, I couldn’t allow it. There was too much at stake.

We were in danger here. As much as I wanted Wyatt pressed against my body every night, it would be the worst thing for both of us. Lives were on the line here. We couldn’t forget that simply because the sex was fantastic. Knowing Wyatt the way I did, there would be no persuading him. I’d need to be harsh. I’d have to push him away. To save him, if nothing else.

Twisting around to look him in the eyes, I leveled a firm, serious look at him. “That was fun, but it was because we both needed to release some stress.”

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. “Kira–”

“Stop. Let me finish. We needed that, and we both wanted it. It was good. It was fucking amazing, but we’re adults. Sometimes this happens. There’s no reason to bring it up again. Just like we don’t need to talk about what happened in the hotel room.”

Wyatt pushed himself up on his elbow, pulling his arm from around me. I felt a strange sense of loss when he moved his arm. I shoved that down deep, not wanting to think about what it might mean.

“Kira, why did you throw yourself at me a few minutes ago if you wanted to forget about it as soon as it happened?”

He sounded hurt. Hell, why shouldn’t he? Were the roles reversed, who could say I wouldn’t be pissed and hurt? That was not what I wanted, but bigger things were at stake here. My pack needed me to win. Their safety was paramount. My feelings were secondary to the fate of an entire pack.

“In fact,” Wyatt said, fully sitting up and pulling away from me, “if all you needed was to get your rocks off, why not go somewhere else? There are nine other freaking guys in this house right now who’d give their left nut to fuck you. If what we did was simply stress relief from being on the show, I guarantee you could walk into that damned bunk room, and at least three guys would have their pants off before you could finish asking. They’d probably fight to the death for a chance. So why me?”

I huffed and sat up straight. I didn’t want to say what I was about to say, but I had no reason to hold back. Not now.

I rubbed a hand across my face. “I will admit that as annoying and nagging as you are, with all the obnoxious stuff you do and sticking your nose in my business, I feel safest with you. I don’t feel safe with any of those other guys. Not at the moment. It’s probably just because of our shared history or something, but that’s the truth. You’re the only one I would have felt okay doing this with. All right?”

Wyatt raised a skeptical eyebrow. He didn’t smile. “You feel safe with me?”

Changing the subject, I gestured to the door. “And another thing. That whole story out there. Was that true? Or was it for the cameras?”

“What story?”

“The rejection thing. Have you been rejected?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and expectant. A pained expression crossed over his eyes. So, it was true. How had I never realized it before? Was this why he’d been so angry that Jayson had rejected me?