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on,” I warned. Moving my hands to her ass, I lifted her off of the counter and her legs tightened, her hands flying to my shoulders as I pushed her back up against the wall, so she was high enough that I could change the angle, thrusting up into her and hitting that sweet spot every time.
    “Oh, Wyatt!” She yelled, “Harder!”
    “You want it harder, baby?” I crooned. “Then I want to hear you scream.”
    Her head was back, exposing her neck and I licked a path up to her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip before mating our mouths. Slamming my cock into her hot, juicy pussy, I could feel a tingle starting in my spine and my balls drawing up tight.
    “Come on, baby,” I encouraged.
    “Wyatt!” She screamed as she splintered in my arms, her voice ringing in my ears, setting off my own orgasm.
    “Bailey! Fuck!” I shouted, coming so hard I saw stars.
    I lazily pumped in and out until we were both calmed from the storm, and then carried her into the shower, still inside her. She wiggled when she felt the hot spray of the water and as if on cue, my cock hardened all over again.
    I fucked her again, sitting on the bench in the steamy, glass space. Then we washed each other, taking even longer to finish when I couldn’t help making her come one more time on my tongue. To my exquisite pleasure, she returned the gesture.
    Finally dressed and ready for the day, I was making Bailey breakfast when her phone started to ring. “Baby,” I called, “phone.”
    She rushed into the room, her tiny shorts were hugging her ass and her tank hugging her generous tits, the front dipping, showing a little too much cleavage. There was no way in hell she would be leaving the house like that.
    “Jack!” she exclaimed as she answered.
    I winked and enjoyed the pink tint to her cheeks before I turned back to cooking, leaving her to her conversation.
    “Sure,” I could hear the smile in her voice and felt a matching one steal across my face.
    “Um, let me ask Wyatt...because he’s my—um...” Her voice dropped, but I still picked up on her furious whisper. “No, I can’t come without him...we’re together.”
    She was getting distressed, so I decided to address why she hadn’t told him I was her husband. Later. I was more focused on why the fuck Jack was upsetting my wife.
    I walked over and put my hand out, silently asking for the phone. She shook her head and brought the phone to her chest. “Jack and my dad want to have dinner tonight,” she said hesitantly.
    I narrowed my eyes, not happy with the suggestion, but the pleading look on her face had me nodding with an unhappy sigh. I swear, if Jack caused her any more pain, I was going to beat the living daylights out of the jackass.
    “Ok, we’ll be there at six.” She hung up the phone and put it on the counter, then walked over and put her arms around me, resting her head on my back. “Thank you.”
    I placed my hands over hers where they were clasped on my chest. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. They’re your family, too.” Breaking her hold, I rotated around until I was facing her, cupping her face in my hands. “But, I’m warning you, if Jack doesn’t back the fuck off, we’re leaving until he gets his head out of his ass.”
    Bailey gave me a small smile and a micro-chuckle, kissed me, and sat at the bar while I plated our breakfast and brought it over.
    “Baby.”
    “Hmmm?”
    “You want to tell me why you neglected to tell your brother that we got married?”
    She practically stuffed her face full of food, so she couldn’t answer and shrugged, not meeting my eyes.
    “Bailey,” I admonished.
    She swallowed slowly, but I waited her out.
    “I wanted to tell them all together, at once.”
    I watched her for a few minutes as we ate, my brows furrowed in suspicion. “You’re sure that’s all it was?”
    She sighed. “Yes, Wyatt. Now, what’s the plan for today?” she asked, deftly changing the subject and I decided to let her get away with