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  UNTIL YOU

  © 2022 by Tara Wyatt

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  ISBN 978-1-990883-00-2

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Skin Deep

  Prologue

  Books by Tara Wyatt

  About the Author

  1

  “I will never get enough of the way you taste, Kayla,” Sebastian said, his voice a low growl as his tongue slid over her folds and then into her pussy, fucking her slowly. Kayla moaned and threaded her fingers through his thick hair, holding him exactly where she wanted him. He moaned against her slick flesh and her grip on his hair tightened to the point where she was pretty sure she was hurting him, but she was too lost in the glory of his mouth to care. Besides, she knew he liked it a little rough. Sometimes they were sweet and tender with each other, but usually they were like animals, starving and desperate no matter how many times they’d had each other. She’d expected the intense chemistry between them to fade with time, or mellow at least, but that wasn’t the case. She was still just as needy for him as she’d been that first night in his little cabin. Maybe even more so, because then, she’d been intrigued by him. But now, after two plus years, she was completely devoted to him. She loved him. Adored him. Cherished him. Craved him with every single fiber of her being.

  And she was sure Sebastian felt the same way about her. At least, she was pretty sure.

  “Oh God, Bastian. Right there. Right fucking there,” she breathed, her voice shaking with her plea. Her back arched off the bed as she pushed herself against his face, writhing against him. He let out a low chuckle and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit just as his tongue slid even deeper inside her. Heat swirled through her, making everything inside her coil tight. Her stomach clenched and a wave of tingles spread out over her skin.

  “Bastian!” She screamed his name as her orgasm crashed through her, her nails raking over his scalp. Her toes curled to the point of cramping and her thighs shook and squeezed around his head. God, she was probably going to suffocate him, but she couldn’t stop. It was as though she’d been electrocuted, all of her muscles rigid and tense and all she could do was ride out the current shocking her system. Spots danced in front of her eyes and she sucked in a shuddering breath, the rush of oxygen flooding her. She let out a long, contented sigh, her body both floating and heavy at the release.

  Sebastian teased his lips and tongue over her clit, working it with slow pulls and gentle sucks and she knew he was planning to go for two in a row. But that wasn’t what she wanted. No, what she wanted—needed—right now was to have him inside her, claiming her and loving her in the way only he could.

  “Sebastian,” she moaned, pushing at his broad shoulders, his skin warm beneath her fingers. “I need you. Get up here.”

  He lifted his head, and even in the dim lighting of their bedroom, she could see that his mouth was wet, sending a thrill through her. He grinned, his deep brown eyes warm and glittering with lust and love. Rising from between her splayed legs, he crawled over her, his naked body on full display, muscles bunching and flexing as he moved. His heavy cock dragged over her thigh as he settled himself on top of her, and then he kissed her, long and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

  “See how fucking good you taste?” he rasped against her mouth. “Fucking heaven, Kayla. I’ll never get enough.”

  “I want you inside me, Bastian. Please.”

  “Baby,” he moaned, slicking his cock through her drenched folds and making them both gasp. It didn’t seem to matter how many times they’d done this, the intensity, the burning need—it never faded. “Love the way you soak my cock,” he groaned. “My sweet girl. So beautiful and smart and amazing. So needy for me. Me.” He moaned, a note of incredulity in his voice that made her chest tighten.

  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down for another kiss, pouring everything she felt into it. “Yes, you. My Bastian.”

  “Need to fuck you, baby. Legs up.”

  She spread her legs and pressed her knees toward her shoulders, gasping as she felt the head of Sebastian’s thick cock pressing at her entrance. He rose to his knees and plunged into her in one swift thrust, making her scream out his name—again.

  It was a good thing they didn’t have any neighbors in the immediate vicinity. If they did, they’d probably think she was being murdered on a nightly basis with the way he had her screaming and begging.

  Murdered by cock. Ha. If anyone could do it, it’d be Sebastian with his long, thick cock that still left her sore occasionally.

  “Fuck, Kayla,” he ground out, establishing a slow, deep rhythm, swiveling his hips in the way that always drove her wild. Curling his fingers around her ankle, he lifted it and laid it on his shoulder, opening her up even more. “Whose pussy is this?” he growled as he fucked her a little harder, a little deeper.

  “Yours, baby. It’s all yours. Always.”

  “Mine.” The word was barely more than a harsh exhale as he worked his cock in and out, the thick head sliding over her engorged G-spot and making her legs shake. “Touch yourself, baby.” She trailed a hand down over her body, her heart pounding so furiously in her chest that she could feel her breast shaking with it. She bit her lip when her fingers grazed her sensitive clit, letting out a ragged moan. It was almost too sensitive from her earlier orgasm, but she couldn’t stop herself from gently circling her fingers over and around it.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, releasing her ankle. He fell over her and kissed her, the slide of his tongue against hers echoing the thrust of his cock in and out of her clenching pussy. She already knew she was going to come again, the sparks dancing along her spine a surefire sign of another orgasm.

  “God, that feels so good,” she panted, working her clit with her fingers as he thrust into her over and over again. “I love how deep you are. Don’t stop fucking me just like that. Just like that, Bastian.”

  “Gonna come so deep inside you, baby. God. Fuck, Kayla. Love this pussy. So fucking perfect.”

  She circled her fingers faster, another orgasm cresting over her. “You’re gonna make me come again. Bastian, oh God. Bastian!”

  Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him as she came again, pulling him even deeper inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she clung to him, feeling boneless under the onslaught of pleasure burning through her. He fucked her steadily through it, prolonging it, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of her.

  When she’d stopped trembling, he slid out of her and came down on the bed beside her. Then, in one swift movement, he turned her onto her side, lifted her leg and thrust back inside her. She moaned, clenching around him, the new entry and angle sending fresh ripples of pleasure dancing up her spine. “Fuck, yes. God, I love it. It’s so fucking good, don’t stop.”

  “I love when you come for me. You’re so beautiful when you fall apart. So fucking beautiful, Kayla. You make me feel out of control in the best possible way. I’ll never get enough of this. Of you. Of us.” He murmured the words against her temple, fucking her hard and deep, the wet sounds of their bodies
coming together filling the room.

  She angled her head over her shoulder and kissed him, limbs and breaths tangled together as he moved inside her. His big hand landed on her breast, kneading it and plucking at her nipple the way he’d done hundreds of times before. Holding her tight and fucking her deep and reminding her just how cherished she was. Worshipped, even. She felt like a goddess when he fucked her like this. Like the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “I’m gonna explode, baby. I can’t hold on.”

  “Don’t. Fill me up. I want all that come inside me.”

  “Fuck, Kayla,” he groaned loudly and then she felt his cock start to spasm and flex inside her as he emptied himself. He buried himself deep, and she felt the moisture—some of it him, some of it her—seep out and trickle across her thighs.

  Dirty and debauched and perfect. That was them in a nutshell.

  But as the afterglow started to dim slightly and Sebastian pulled out of her, she couldn’t help but glance down at her bare left hand.

  It had been more than two years since that night in his cabin when everything had changed—when she’d gotten lost in that snowstorm and twisted her ankle, and he’d carried her through the snow back to his cabin, despite his bad knee—and while they’d had their ups and downs, their arguments and reconciliations, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. And it wasn’t as though they were kids, too young to really think about the future. She was thirty-two and Sebastian was thirty-six. The future was now, wasn’t it?

  Unless he wasn’t on the same page as her. Which was ridiculous. This was Bastian. He adored her. They talked about getting married and having kids as though it were an eventuality, not a what if. Not a maybe. It was a definite.

  So then…where was her ring? What was he waiting for?

  “Hey, you okay?” he asked, handing her a towel. She blinked and nodded, taking the towel from him and cleaning herself up. She’d have a shower before they headed for the airport tomorrow morning.

  “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

  “About?” he asked, tossing his own towel into the hamper in the corner of their bedroom. She added her towel to the pile and then rose from the bed, emotions swirling through her. If she wanted to talk to him about what was weighing on her, now was the perfect time. He’d given her a Grand Canyon sized opening.

  “Just the trip and the wedding and stuff.”

  Chicken.

  She padded across their bedroom, the plush carpet thick and lush under her bare toes, and pulled open her dresser drawer, retrieving her favorite pair of sweatpants and one of Sebastian’s old T-shirts. She tugged it on over her head, wincing slightly when it brushed against her nipples. They were overly sensitive, probably from the two orgasms she’d just had.

  “You miss the city, don’t you?” he asked, stepping into a pair of gray sweatpants that made her drool just a little. They hung low on his hips, showcasing the mouthwatering V that dipped beneath the fabric. His body had always been incredible, but he was even fitter and stronger than when they’d first gotten together, thanks to his sobriety, physical job, and overall good health.

  She shook her head, moving across their room to the sliding glass doors that looked out onto a small deck. Two Adirondack chairs sat side by side, and she and Sebastian often had coffee there in the mornings, staring out at the towering pines and the mountains poking up into the sky.

  “No,” she said truthfully, shaking her head. “I miss aspects of it, but Lake Tahoe is home. It’s beautiful here. Peaceful in a way I didn’t know I needed. I think moving here has been good for both of us, and I wouldn’t go back, I don’t think.”

  They’d moved to Lake Tahoe a year and a half ago so Sebastian could pursue his career as an elite level snowboarding coach. The timing had worked out because she’d left her job at Silver Stream Development—okay, fine, she’d kind of been fired, but it didn’t matter now—and she’d moved across the country to be with Sebastian. And she’d found much more fulfilling work as the director of a non-profit for women in sport. The organization helped athletes at various levels find sponsorships, coaching, housing if they had to move for training opportunities, and more. She felt as though she were contributing and making a positive difference as opposed to toiling away to pad someone else’s bottom line.

  No, her life was pretty much perfect—minus her missing engagement ring that she was becoming more and more anxious about as the months ticked by with no signs that Sebastian was ready or planning to propose.

  He slid his arms around her from behind and she melted into him, her head flopping back against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re happy, Kayla. That’s all I want for you. For us. I got in my own way for so damn long, and now…”

  She turned in his arms, cupping his cheek. Guilt sliced through her. Here she was whining internally about a ring when he’d fought against so many demons just to get where he was today. “Now, you’re free, baby. You’re amazing. You beat the odds.”

  He dipped his head, pressing his forehead to hers. “Because of you. If you hadn’t taken a chance on me…” He shook his head and swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly.

  “I know a risk worth taking when I see it,” she said softly. He grinned and kissed her, slow and sweet, but before the kiss could lead to anything else—like another round in bed—the alarm on Sebastian’s phone went off. “It’s time,” he said, pulling away from her. “I’ll get the sodas, you get the chips.”

  “Did you pick up dip at the store?” she asked, following him out of their bedroom. The stairs led down to the open-concept main floor of their house, with the living room on one side, and the eat-in kitchen on the other. The ceiling was vaulted, and the windows stretched all the way up, letting in natural light and giving them a breathtaking view of the pines and mountains just outside their front door. Sometimes, Kayla still felt the urge to pinch herself—living surrounded by so much gorgeous nature, in a beautiful home, with a sexy-as-hell man all felt too good to be true.

  She was silly to worry about something as inconsequential as a ring. She and Sebastian were solid, and no matter what happened, she knew they were in this together.

  “Yeah, it’s in here,” he said as he opened the refrigerator door and pulled out two Cokes. “I’ll grab it.” He set the tub of dip on the granite-topped island, and she rummaged in the pantry for the bag of chips. Once they had their traditional viewing snacks ready, they headed for the living room. A plush dark brown sofa sat facing the flatscreen TV mounted above the fireplace. To the left, sliding glass doors led out onto another deck, this one larger than the one off of their bedroom. A hot tub sat in one corner, while outdoor furniture and a barbecue took up the rest of the space.

  She plopped down onto the sofa beside him, careful not to spill chips out of the bowl in her hands, excitement bubbling through her as Sebastian turned to Bravo just in time for the season premiere of Below Deck.

  Kayla had always been a reality TV junkie, but Sebastian had thought it was beneath him. But he’d changed his mind when she’d made him watch an episode of Below Deck with her, and he’d gotten hooked. Now, it was their tradition to wear sweats and eat snacks while watching the new episodes.

  It was comforting and familiar. Routine. Little things like this made her feel at home with him. At ease.

  Pushing thoughts of wayward engagement rings out of her mind, she sat back to enjoy the episode, even ignoring the notifications on her phone until the next commercial.

  “That guy’s going to be a trainwreck,” said Sebastian, taking a sip of his Coke. “Take it from a guy who used to be one.”

  She laughed. “That was a long time ago now.”

  Something flickered across his expression, and he took another sip of his drink. “It feels like it, doesn’t it? But people have had longer streaks than me and then relapsed.”

  Frowning, she set her phone down and took his hand. “Is that something you’re worri
ed about?”

  He was silent for a moment, long enough to make her worry. “Sometimes, maybe a little? I think maybe…” He sucked in a breath. “Fucking up is what I’m used to. It’s what I know. Feels weird to be on a different path.”

  She gave his hand a squeeze. “But you are on a different path. You learned from your mistakes and chose differently for yourself. Plus, you’ve got me. And not every recovering addict has Kayla Bristowe in his corner.”

  He tugged her closer and planted a kiss on her mouth. “They’d better fucking not.”

  She laughed and her phone chimed again. It was probably Lauren or Willa texting with questions or details about this weekend. Tomorrow morning, they were headed to Manhattan for Lucian and Olivia’s wedding, and she was excited to see her friends. And Sebastian, as Lucian’s best man, was looking forward to seeing his family. He’d been talking about it for weeks now, even though he’d decided to forgo the bachelor party that Max had thrown for Lucian given that it had been a weekend in Vegas. They’d offered to change their plans in order to accommodate him, but he’d refused, wanting Lucian to have the bachelor party he’d always wanted.

  To Kayla, that showed just how much progress he’d made. The old Sebastian would have just gone to Vegas, deluding himself that he could handle it and that everything would be fine. But this Sebastian, the one who was committed to sobriety and therapy and trying to be a better person, had known immediately that he couldn’t go and face all of that temptation. She was proud of him.

  She was a tiny bit disappointed when she glanced down at her phone and saw that it was just her period tracking app and not her friends. Sebastian rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen to add more chips to their bowl and she clicked on the notification.