Wyatt (Lane Brothers #1) by Kristina Weaver

with pain I’ve ever known, and before long, I’m thrusting my hips up at him, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he leans down to take my mouth.
    “You’re everything I ever dreamed, baby. And so much more,” he says against my lips before taking my mouth in an urgent kiss and speeding up his movements.
    The climax that rocks me at those words is no slow buildup like I’ve heard about or gentle in any way. It hits me hard, detonating at a point inside my womb, and explodes out in contractions that seize so strongly, I pass out from the pleasure.
    When my senses return he’s leaning over me with a huge smile, his breaths choppy and uneven.
    “I think that answers your questions.”
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
    Wyatt
    Was there ever any doubt that once I had my woman, I’d have my woman? After that truly magical experience, I have no doubt that Ellie and I are more than compatible in every area.
    That’s why not a day after making love to her, I find myself wanting to go home with a longing that scares me. I want them all to meet her and see what I see in her.
    She’s everything I dreamed she could be and more; that’s the thought that keeps sounding in my head every few minutes as I sit back at the kitchen table and watch her putter around, cooking up a storm.
    “Biscuits?”
    My voice is cringingly high pitched when she sets down a full breakfast, including the fluffiest, lightest clouds of hot perfection I’ve ever tasted.
    Now I know she’s perfect. More than perfect, because not even my ma, the cooking and baking goddess, makes biscuits this good.
    “Slow down, Wyatt.” She laughs, snatching the platter out of reach when I shove half a biscuit into my mouth and reach for another.
    “S’good,” I mumble, giving her my puppy eyes. “Damn, woman, where’d you learn to cook like this? And why in hell were you eating cardboard when this is what you can produce?”
                  “If I ate this all the time, I’d be big as a house. Now stop and take a breath before you choke yourself stuffing your face.”
    I would answer but the intercom buzzes at that second and I’m forced to abandon my feast.
    “Stay here, baby, I need to get that.”
    She nods and keeps eating as I rise and head to the front door.
    “What the hell are you two doing here?”
    The demand is harsh and less than welcoming when I open the door to see Miah, Jared, and my adopted brother, Jace, standing outside. Miah and Jared roll their eyes, no doubt picking up on the territorial vibes I’m putting off, while Jace just grins and shakes his head.
    “These two clowns are here to report doom and gloom. I just want to be one of the first to lay eyes on my new sister. You gonna invite us in or what?”
    “No. I haven’t told Ellie everything yet, and I can’t have you asses shooting your mouths off in front of her. Tell me why you’re here and hit the road.”
    Sue me. I can’t help being paranoid about them arriving on my doorstep, not when I’ve only just made a big advance with Ellie. Plus, I’m not too pleased by the thought of having any other men around her. Not yet, at least.
    “No can do, bro, we have some bad news for you, and you aren’t going to like what we have to say if you’re not past this stage with Ellie yet,” Jared says regretfully, giving me one of those loaded stares.
    My brother may be a little crazy sometimes, but he’s a good guy and an even better brother. I know that if he’s here and this serious, things must be worse than I thought at this stage.
    “Come in and go straight to the office. Stay there and I’ll be in, and no, Jace, you’re not keeping her company while Jared and Miah report to me. My woman, and she’s not to be alone with you.”
    Jace grins, shrugs, and ambles in, making a beeline for the office while Miah and Jared shake their heads at his retreating back.
    Jace is really our cousin. We consider him a brother, though, because Ma and Dad adopted him