Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty-One

DG stared at Cain for what must have been a few seconds but felt more like an hour. She couldn't get over how damn yummy he looked, standing at her bathroom door wearing a smirk, a half open shirt and his khaki pants. There were damp spots on the shirt, letting her know he'd been true to his word about not taking too long. He apparently didn't even take time to dry off. Or button the damn thing.

Lucky for her. Less work.

Of course, he got the better end of the deal. She was starkers. No work for him.

"You startled me." She said, sounding stupid to her own ears.

"Sorry." He didn't sound the least bit repentant. Oh well.

Cain's breath caught and held as she rose from the tub. She reminded him of a Siren rising from the sea, her dark hair a wet tangle around her chin, her skin rosy from the heat of the water. She stood before him, unashamed in her nudity, her blue eyes smoky with arousal.

He felt a hard punch of lust followed by a softer, but no less powerful rush of love. How much he loved this tiny, slip of woman seemed to sink in right that moment. He'd almost lost her, like he'd lost Adora. Everything seemed to come crashing down on him, the realization of just what could have happened in that cave hit him and he was glad he was leaning on something. Otherwise his suddenly wobbly knees would have sent him to the floor.

"Wyatt? You're crying?" Somehow, she'd moved closer without him noticing. She reached up and brushed his cheek and he leaned into her touch.

"I am?" She turned her fingers around to show him the wetness still clinging to the tips. He looked up and saw tears clinging to her dark lashes and felt his heart clench. "No, no sweetheart. Don't cry. I'm ok. I guess I'm just…overwhelmed." He reached for her, his calloused hands sliding over her silky, bath warmed skin.

"I can understand that." She said with a smile, sliding her hands inside his shirt, her fingers fluttering over the swollen spot on his chest where the gnome dart had pierced. She was trembling slightly, her arms dotted with goose bumps. "You know…I generally don't let myself think of the bad things. But, there was a time, I was terrified that…that…"

She stumbled over the words, the idea to horrible to keep going. Cain pressed a thumb to her mouth to still them.

"Don't say it. It's over. We're ok." He leaned in and kissed her, gently, sweetly. She hummed against him, her fingers tightening on the skin of his chest. The reality of her standing trembling and naked in his arms became clear as his body roared back to life. His blood was thick and hot in his veins and it coursed in a downward trail to his erection.

He kissed her again, this time letting the gate go on his hunger. He nipped her lip then soothed it with his tongue. She gasped and let out a small moan, her mouth searching for his. DG's sigh was lost in his mouth when his lips finally closed over hers. She opened easily for him, her tongue sliding over his teeth to tangle hotly with his.

Wyatt pressed her close, his hands roaming her soft skin and memorizing sleek line. She arched into his hands when they slid around to cup the heaviness of her breasts. They were a perfect fit for his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a whimper from her as they hardened under his touch.

"Oh my." She broke the kiss, her head falling back to expose the long column of her throat. Wyatt kissed and licked his way from her chin to her collarbone, leaving tiny marks on her porcelain skin with his teeth. DG's nails dug into his shoulders as if trying to find purchase to stay standing. Wyatt buried one hand in her hair to be able to keep feasting on the sweet skin of her throat, then banded his arm around her waist. He pulled her against him, effectively taking her off her feet and turned them both. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and he paused briefly to secure his hold on her.

When they tumbled to the bed, DG was shoving his shirt from his shoulders with one hand while searching out his zipper with the other.

"DG, wait." He tried to brush her hand away from his fly as he shrugged out of his shirt. She would not be deterred. "DG."

"What?" She sounded so exasperated he nearly laughed. If the look of pure lust turning her eyes damn near black hadn't made him want to pound her into the mattress that is.

"Listen sweetheart. It's been a long time for me…"

"Wyatt," those eyes bore into his, her attempt to sound somewhat rational was ruined by the panting she was doing. "We have all night. We can linger later."

He did laugh then, the sound rusty. Her nimble fingers went back to work and he let her this time. Within seconds his fly was open and she shoved his pants down his over his hips. Then she was pulling him to her, her mouth fusing to his, her legs sliding around him to fit him in place.

He devoured her mouth, her taste filling his senses and making him lose all sense of control. Fumbling between their already sweat slicked bodies, he positioned himself. He slipped between her folds, so hot and wet and perfect. She arched against him, her legs tightening on his waist and trying to pull him forward faster. Every inch he slid into her was like delicious torture, her heat branding him. When their bodies were fully joined he pulled away from her kiss to watch her face.

Wyatt wasn't gentle now. He was too far-gone with his need, so long dormant and denied. His thrusts were long and hard, his hips angling just right to hit her clit with each stroke. Her nails dug into his flesh, her moans and cries and gasps of his name echoed in his ears. He could tell the moment before she came. Her pupils dilated, filling the blue and making them black. She pulled him close, her hips gyrating against his erratically now as she chased her release.

She screamed, words falling from her mouth that would have embarrassed him had he really heard them. His own orgasm ripped through him, the pleasure so intense it hurt. He said her name, over and over like some kind of prayer as her body milked his for all he had.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, their hearts racing. Cain had the presence of mind to shift slightly so all his weight wasn't on her chest so she could breathe, but that was as far as he moved. It was as far as he could move.

"I think I saw God." DG said after a moment. Cain was feeling pretty smug until she giggled. Then he nipped her shoulder with his teeth. The yelp she let out soothed his ego and he banded an arm around her waist when she tried to squirm away. After a few seconds she stopped, her hand coming up to stroke the soft hair on the back of his neck.

A knock at the door had them both tensing. Then DG remembered, "Mother was going to send up food. Talk about timing."

"Good thing, we'll need our strength." Wyatt said with a wicked grin. DG blushed to the roots of her hair but she gave him a saucy smile of her own. She tugged on his arm to get him to let go. He groaned, but finally rolled completely off of her.

"Hold on!" She sounded irate at the second insistent knock on the door. Wyatt pulled a blanket over himself and settled against the headboard. He didn't feel the need to dive for cover or hide his presence. DG opened her armoire then shoved it closed again as clothes threatened to fall out. She gave him a sheepish grin then snatched his shirt off the floor. It skimmed the middle of her thighs and covered everything important. She buttoned it as she walked to the door.

Cain didn't think he'd ever seen anything sexier than her in his shirt, her damp hair disheveled and her mouth bruised from his kisses.

They would be the talk of the castle tomorrow. Somehow he couldn't quite make himself care.

"You can set it up right there." DG said as she waved in the servants. Cain bit back a chuckle at the looks that passed over the two women's faces when they saw him. They recovered quickly and just as quickly set up the food and left. DG wiggled her brows and winked at him.

"Hopefully they won't run straight to my parents."

"So what if they do?" Cain asked. He wondered if she would regret this if her parent's found out. DG was poking around the dishes, picking things and putting them on a plate. She must have heard something in his voice because she looked up at him.

"I don't care. I just don't want any more interruptions." They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Wyatt let out a huff of laughter and relaxed. "I love you, Wyatt."

"I love you, DG."

"Good." She went back to picking, piling a plate high before carrying it and a tall glass of fruit juice back to the bed. He scooted over to make room for her as his stomach rumbled. It seemed his appetite was finally reminding him it had been over twenty-four hours since he'd eaten.

He picked a tart off the plate and plucked it into his mouth. He watched her as she ate, wondering how lucky he had become to find two wonderful women. Adora was the woman of his last life. Eight annuals had put a pretty solid nail into the coffin of that life. DG it seemed was the woman of this life.

"Marry me." It slipped from his lips before he'd even known the words had formed in his mind. A piece of papay fruit paused just as it reached her lips and her eyes flicked up to his, wide with surprise. Silence filled the space between them, stretching to the point of discomfort. Insecurity started to worm it's way into Wyatt's mind and he was just about to say something to take the words back. To laugh it off or anything to cover the hurt that was starting to spread in his heart.

"What took you so long?" His brows drew together in confusion as he tried to process her words. Was that a yes?

Then he found himself attacked by a laughing, squirming DG who was kissing his face, her hands cupping his cheeks as she said 'yes, yes, yes' over and over between kisses.

Her words, her body moving against his and her kisses becoming less frenzied and more sensual had desire stirring in his blood while happiness had the last vestiges of that tin suit falling away from it. For the first time in forever, Wyatt felt free, from the past, from his own personal prison that had threatened to keep him cold forever.

One of them pulled the sheet away. He slid inside of her, her body rocking against his as they kissed slowly. He let her set the pace, content to just feel her against him, around him, completing him.

The build up was slow this time, almost peaceful. Like neither was in a hurry. DG pulled back and looked into his eyes and touching his face. She bit her lip when her orgasm started, the gentle waves pulsing her body around him, and pulling him along after her. They held onto each other for several moments, their bodies trembling with the force of emotion coursing through them.

"I don't know what I want, Wyatt. I mean, I know I want you. But I mean everything else. I don't know if being a princess is really what I'm meant for, or if there's something else waiting just over the rainbow."

"Hey, it doesn't matter. Princess, queen, milkmaid. I don't care." He ran his lips along her jaw, making her sigh.

"Milk maid?" DG snorted but her appreciation of the point he was trying to make softened her eyes.

"Whatever you want, DG. As long as there's room for me." He wondered if he sounded as vulnerable as he felt. She cupped his face and kissed him, chasing away his doubts.

"There will always be room for you." She whispered, smiling at him. He smiled back, his hands rubbing her back through his shirt. She really did look good in the damn thing. He wondered vaguely how she'd look in his hat.

"Now, Mr. Cain," The formal use of his name pulled him out of that particular fantasy to the one that was literally in his hands. She had picked up the plate and was studying the food on it with great interest. "Have you ever had a body buffet?"

A/N-oh my, naughty DG. blushes for her, snerk So yeah. Hope it was worth the wait. And you know what to do. Review, review, review. :)