His fingers were still on her, and rather than slip them out from beneath her underwear, he pushed one into her and then a second, stroking her and making her head jerk back against the pillow. She knew he was intent on bringing her to a second orgasm while he watched, but she needed to be with him.
She tugged at the elastic to his boxer briefs, forcing them past his muscular ass until he was finally forced to help get rid of them. While he kicked them off, Tabitha fought to get herself naked too.
Their underwear ended up on the floor with the rest of their clothes, but she didn’t care. She just wrapped her legs around Wyatt and clutched at his shoulders when he shifted over her. Then his cock was stretching her, slow and steady, bringing them closer and closer until they were inseparable and untouchable for that one perfect moment.
Tabitha swallowed his moan when he kissed her again. He thrust the rest of the way in, claiming what had always been his. It wasn’t sweet. It was hard, strong, powerful, and it was perfect just how it was. She had always loved every side of Wyatt, the dark as well as the light, because Tabitha understood it was an all-or-nothing deal. The meek lived their lives devoid of these turbulent emotions that created rocky peaks and valleys. They carved out an amazing man, because Wyatt had never been meek. He was so much bigger than that, and Tabitha wouldn’t change him.
Even if it would’ve made things so much easier.
She just savored the climb to the top and tried to forget about the plunge to the bottom waiting on the other side. Now was theirs, and she wasn’t going to ruin it by thinking about tomorrow.
He broke the kiss to bury his face in her neck and started fucking her as if he needed to extinguish the flame of passion between them that never flickered, no matter how tumultuous the storm. It had always been a warm, steady glow in the night that beckoned them toward home. Like their love, it was a something that never died, but it wasn’t the first losing battle Wyatt fought.
He tried to take the last of the passion.
He failed.
He only fueled the fire.
Tabitha stiffened under him at the first surge of ecstasy, digging her nails into his shoulders as she surrendered to their destiny instead of fight it. She reveled in the sea of desire rather than try to drain it. She just wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.
She pulled Wyatt down with her, and he grunted against her ear when he lost the war. She was so wrapped up in him, she could feel the ripple of bliss in the muscles of his back when they tensed under her fingers as he moved in her to the pulse of his release.
They were both breathing heavy and sweaty once it was over. Individually shattered, but still together. For now it was okay to lie there and just accept the loss.
Tomorrow was a new story.
Tabitha knew from hard-won experience the hardest part wasn’t enduring the storm, or accepting the end. It was finding a way to put the broken pieces together in the aftermath.
Part Nine
The Aftermath
In boxing you can create a strategy to beat each new opponent; it’s just like chess.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Wyatt looked at the DOJ card in his hand.
He tapped it against the aged wood, trying to get up the nerve to make a call he didn’t want to make. He tried to think rationally and consider his options, but none of them were great. He could step down as sheriff to save himself from the embarrassment of being fired.
But damn, he liked being sheriff.
Even on bad days, he liked it.
Willingly letting it go was going to be the second-hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. Losing Tabitha would always be the most difficult. He’d already done it once. He knew how fucking heart-wrenching it was. He breathed for her, but he thrived because of his job. Now he had to do both at the same time. What the hell would he have left to keep taking blood pressure medication for? He might as well just toss the bottle in the trash now and let the stress of a criminal trial kill him.
Jules had Romeo now. She had Nova and Tino too, and like Wyatt had observed at the hospital yesterday—his father had raised his sister strong.
Clay had Melody, and Wyatt knew the two of them would flourish easily without him.
There really was nothing left.
“For you.”
Wyatt looked down at the plate Tabitha put in front of him and grimaced. “What the hell is it?”
“It’s a broccoli-and-spinach egg-white omelet.” Tabitha sat down across him with another plate with the same beige-and-green creation. “At least try it.”
Wyatt picked up the orange Tabitha had garnished the dish with and put it in his mouth, giving her an orange-rind grin.
She giggled as she looked at him. “You’re silly.”
He snorted and took it out of his mouth. “Sometimes.”
Wyatt went ahead and picked up the fork on the plate and tried a bite. He raised his eyebrows after a moment and said, “It ain’t half-bad.”
“Ain’t half-bad at all,” Tabitha agreed as she took a bite too.
“You can officially make anything taste good,” Wyatt said as he stabbed at the omelet. “It’s one of your many talents.”
“You can thank my mother for that.” Tabitha laughed bitterly. “I’ve put some pretty creative ingredients together to make something palatable.”
“Your mother’s a bitch, Tabitha,” Wyatt declared as he took another bite, and it felt good to finally say it out loud after thinking it since he was eight years old. “I hate her.”
Tabitha was silent for a long moment before she nodded. “Yeah, she is.”
“You just spent forty thousand dollars restoring her house,” Wyatt reminded her.
“I did,” Tabitha agreed.
“And I ain’t even gonna ask what the medical bills cost,” Wyatt went on. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” Tabitha shrugged. “I probably need to go to a support group for codependents and figure it out.”
Wyatt laughed. “Better late than never, I guess.”
“What’s one more support group, right?” Tabitha laughed with him. “I’m making a collection over here.”
“Do you have support groups in Key West?” Wyatt asked her seriously. “Have you been getting help with everything?”
“I have.” Tabitha gave him a wan smile. “I have a good network there.”
“Good.” Wyatt took a deep breath, taking comfort from that. “I want you to be okay. I want it more than anything.”
Tabitha seemed to consider that for a long moment, as if actually looking for a way to assure him she’d be okay if they broke up again. Then she looked back down at her breakfast and whispered, “Eat your omelet.”
Wyatt ate it rather than point out it could use salt. He noticed the shaker had disappeared off the table. Rather than irritate him, it made him smile as he stared at the lonely pepper now by itself. He couldn’t really complain about someone loving him enough to forgo salt and cheese on an omelet and appear to enjoy broccoli and spinach instead.
They were nearly done with breakfast when a knock sounded at the front door, and Wyatt frowned as he looked out of the kitchen. “It’s seven in the morning.”
“I can get it.” Tabitha pushed away from the table.
“No, I’ll get it.” Wyatt stood. “I’ll look for the saltshaker while I’m at it.”
Tabitha giggled again and announced, “Silly.”
Wyatt touched the top of her head affectionately when he took the long route around the table. “Love you.”