Into The Wild

“That shouldn’t be too hard for you, then.” Truth be told Anika didn’t care if he would have to spend the entire day searching out the perfect artwork to write about. The entire day with Wilder to herself was everything that she needed, everything that she had been craving for quite some time. So long as she could keep him company Wilder could take all the time in the world. A smile stretched from ear-to-ear at the gentle kiss to her hand, Anika squeezing his fingers between her own as she let her attention drift to the art. There always was something about being surrounded by beautiful creations that lifted her heart and soul, to the point where she felt like she was on cloud nine. Being with Wilder only enhanced the sensation, and as she stepped closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible while she still could, his comment nearly made her double-take. “You want me to be your model.” She fought off a laugh, though there was excitement in her eyes at the prospect of ‘modeling’ for him. “This isn’t a nude deal, is it?” The corner of her mouth peeked upward in an amused smile. “Are you going to draw me like one of your French girls?” 

“I guess. It’s just not very creative.” He complained. It was true that the assignment wasn’t hard by any measure. Even for someone who art wasn’t their passion. His annoyance was simply that he’d done this project in every art class he’d ever been in. Even the one he took as a child. Still though the whole thing was worth it to get to spend the day with Anika. Wilder was sure he’d do just about anything to get to spend time with her. With a shake of his head he laughed at her quip. “I certainly wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to be nude. But no, it’s not that kind of deal. At least I don’t think so yet anyways. I haven’t quite decided but I think I’m going to do a hand study.  Could maybe have them doing erotic things.” He wiggled his eye brows at the suggestion. “Or just draw them doing everyday things.” He continued with a shrug. Giving her hand a squeeze they continued on through the exhibit, looking for anything that really caught his eye. “Really though I want to draw you for our final project that’s due at the end of the semester. An impressionist piece of someone I know.” Wilder quoted the assignment.

Being with Wilder in a museum, surrounded by art and history and culture, she couldn’t help but be reminded of the first time they had met in his father’s gallery, the night of the party. Their conversation about art and harmless flirting was only to be interrupted, but now they largely didn’t have a worry. The odds of someone knowing her were slim to none, they had an entire afternoon to spend together without sneaking around in the shadows. They were out in the open, two lovers and appreciators of art, enjoying the museum but most importantly enjoying each other. “Whatever’s best for your project,” Anika offered, smile gently widening as his fingers slid easily between her own, like were they meant to be entwined. They normally didn’t quite have that luxury, and Anika was intent on milking it for all that it was worth. “Aw,” she hummed teasingly, free hand rising to gently cup Wilder’s chin while she leaned in for a quick kiss. “You’re cute.” Failing to shake her smile she began guiding them toward the ancients wing, her arm leaning further into Wilder’s as she enjoyed the close proximity. “This is nice,” Anika said offhandedly, almost feeling giddy thanks to this excursion with Wilder. It was like she was on a first date, and while an engaged woman such as herself shouldn’t have been on a date with anyone but her fiancé, she was way past the point of no return there. “I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve been out like this. Alone, at least. We should do it more often.”

Museums were a place that had always brought Wilder comfort.Being surrounded by art gave him a feeling he didn’t quite know how to explain. And having Anika here with him just made him feel even more on top of the world. Though he knew it was wrong he couldn’t help but feel so lucky to have her here by his side. Especially in a place where he couldn’t imagine anyone recognizing them. Here he could hold her hand, kiss her, anything without worrying about the consequences. “It’s such an unoriginal project. I had to do the same on in high school. Pick out a picture and write an essay on what it means to me and I have to draw my own version of it.” Wilder brought her hand up to his mouth as she entwined their fingers, giving her a soft kiss. He rolled his eyes at being called cute but conceded to her statement. “It is really nice.” He agreed. Wilder wished he could agree with doing this more often, because he wanted nothing more than to do this more in the future, but he knew soon enough that wouldn’t be possible and he wanted to do his best to not draw attention to that fact today. This day was going to be spent with allhis attention on her and the beautiful art surrounding them. “You know I have another project coming up soon and I was hoping I could use you as model.”

The woman could blame this on anyone and anything but herself but the reality of it was that this was Anika’s fault. She was the one who was engaged, older and seemingly more wise enough to know that an affair was wrong, let alone an affair with her fiancé’s son. Yet as she stood there, avoiding Wilder’s eye because it was just too painful and embarrassing to look at him, she just couldn’t bring herself to quit. It was easy to say that they could end this and go on sleeping with other people; easy to say, but not easy to do. No, Anika was hopelessly and helplessly crazy for him, more so than she ever would have expected or dreamed of. When her fiancé wasn’t there Wilder was. When her fiancé didn’t wish to indulge in her thoughts or desires Wilder was. The boy had gotten under her skin in more ways than one, and it was precisely why she didn’t pull away when Wilder stopped her from leaving. Hesitantly she met his eye, knowing that once she did it would all be over because fuck, she wanted him. It was wrong and messy but she wanted him, and her eyes said as such as she listened to him. “If I were you I would have done the same thing,” she admitted, swallowing hard as her fingers laced with his own. Whether she wished to admit it or not there were feelings there, feelings that led to jealousy, and led to her heart skipping a beat when he said she was the only one he wanted. “You’re the only one I want, too.” Anika’s eyes fell to his lips, and she knew then that it was over. “I’m sorry, too, just…just kiss me,” the order fell from her lips breathlessly as she pulled Wilder into her, lips crashing against his own.

The right thing to do would be for them to end this and now probably would have been the best time. They were already fighting. There were already hurt feelings. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even though fucking his father’s fiancé was probably one of the worst things he’d ever done and ever would do morally he couldn’t find the will to stop and he didn’t want to find it. In the past he’d always hated when someone would say that something that felt this good couldn’t possibly be that bad, but he was starting to have those same kinds of thoughts now. Because surely as cliché as it sounded as bad as what they were doing was it couldn’t truly be that bad when it made him feel the way it did. Hearing her say that he too was the only one she wanted brought a small smile to his face. He didn’t hesitate in kissing her back, pulling her body tightly against his as he pushed her back against the sink counter. They needed to get back to the table but that was the last thing he wanted to do. If he was being honest all he really wanted to do was fuck her senseless here and now. Wilder knew he’d probably have to wait until they were home for that though. “We should probably be getting back …” He softly trailed his lips down her neck as he spoke, his hand traveling up her thigh. “Or we could not.” With a grin on his lips he pulled teasingly at the hem of her dress.

Anika hadn’t been itching for a fight when she dragged Wilder into the bathroom. At most a brief argument, followed by (hopefully) a better way of making up and a promise of more later. But those hopes were squashed when he threw sleeping with other people in her face just because she was doing it. Anika nearly flinched as her brows knit together, unable to squash down the hurt despite how silly it was. But it stung, hearing it. What he didn’t know was that Anika hadn’t slept with Peter in the last few weeks. She’d come up with every excuse in the book – she was tired, she wasn’t feeling well, etc. etc. – for as long as she possibly could, before Peter began asking questions. Anika loved her fiancé, she did, but…Anika was just confused. She didn’t know what to feel or think when it came to Wilder, acting uncharacteristically just to be with him. Maybe she was being ridiculous in whatever they were doing with each other. “Us? I didn’t realize there was an ‘us,’ since we’re fucking other people and all.” Anika met his eye, and no matter how hard she tried to hide it she was sure he could tell that she was hurt. “For the record, I haven’t slept with your father since we first slept together but if you want to change that so you can sleep with your childhood friend then fine. I’m glad we cleared that up, and you don’t have to worry about my being ridiculous any longer.” She rubbed her arm, searching for some sort of comfort as she looked at the door with a hard glaze in her eye. “We should head back to the table.” 

Wilder had always seemed to have a way of fucking things up when it came to his personal life. It was why he threw himself so much into school and only had the occasional fling, never letting anything get to serious. Which was what he had planned when he started this thing with Anika, but he’dgotten himself too involved. He cared too much and that was when things always started going downhill for him. He was determined to not have that happen this time. For however long he could have the woman in front of him, he wanted to have her. That was of course if she wasn’t completely done with him after tonight. Especially now when he could see just how he had hurt her. The look on her face made his chest hurt and he had to look away, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He didn’t know what to say that could make any of this better but when he saw her eyeing the door he knew he needed to say something. With a moment of brief hesitation he reached out and grabbed her arm, letting his hand slide down until it held hers. “Anika wait . . . I didn’t want the night to go like this. I know I shouldn’t have brought her. It was just that the thought of sitting at a table with you and my dad all night didn’t sound ideal and yeah I wanted to make you jealous. Because every day I see you with him I’m fucking jealous. I’m sorry. The only person I want right now is you, okay?”

“I can handle watching you with someone else,” Anika defended, though she knew that her defense lacked conviction considering how she had treated Allie. Friendly enough in Peter’s eyes, perhaps, but Wilder could see right through the backhanded comments. “This was your father’s idea. I didn’t purposefully want to hurt you this evening until you decided to bring her along.” What other purpose did he have then to just rub it in her face and give her a taste of her own medicine? Granted she probably deserved it – no, definitely deserved it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Anika kept her arms crossed and eyes narrowed as Wilder stepped closer, trying, and failing, to fend off the guilt at his words. He was right that Peter appeared oblivious which was a relief, but all three of them being sat at the same table with Anika and Wilder exchanging secret glances and words with double meanings was taking its toll. “My displays?” She could have scoffed as she shook her head though her eyes gave her away. He was right and she was jealous and this night was getting worse by the second. “I wasn’t the one suggesting that you bring her around some more to ‘spend time’ with when your father’s gone. And if you don’t want me to be mad at you,” Anika stepped away, knowing that if she let him continue to touch her she’d lose all train of thought and modicum of control, “then maybe you shouldn’t have threatened everything by bringing her.” She looked away, knowing that it wasn’t fair to put all of the blame onto him. It was her fault for retaliating by being all over Peter right in front of him. She looked elsewhere, avoiding Wilder’s eye. “But I may have…not made it easy on you. Maybe I wanted to make you jealous too.”

“Can you? Because it really didn’t seem like it,” He rolled his eyes and looked away from her. All her comments and her overly displays of affection towards peter were all signs that she indeed could not handle watching him with someone else. And though it thrilled him it also annoyed him. It thrilled him because it helped show how she was just as jealous as him. The irritation it gave him was completely irrational. He was supposed to be able to handle seeing her with Peter, but she couldn’t handle seeing him with another girl? “So what if I do bring her around to spend some time with her? I didn’t realize you were the only person I could fuck. I know I’m certainly not the only one you’re fucking.” As much as Wilderdidn’t want to think about it he knew that Anika had to be sleeping with Peter. He was her fiancé after all and suspicion was bound to grow if she just randomly stopped having sex with him. Peter may be pretty oblivious but Wilder was sure that was something he would notice and eventually start to question. Really he had no right to be upset. Anika wasn’t his and he knew she would never be. Soon enough she would be marrying his father and whatever it was they had going on would come to an end.  “Andlike I said I didn’t threaten anything by bringing her. And what are youworried I threatened anyways? Peter and you? Or us?” He asked, leaning against the bathroom counter when she moved away from him. It was hard to hide that her moving away from his touch hurt him a bit. All he wanted was to have her in his arms, but he crossed his arms across his chest and kept them to himself. “So I guess we’re both just acting ridiculous?”

Anika could feel the annoyance prickling at her skin as she stormed off toward the bathroom, hoping more than anything that Wilder would have the sense to follow her. It was true that at the beginning of the night she’d hadn’t been too nonplussed with the idea of Wilder bringing a ‘date.’ She knew he was just trying to make her jealous, probably wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine since he was constantly subjected to her and Peter. But to try and get a rise out of her with Peter right there? It was almost like he wanted to be caught. Even if she was guilty of trying to make him a little jealous Anika wasn’t prepared to think of why that was. She could blame it on Allie, but in reality she was afraid of why she truly didn’t want Wilder with anyone else. It was selfish to want him for herself, especially when she was the biggest hypocrite in the world for thinking so, but she just couldn’t help herself. It was like she was addicted and couldn’t quit no matter how hard she tried. Anika tapped her heel impatiently as she waited for Wilder to show, and when he finally did she wasted no time in grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. “What is wrong with you?” Her hands returned to her sides as she stared him down, trying so hard to keep it together entirely. “Do you realize how immature you’re being bringing that girl tonight just to what? Try and make me jealous? If your father picks up on what you’re trying to do we’re both screwed.” She practically scoffed as her arms crossed. “And if your intention was to make me jealous you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

Wilder chuckled softly when she pulled him into the bathroom. He knew that would probably just fuel the fire but he couldn’t help it. The nerves and excitement of the situation had gotten the better of him. “I’m immature because I brought a date? So I was just supposed to sit here all nightand watch you with him? But you can’t handle watching me with someone else?” He asked, moving himself closer to her. Wilder wanted to touch her but he kept his hands to his sides, not wanting to push his luck at the moment. “He’s not going to find out about us, Anika. Not unless one of us tells him. Don’t you see how oblivious he is? He doesn’t see what’s right under his nose. He doesn’t want to. And really you’ve been just as guilty tonight as I have.” He suddenly felt very irritated that she was putting all of the blame onto him, even though he knew that was exactly what she should be doing. Still though if she was really that scared of Peter finding out she shouldn’t have been so quick to react every time he made some kind of with Allie. “You’re not very good at lying, did you know that? Because I’d say every one of your little displays tonight were because you were very jealous. So I think I’d say I did a pretty good job.” He told her, the conformation that she was indeed jealous made his heart race. Wilder reached out his hand and let his fingers brush against her waist. “Don’t be mad at me.”

Maybe it was ironic that the two of them both wished that they were center of the other’s attention. Peter’s attention on her no longer felt as good as it once did. Now she felt like he was scrutinizing her, like he knew what she was doing even when she was positive that he hadn’t a clue. Every time they were alone, every time they laid side-by-side at night whenever he was actually home the guilt gnawed at her, overwhelming in its nature. Anika knew that she should put in an end to whatever she had with Wilder. She was a grown woman, more mature, engaged and yet she couldn’t stop acting like some excited, idiotic teenager. Anika shouldn’t have felt any sort of jealousy over Wilder and Allie when Wilder had to face her and his father every day and yet she couldn’t control her emotions, not when it came to the boy. A stupid little comment like Allie being around more was enough to tick her off. Anika removed her hand from Wilder’s thigh at that, turning instead to Peter whom she gave a charming smile. “I need to use the restroom, I’ll be right back,” she promised him directly, leaning to give him a goodbye kiss that probably lasted a few more seconds than needed. Then she pushed her chair out, subtly kicking Wilder under the table so he’d get the hint to find a way to follow her. She needed a breather, and they needed to talk.

The racing in his chest anytime Anika touched his father made him angry. He wasn’t supposed to be jealous like this. Wilder knew since he started whatever he had going on with Anika that she would never be his and he was fine with that, or at least he had been at first. Now he wasn’t so sure but he tried not to think about it. Thinking about it just made him more anxious, guiltier, and those weren’t things he wanted to feel right now or ever. Wilder knew the second he said what he did about Allie that Anika would react and that was of course exactly why he had said it. The sudden absence of her hand on his thigh left him feeling slightly bereft but the feeling was replaced with that feeling of jealously that was becoming all so familiar when Anika kissed his father. He had to look away, his fist clenching under the table in an act to keep himself calm. Did he really want to follow her? He knew she was going to be mad but he also knew there was no way he would be able to just sit at the table and do nothing. It didn’t take long for Wilder to come up with an excuse to get himself away from the table. When he got away he made sure to take a different route than the one Anika had taken before heading to where she waited for him.”Needing some assistance in the bathroom?” He joked.

Maybe she wasn’t playing fair but Wilder was the one who had decided to bring along a date to this family dinner. Anika had thought that she could sit through the dinner without any trouble; maybe some guilt, but no one-upping each other. If they played this game they could easily get caught and then what? Anika couldn’t even fathom what could happen if her fiancé found out, even if there was a part deep down inside of her, one she wished to suppress, that knew that he would eventually find out. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to prolong it for as long as possible. Even at dinner she did her best to keep her calm, talking mostly with her fiancé and avoiding curious glances toward Wilder and his date. It was only when she felt the hand on her leg that she shifted, the only indication that she was bothered by the whole thing. Finally she could no longer take the silence any longer. “Allie,” the woman began, a glass of wine in one hand and her other hovering close to Wilder’s thigh underneath the table. “You and Wilder. How long have you two been together? Because I have to say,” Anika’s hand slowly slid onto Wilder’s thigh, “on behalf of both me and Peter of course, that Wilder deserves only the best.” 

Maybe bringing Allie to dinner hadn’t been his best idea. Then again why should he not be able to bring a date along anyways? At first he had just wanted to invite someone because he knew the whole thing was bound to be awkward. And he thought that if he had someone there to talk to he would be less likely to focus so much on how he hated seeing his father with the Anika and how he wanted to be the focus of the woman’s attention tonight not Peter. Allie was meant to be his distraction then though he’d realized the opportunity the situation would afford. So he’d talked to Allie – someone who he trusted and had known for as long as he could remember. It hadn’t taken much convincing for her to agree to be his fake date, always having liked to cause a little drama herself. Wilder couldn’t help but smirk softly when he felt Anika’s hand on his thigh, pretending to listen as his date explained how they’d known each other since elementary school and had only changed up their relationship since Wilder had moved back. It wasn’t a complete lie seeing as the two had spent a couple nights together, though they’d never been anything more than friends with benefits. Peter nodded his agreement to Anika’s statement. “Yeah son you should bring the girl around more often.” Wilder’s smirk only widened at the suggestion. “I might just have to do that. She could help keep me company when you’re gone on your work trips,” He said, smiling at Allie.

Needless to say, Anika wasn’t amused with the game that Wilder was trying to playing. All they needed was one slip-up for Peter to notice and then they were both dead. It didn’t help that she had always been cool in her jealousy; it wouldn’t be pretty if she let her feelings take over. Instead, Anika stopped meeting Wilder’s eye altogether and bit her tongue, appearing unbothered despite wanting more than anything to push Allie from the moving vehicle. “How sweet,” she managed to smile, up until she noticed the way that Wilder squeezed her leg. Is that how they were playing now? “Wilder, you should bring her to the wedding,” Anika continued, reminding him of her impending nuptials as she grabbed one of Peter’s hands, “the more the merrier.” Despite her smile as Peter pressed a kiss to her hand Anika felt the guilt twist in the pit of her stomach, like it always did whenever they were together. It didn’t stop her from holding onto him for the rest of the car ride, and it didn’t stop her from pulling Peter into her once they were finally at the restaurant and out of the car. Her hands on his chest as she gave him a quick but no less passionate kiss in full view of Wilder; that wasn’t her problem in the least. Anika didn’t know what he was playing at, but she was not in the mood to play the kind of games he had in mind.

Sometimes Wilder wondered what would happen if his father found out he had been fucking his fiancé. He knew trying to get Anika all riled up in front of Peter was just asking for trouble. And maybe deep down his guilt made him want his father to figure them out, but the boy immediately pushed that thought away. His father finding out what they had been doing was the last thing he wanted, more so for Anika than for himself. What his father would do to him didn’t mean so much as what he would do to Anika. Still that didn’t make him want to stop his game completely, not when he was just getting started, and really he didn’t think Peter was aware enough to even realize what was going on right in front of him. Wilder forced himself to smile at her suggestion. “Yeah you should come, Allie. We’ll have a lot of fun.” He told her with a grin before having a whispered conversation with his date, doing his best to ignore anything happening in the front seat. His desire to make Anika jealous only grew even more with her little show of affection when they’d reached the restaurant. He’d had to fight hard to keep his expression clear and even now as they sat around their table it was still hard not to let his own jealously show. Instead he did his best to pretend Anika wasn’t there. He was polite but acted uninterested, giving most of his attention to Allie, though every once in a while he would pretend to accidentally brush his hand against Anika’s leg.

The entire night was going to be interesting, and nerve-wracking. All three of them hadn’t spent much time together once Peter had returned home, and now they were all out to dinner. What made things worse was that she was forced to sit across from Wilder and his date, even if she had no reason to be bothered by it. The woman was engaged to his father and he had to deal with that every day. It was her fault for striking up whatever it was between them, but every time that Anika tried to put a stop to it she came right back to Wilder. Even seeing him kiss the girl made her jaw clench if only for a second but she brushed it off, quickly masking the jealousy with a soft smile as she leaned into Peter. Even just being beside him felt wrong now. God, this was going to be a long night. In silence she sat in the front seat, her eyes glancing up toward the rearview mirror to catch glimpses of Wilder. For a good while she remained quiet, only answering Peter when he tried to make small talk. She was unable to really think about anything but the two in the backseat, and she could only stay quiet for so long. “So, Allie,” Anika began, her voice cutting through the silence in the car. “How do you and Wilder know each other?”

It wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be to push away his guilt as they drove to dinner. It wasn’t as if whatever he had going on with Anika would last forever so why not have some fun with it while it lasted? He hoped the payoff of his little game would win him a visit from her tonight. Wilderplaced his hand just above Allie’s knee, smiling at the girl as they whispered softly to each other in the back seat. He did his best to focus on his date but every now and then he’d catch Anika’s gaze in the rear view mirror and shoot her a bit of a grin before returning to his conversation. Allie brought her attention to the older woman when she spoke, smiling politely at her. “We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Our moms became friends so we ended up with a lot of play dates with together growing up. We stayed pretty close until he moved away but even then we still kept in touch.” She said, grinning at Wilder. While she talked it made her think of all the times they’d hung out together as children. She was one of his closest friends and the fact that she was willing to help play along with his scheme made him love her even more. “She was my best friend growing up.” Wilder put in, giving Allie’s leg a squeeze.

This entire dinner had the potential to be a nightmare. Ever since her fiancé had returned from his business trip the house had become stifling, her guilt threatening her resolve every single second of the day. It didn’t stop her from going back to Wilder, though. Her attraction toward him was still too much for her to shake, even to the point where she felt jealousy at the thought of him having a date for the evening. “Of course,” she answered as casually as she possibly could, eyes raking in every last inch of him as he stepped closer to her. A part of her wished she could smack that smirk off of his face but she refrained. Instead, Anika merely returned the smirk in force, closing the gap between them as her hand cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip while her voice dropped to a near whisper. “She’s no me.” 

Still smirking, Anika walked past him entirely with an extra sway in her hips, moving toward the front door to size up this mystery girl. Anika knew that she was right – this girl couldn’t hold a flame to herself. Unfortunately since Peter was already by the door greeting her she had no choice but to pleasant, giving the younger girl a friendly smile as she extended a hand to shake. “I’m Anika, Peter’s fiancée. I can’t wait to get to know you better.” Anika waited until Wilder had joined to turn to Peter beside her, giving him a charming smile as she took his hand in hers. “Should we get going, honey?” It would probably annoy Wilder to no end but, he deserved it. He wanted to play games and Anika wasn’t about to let him win. 

Was it too late to claim being sick? Wilder went over different scenarios in his mind, all of them ways that he could get himself out of this. He knew it probably wouldn’t take much effort for him to feign being sick, but Allie was already here and he knew he couldn’t just bail on her. Especially since there had been some convincing involved to get her to come in the first place. Plus what would be the fun in bailing out of tonight? It was sure to be entertaining and that much was confirmed to him when Anika moved closer to him, his smirk growing as she touched his mouth. He had to fight the urge to grab her and pull her even closer instead he took a moment to appreciate the view before he followed her out of the room.

When her fiancé had insisted his son join them for dinner that night Anika was not as thrilled as she should have been. The woman wasn’t even interested in going to dinner with him alone let alone with Wilder, whom she’d been seeing more of these days than the man she was meant to marry. Every time she saw his face her stomach sunk to a new low with guilt, and every time she saw Wilder it became all the more complicated. But the guilt didn’t stop her from falling into bed with Wilder whenever the opportunity arose. Despite all the guilt she hadn’t figured out how to stop herself from falling deeper down the hole. In a dress admittedly more low-cut than usual and with her eyes down while she rummaged through her purse Anika made her way into the kitchen, unknowing that Wilder was already in there. His form caught her eye, Anika’s head snapping up to rest upon her fiancé’s son and her new lover. How did she even begin to address tonight? Anika took a deep breath. “Wilder —“ But before she could continue the sound of the doorbell silenced her, along with the distinct voice of her fiancé announcing that Wilder’s date was here. Anika couldn’t even hide the shock on her face as she rose a brow. “You have a date?”

Why his dad was so insistent on him joining them for this dinner he had no idea. This was the first real time he hadn’t really given Wilder a choice on whether he wanted to attend or not. His father had offered for him to accompany them in the past but Wilder had always rejected the offer, not wanting to make things more awkward for himself and Anika. But if he wasgoing to be forced into this dinner than he definitely was going to make the most of it. A part of Wilder hated that he so badly wanted to make Anika jealous, it made him feel week and vulnerable, but he just couldn’t help the way he felt or the way he wanted her to feel. The last few weeks had only made his feelings for his father’s fiancé more of a jumbled mess and then there was the guilt of what he was doing to his dad. That had surprised him a lot at first but it hadn’t bothered him enough to keep him from going back to Anika whenever the opportunity arose. When the woman walked into the kitchen his eyes immediately scanned her frame and the dress she was wearing that fit her so perfectly. Wilder set his glass down and took a few steps towards her. “Yeah, you okay with that?” He asked, the slightest smirk playing across his lips.

Anika didn’t want this to end, partly because it felt so damn good and partly because she knew the consequences of what they were doing would only bring her straight down from her high. The woman couldn’t bear to think about the fact that she was sleeping with her fiancé’s son and that already it felt a hundred times better than it did with her actual fiancé. Fuck, how was she ever going to reconcile with this? The woman didn’t even know how long they could last when they were moving fast with desperation, like they needed to fuck each other like it was the last thing they did. Pushing such thoughts from her mind Anika let the pleasure take over. Her hips rose and fell, slowly bouncing atop him and sliding up and down, up and down, riding his cock for all it was worth. Anika dragged her fingernails down Wilder’s chest, reveling in the feeling of his strong hands playing with her breasts to only heighten the sensations. Honestly his compliment was like music to her ears and Anika smiled, looking down at him through dark, lustful eyes. “And you feel so fucking good.” Anika rolled her hips each time she moved down on his cock, as for him to hit the right spot, soft moans leaving her lips each time that got louder with every rock of her hips. Her eyes closed shut then, taking in every second of pleasure he could give her.

Her nails dug deep into the flesh of his shoulders as his thrusts progressed, each one feeling better than the last. It felt good, so impossibly good, better than anything she had fantasized about. And god did she fantasize about it, more than a woman in her position should have. She was the older one, the one who was engaged and yet she was under his spell. It was jarring and wrong and exciting all at once and Anika didn’t want it to end. Her hands roamed over his strong muscular arms, down to his ass which she grabbed hold of, pushing his hips harder into hers. Anika’s voice echoed through the room, a thin layer of sweat beginning to cover her olive skin as he thrusted into her harsh, giving her just what she needed. “– Oh god, fuck,” she breathlessly murmured as he stimulated her breasts and bit down at her skin, surely leaving marks. Anika would have to worry about covering that up but right then she could only think about getting more. On a whim Anika’s hands slid back up his body to rest on his chest where she gave him a push, rolling the two of them over until she was on top and could ride him properly, fulfilling both of their fantasies she was sure. 

The thought of Wilder fucking her was enough to make her squirm with anticipation, her heart now rapidly pounding against her chest as hard as she wished Wilder would pound into her. Her legs immediately parted for him as he hovered over her again, Anika’s eyes dark and lustful as he teased her with the head of his cock. God, it was like he knew exactly what she wanted and she arched into his touch, pushing her hips down into him to get exactly what she needed. “Wilder,” Anika whimpered as pushed deep inside of her, her body quickly adjusting to him. She tilted her head back, his name on her lips enough to fill the room as her eyes closed and her fingers laced with his; that was probably more intimate than him just being inside of her. Anika loved it, how he filled her so completely that she could feel nothing but him. He’d have her screaming in no time. Her fingers grabbed tightly onto his as he began to move, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he pressed sweet kisses to her jaw. Every time he pulled back only to push right back in she whimpered, it feeling far better than she ever could have expected. “Fuck, don’t stop,” she insisted, Anika’s legs quickly wrapping around Wilder’s waist to hold him deeper, a motion that only tore another moan from her throat.