CAN'T WAIT Box Set

by Wyatt, Dani

  “Do what?” I ask, my voice deepening as my need for her ramps up, thickening in every part of me.

  “Be so bossy like that, and it doesn’t make me want to tell you to go jump off a bridge... instead, it makes me...”

  Looking over and seeing that need written all over her face is too muchand in an instant, the fire that burns inside of me explodes.

  “Makes you what?” I demand as my hands find her. One grip tight on her leg, while the other settles at the base of her throat, feeling her quickening pulse beneath my fingers.

  As I tighten my grip, her eyelids flutter and her lips fall open on a stuttered breath before she answers. “Make my insides turn up and over and I’m dripping wet. How do you do that?”

  “That’s our own brand of magic, Cricket. I don’t know how I do it for you, all I can tell you is you’ve done something like that to me for so long. Well,” I chuckle, “not the wet part...but all I have to do is think of you and I’m lost. My dick is hard. My heart hammers. I forget how to fucking breathe. So, welcome to my world, baby. Now put one foot on the dash and the other one right here...” I point to the console between us. “Get that skirt up and show me what’s mine.”

  With hesitation in her eyes, she follows my orders. As she hikes up her skirt, I see the shimmering wetness on her plump outer lips. My mouth waters at the sight and the musky scent drifts to my nose.

  I hold a deep breath as I shift sideways in my seat to get a better view. “Lean back against the door and put those legs where I told you.” I point to the console and eye the dash as she quickly does as I say.

  “Your cunt’s wet isn’t it?” I bark.

  “Yes.” Her soft answer has my heart settling. She made a mistake, we’ve covered that issue and I need to let it go.

  “Okay then. Good girl. You want me to get you off, don’t you? You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”

  “I want whatever you’ll give me.”

  “Good answer.”

  I reach over and run my fingers through her folds, enjoying the sensation as her pussy weeps onto my hand. I curl my fingers around and let the backs of them drift up, separating the silky flesh, then back down, watching her face go slack.

  “That feels so good...” Her voice trembles as she moves her cunt upward to give me better access. I rub her gently up and down for a while, watching her face, listening to the soft sounds escaping those perfect lips. Her eyes flutter open and closed as I brush and toy with her. I take my time, building her up until her hips are twitching and her sounds become more desperate.

  “Bring your hand down here. Put it on top of mine. Show me what you like.” A moment of hesitation and the blush that had been creeping up her cheeks explodes into a red bloom that covers her face and neck. “Do as I say.” My voice deepens and she brings a trembling hand down to cover mine.

  “Like this?” she asks as she begins to guide the movement of my fingers against her sex.

  “Just like that, Cricket. Show me what you like. I want to give it all to you, remember?”

  She bites her bottom lip as my cock jerks and twitches. But he will wait for his. Right now, I need this to be all about her.

  “Open up your top, take your tits out, I want to see them.” She begins to pull the hand on top of mine away. “No,” I order. “Keep that one there. Use your other hand, you can do it.”

  In a moment, she’s pulled the top of the blue dress apart and the soft flesh of her tits are out of her bra, the deep pink circles drawn together.

  “Good.” I let her see me admiring the sight, then meet her gaze. “Play with your nipples. Back and forth, while you keep your hand on mine.”

  Soon her mouth is gaping open, her hand firm on top of mine, moving it in grinding circles against her clit. Her body is soaking us and she’s pinching one nipple then the other until her body begins to still.

  “Put your fingers inside me, please,” she begs and I can’t resist my girl. She guides my hand down lower to her opening and my own lust is nearly blinding me. Taking two fingers, I slip them into her drenched cunt.

  “This cunt needs me doesn’t it, Mia? This cunt is mine.” I jab in and out while her hand moves upward and continues to work her clit.

  She nods, opening her mouth but unable to form words to answer, and I curl my long fingers inside her, feeling for that magic dot. When I find it, I go full force. I slam my curled fingers in and out of her until she starts to screech my name and her body clenches, squirting, soaking the console and halfway up the dark fabric of the arm of my suit.

  I keep going until her body is wrung out and she’s panting, one hand gripping her breast so tightly it’s leaving red circles around her fingertips.

  “Oh my God!” she finally gasps the words in a heady breath. “What was that?” She glances down and sees the way her body has drenched the car, the way it’s drenched me.

  “That was beautiful.” I lean over close to her, pulling my fingers from her and putting them between our lips. “I’ll share.” I slide them into her mouth, let her taste, then withdraw them and take them into my own before finally bringing our lips together to share the flavor of her cum.

  My dick is screaming at me but I don’t care. This was perfect. I’ll have my own needs met in time, but I’m patient.

  Her pleasure means more to me than she will ever know.

  As we work out way back toward Tensfield, my ever-present lust is magnified a hundred-fold by the scent of her pleasure swirling around us. Her head is on my shoulder, her heart is in my care, and our life together permeates my every thought.

  She’s holding both new iPhones in her right hand I gave her a few minutes ago and her left is curled around my forearm.

  “So, from now on...” I roll down my window and punch in the code to the massive iron gate. Mia makes a small squeak as she twists her head to look up at me with pursed lips. The rain has abated but it’s dark out and she’s worried about Nana, I know that. “No secrets. You have issues—of any kind at all—you tell me. I’ve got enough to take care of us for now, and I’ve got more coming. You will trust me. You will be honest with me. You will not keep things from me. We clear?”

  She nods slowly. “Clear. But you also have to let me try to work things out too. You can’t just swoop in like Superman and take care of everything, leaving me sitting there doing my needlework. Are we clear?”

  Her snippy tone is forgiven in an instant. I understand her intent. I’m also happy as hell she’s finally allowing herself to let that cute little pain-in-the-ass out. I always knew it was in her. “We’re clear then, Cricket. Let’s get inside and give Nana her phone. I’m cooking...” I raise my eyebrows and pat her inner thigh. “You can do the dishes. I’ll let you.”

  Her wry chuckles make my cock jerk. Seems nearly everything she does gives me that reaction and after thinking I would never find her again, he’s making up for lost time.

  Her ripe, round ass wiggles in the seat as I shift and get out of my door, hunching against the rain as I come around to open hers. Once I’ve helped her out of the car, I shelter her under the edge of my jacket as we cross the driveway to the house and give that fantastic butt a solid squeeze as we enter the front door and she scurries up the stairs calling for Nana. As happy as I am right now, there is a tug in my chest.

  My duty to follow through and take care of Tensfield, as well as my efforts to put this first deal together, weigh me down more than before. Especially now that I’m not going to get Roman’s cash. If I don’t pull this off, not only will I fuck up my potential future at any other deals...but more important...I’ll let my girl down and that is completely unacceptable.

  As I work my way down the hall and into the kitchen, my phone rings.

  It’s Charlie.

  “Hey,” I answer, flattening the palm of my hand on the swinging door to the kitchen.

  “Fucking hell.” His voice is tense. “Man, what the fuck? You lose some brain cells while you were in the joint? You used to be the smart o
ne.”

  I snap my tongue in my cheek. Before he even continues, I’m pretty sure what he’s about to say. “Smarter than your punk ass,” I spit back, pissed because he’s about to throw shade on my mood.

  “You do know Roman Hendrik is not going to just lay down, right? He’s already talking smack about you, going to shut down whatever deal you have cooking.”

  “Fuck him. I’ve still got my own credibility. He’s dirty money. I’ve already got my shit lined up. I’ve got things moving. He can go shove his dick up his own ass.”

  Charlie chuckles into the phone as I pull open the refrigerator to inspect the potential dinner menu options.

  “I’m just relaying the info as I’ve received it.”

  “Spare me the details on how it was received because I don’t give a shit. Is that all?”

  “No. One more thing...” Another of his dramatic pauses. I roll my eyes and count to five before he adds, “That other thing you texted me about earlier today?”

  My heart ticks in my chest. “Yeah. You got it?”

  “What are friends for.”

  “Thanks, man, I just didn’t have time today and I wanted to give it to her. Where are you?”

  “Back at my office. But, I’ll put it in the mailbox on my way home. Give me about forty-five minutes.”

  “Awesome. She’s going to love it.”

  “You’re such a softie.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “See?” Charlie is still laughing when I end the call and I’m as excited as a little kid.

  Pressure rises from my toes upward as I line up the necessary ingredients for a decent dinner. Even I’m surprised by how much feeding my girls matters to me. And, yes, Nana is one of my girls now as well.

  What a difference a day makes.

  I lower my voice as Mia’s own drifts down to the kitchen. She and Nana are fussing at each other as they make their way toward the kitchen.

  10

  Mia

  NANA IS POINTING AT a photo of a dark-haired Latino man in the center of her twenty-six-inch computer monitor. I bite back my laugh at her crooked finger and the grin that creases her entire face. I’m reading on the new Kindle Walker gave me two nights ago after dinner. It’s the world’s best gift ever. He loaded it with over a hundred books already and it’s as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.

  Nana’s voice is full of girlish wonder. “Now...oh, boy...this one here...” She smacks her red lips like she’s chewing on something mouthwatering. “I’d break a hip for him.”

  “Oh my God, Nana. It’s 6:30 in the morning,” I chide playfully, but deep down I see the twinkle back in her eyes and know she’s happier than I’ve seen in longer than I can remember. When we were back in Mexico, there’s no way she would have had the heart to get frisky. “Have you been up all night looking at Senior Hook-Ups?”

  And I have Walker to thank for that twinkle. And possibly a broken hip.

  After Nana saw me reading on the Kindle, she started griping about missing her computer games yesterday morning, Walker came home that evening with an entire set up for both of us, then proceeded to spend the night getting everything connected and installed.

  This morning, after a few hours sleep, I came into Nana’s room to bring her a breakfast tray and there she was, bright-eyed and very bushy tailed. Walker said she stayed up and talked his ear off the entire time while he was setting up her desk and started elbowing him out of the way to log on as soon as he was done.

  Walker cooked veggie omelets and potato pancakes already this morning. I told him, if he doesn’t knock it off I’m going to be waddling around here in no time. But his reply left no doubt that no matter what my size, he’d be fucking me and loving me just as much as he does now.

  We’ve been here just over a week now, settling in and making love every open opportunity it seems. After what happened with Roman, I have to admit I’ve been shaken. Truth is, every time I even think about going out I feel a ball of fear wrapped tight in my stomach. Any progress I’d made on the panic of going out has been set back father than ever before.

  Luckily, Walker takes care of me in such a way that I don’t even need to face that fear. But I will. He has been my rock, and he has awakened things in me I wasn’t even aware existed. If I reach for him during the night, it seems it’s always just as he’s reaching for me. My favorite is waking up with him already inside of me, or sleepy orgasms decorating my dreams whenever he eats me softly until I cum in my sleep.

  I am a lucky, lucky girl.

  The windows in Nana’s suite are open and there’s a fresh breeze blowing through. She’s got her hair piled on top of her head with about a thousand bobby pins, and bright red lipstick rims her thin lips.

  “Hey,” she scolds, turning in her chair to eye me as I’m taking a sip of coffee. “I’ve been single going on fifty years, young lady. I’m gonna get me some before I die. Number one on my bucket list.” Her hands both come up in the air to motion a set of air quotes. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”

  I shake my head and continue reading.

  “I know you do,” she continues with a playful tone. “This house is big, but you and Walker.” She shakes her head, her smile growing. “You two like two wild rabbits in spring. Don’t you think I don’t hear things? This old place echoes. And, my sweet girl,” she raises her eyebrows, “you can make a bit of noise.”

  “Oh my God.” This is not the sort of conversation I’ve ever wanted to have with my grandmother. “I’m leaving.”

  “Don’t be ashamed, Mia,” she calls after me as I’m already moving toward the door. “I’m glad you’re happy. For a girl that is scared to leave the house, the Lord delivered you a man right here. I’m hoping for the same arrangement.”

  “Goodbye, Nana.”

  I’m out the door, but her satisfied laughter muffled by the heavy wood.

  Walker is waiting for me in our room. He’s set up a morning routine for us and as much as I balked at his insistence at first, I’ve come to count on the stability he’s bringing into my life. It’s been the most beautiful, intense, frightening time I can remember, and I would live it repeatedly if I could.

  By the time I’m at the door, I’m already tingling. I hear the spray of the shower and the soft music that floats around the bedroom. This morning it is some classic Spanish guitar music he’s chosen, along with the scent of eight dozen fire roses and fresh coffee.

  I had no idea what fire roses were until Walker brought me the first dozen the day after I’d gotten home.

  They are red, with petals that are tipped with orange and yellow. And he’s brought me an additional dozen each day since we’ve been home.

  Inside the room, my breath stalls as I see Walker standing in front of me, naked with a full erection. That’s to be expected, I’ve discovered. It’s rare I see his penis in any other state, honestly, but when it’s fully engorged as it is now, it is a sight to behold.

  “Strip,” he orders, stepping toward me, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

  Without hesitation, I reach down and pinch the hem of my nightgown between the fingers of both hands and pull it up and off in one smooth motion. I know if I take longer than suits him, it will end up in shreds on the floor. I’m wearing one of my favorites today so out of self-preservation, I comply in haste.

  Don’t get me wrong, there is a certain appeal to having him tear my clothes off, but I’ve learned to calculate which clothes I truly wish to wear again when he’s in that sort of mood.

  Walker nods toward the bathroom, where the jet from the shower is still hissing and popping, steam gently floating our way. There’s no denying his urges, so I sashay that way, delighting in the knowledge that he’s watching my ass every step.

  “You do like to tease,” he whispers from right behind me and a shiver runs up my back.

  He reaches around me to open the wide glass shower door and I step into the steam and blissful heat. His body is hard against mine in the next moment
, guiding us both under the water as it rushes over my skin, tingling over my shoulders, my nipples, between my legs. I feel his hardness against the crack of my behind and close my eyes at the image of us that runs through my mind.

  This has become our morning ritual. Walker takes charge in many ways, yet I know I always have a voice, that when he listens to me he really hears what I’m saying, unlike anyone else ever before.

  “Now.” His mouth is next to my ear, his breath hotter than the water on my skin. “Tell me anything you need to say today. Any questions, desires, dreams...”

  I sigh at his words. The same words that have met my ear each morning, just like this, and it gives me a sense of safety and comfort knowing every day starts with us.

  With this.

  “I dream we will always be like this. I dream of a life. I’ve never done that before you came to me. It’s a life filled with choices and love. Filled with you. With this.” I reach around behind me, palm the weight of his balls, then slip my hand higher and grip the base of his already rock-hard erection.

  “I dream of all of that too. Your dreams are my dreams. And so much more.”

  Behind me, his hands begin to work shampoo into my hair. It smells of lilacs and eucalyptus, and its calming scent gathers in the steam, making me close my eyes and rock back into his chest as he turns me into the water to rinse the bubbles away. He soaps my body and I do the same in return.

  I run my hands up and down the hardness of his chest, over his abdominal muscles, around his back. We wash and rinse each other until my fingers begin to prune, but I’m already used to this routine. I know we are not done.

  “Give me what’s mine,” Walker states as he brings a swift hand swooping down from my chest to cup my sex, slipping two fingers inside me without hesitation and my body accepts them without complaint. “Such a wet, good girl.”

  He takes my other hand in his and brings it around to guide me to stroke his steel shaft. I love when he does this, showing me how to please him, taking control of me in every way. I learn in these moments what he likes most and tuck the information away for later.