by A. M. Myers
“Damn, you did good, babe.”
He nods with a smirk on his face like he already knows he did good and reaches across the seat, unclipping my belt and pulling me toward him as hunger fills his eyes.
“Wait, you’re gonna crush the food!” I yell, placing my hand on his chest to stop him and he sighs, glancing down at the bag of chicken and sides we picked up on the way over here as he releases me.
“I’m not hungry.” His stomach growls, betraying him and I laugh as I back away from him and grab the food.
“Sure, but let’s go eat anyway.”
His smile widens and he flashes me a predatory look before he turns and opens his door. “Fine. I’ll eat dinner and then I’m eating you.”
“Wyatt,” I gasp and he laughs as he slams the door behind him and walks around to the back to grab our bags. I hop down with the bag of food in my hand and meet him at the front door as he punches a code into the little box attached to the door. It beeps and a secret compartment pops out, revealing a key.
“Fancy,” I mutter and he glances back at me with a smirk as he unlocks the door. It swings open to a bright, airy, all white color scheme that has a quintessential beauty feel to it and memories from our first trip here rush back to me. We stayed in a hotel that time but it was right on the beach and if we weren’t playing in the ocean, we were in bed or in the hot tub just trying to soak up as many moments together as we could. Hell, I don’t even think we showered separately that entire trip.
“Come on. Let’s take a tour,” he says, grabbing my hand and heat settles in my chest at the feeling of his touch and I nod, fighting back a smile as he leads me into the kitchen before turning down a hallway. At one end is a bedroom and a bathroom with a large walk-in shower and at the other end is a screened in back porch that leads out to a yard and a pool. I point to the little round table next to the pool.
“Let’s eat here.”
He nods and releases my hand. “Sure. I’ll go see if I can find some plates and stuff.”
As he turns and walks back into the house, I sit down and set the food on the table before looking out at the water and sighing. The sun is sinking into the ocean, fire red merging with cool blue as intense purples, pinks, and oranges streak across the sky. A light breeze ruffles my hair and the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach soothe my soul as I take a deep breath. I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed. Then again, I also can’t remember the last time I took a vacation. When I called Eden this morning, she was ready to rip me a new one but when she found out who I was with she was all too happy to cover some of my shoots and reschedule the others for me. Her only stipulation was that I spill all the details as soon as I got home but I would expect nothing else. Honestly, it is a miracle she let me leave without a full rundown of events. Giggling, I imagine how much it has to be driving her crazy as I shake my head.
“What are you giggling about out here?” Wyatt asks, walking up behind me with two plates, silverware, and a couple beers. I shake my head again as he sets them down.
“I was just thinking about how crazy it has to be making Eden that I didn’t tell her everything that happened before we left.”
He scoffs as he sits down and passes me a plate. “She a good friend to you, baby? Or can I keep being mad at her?”
“You can do whatever you want but she is my best friend and she really did mean well.”
“Yeah,” he answers, meeting my gaze with a smile. “I suppose it worked out all right in the end but that girl has got boundary issues.”
I nod. Truthfully, I can’t argue with him but I know Eden and I know her heart was in the right place when she put this whole little plan into motion. “She’s working on it.”
“Mmhmm,” he hums, his gaze full of doubt as he peeks over at me and I laugh as he puts a big piece of fried chicken on my plate before holding up one of the sides. “Mashes potatoes or mac and cheese?”
I roll my eyes as I lift up my plate and hold it out to him. “Both. And a biscuit, please.”
He chuckles as he scoops some potatoes onto my plate and pours a little bit of gravy over the top before grabbing the mac and cheese. Once he plops the biscuit next to everything else, I set my plate back down and take one of the beers from him.
“Sorry it’s so small,” he says, glancing around as he finishes loading up his plate. “It was all I could find at the last minute. Apparently whoever originally rented this place out for the next five days cancelled last night.”
I shake my head as I look up at the little cottage. “I think it’s perfect. We have everything we need and if this trip is about us reconnecting, I wouldn’t want to be in a hotel or some big house with tons of neighbors around.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his lips twitching with a hidden grin as he arches a brow. “There something specific you need privacy for, Pip?”
“Maybe… I’ve kind of always wanted to have sex in a pool,” I say, my gaze flicking to the pool next to us and he sucks in a breath as his gaze drops down to my chest and he licks his lips. Goddamn, the man is going to kill me. He grabs his fork and nods to my plate.
“You better hurry up and eat.”
I lean back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. “Oh? And why is that?”
“Because you started talking about getting fucked in that pool and now my cock is hard as a rock.”
“Oh,” I whisper, a shiver working its way down my spine as my eyes flick to the pool before snapping back to him. His hazel eyes are molten, staring at me like a man possessed and my hand shakes as I lean forward and grab my fork but nothing on my plate looks good anymore. Without a word, he stands up and walks over to me.
“Wyatt!” I scream as he lifts my chair up with me still in it and carries me over next to his chair before setting me down again. I watch him as he goes back around the table, grabs my plate, and sets it down in front of me before returning to his chair. “What was that for?”
He grabs my hand, laces his fingers through mine, and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss against my skin. “You were too far away.”
“Across this tiny ass table?” I ask and he just shrugs.
“I don’t make the rules, baby.”
“I see,” I whisper as I reach over and press my hand against his chest. “And what if I don’t feel like eating anymore?”
He glances over at me and grins. “You’re going to need your energy.”
“You’re talkin’ a big game, Landry.”
“Try me,” he growls, tucking his finger under my chin and turning me to him before slamming his lips down on mine. His kiss is demanding, full of need and I whimper as I wrap one arm around his neck and straddle his lap. Fingertips dig into my back as he groans and trails kisses down my neck.
“Wyatt.”
“Fuck it,” he snaps, lifting me out of his lap and setting me back in my chair. “You don’t move. I’m gonna go put these plates in the fridge and we can eat afterward.”
I nod, the air punching out of my lungs as I cross my legs and watch him pick up our dishes and walk into the house. As soon as he’s gone, I glance in both directions before stripping my shirt over my head. Thank God, we both decided to wear our swimming suits in the car or the few neighbors we have on this vacation would be getting a full-on show. Standing up, I bend over and shove my shorts down my legs as the screen door creaks behind me.
“Goddamn,” he breathes as I stand up, kicking my shorts off as I peek over my shoulder at him. His lips part and his tongue darts out, trailing along his bottom lip in a way that makes me imagine it trailing up my body and I shudder as a grin stretches across my face as I take a step toward the pool.
“Come and get me.”
He starts toward me, yanking his shirt over his head as he goes and I squeal and take off running for the pool. When I reach the edge, I plop down on my butt and slide in before kicking away from the wall and moving to the middle of the pool. There is a huge splash as he jumps in after me and I spin aroun
d to watch him. When he surfaces again, he brushes his hair back and stares me down like he wants to devour me. My belly twists with need and I smile as I kick my feet, still swimming away from him but he’s gaining on me quickly.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?”
I cock my head to the side. “I told you to catch me. Did you think I was kidding?”
He growls and dives under the water in my direction and I dart to the side to try and escape but he wraps his hand around my ankle and drags me back to him as he pops out of the water and flashes me a hungry smile.
“Gotcha.”
“Oh, no,” I whisper with mock shock and fear, shaking my head as I flash him wide, damsel in distress eyes. “What will I do now?”
He drags his hand down the side of my body, leaving a trail of heat as he goes that contrasts with the cold water and I gasp as he grabs my thigh and lifts it to his hip, his fingers digging into my skin. “I can think of a few things.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“For starters,” he whispers back, his breath heating my skin as he leans in and lets his lips hover just above mine. My heart hammers in my chest and my body aches for his touch. “You could kiss your husband.”
“Mmm,” I moan with a nod before pressing my lips to his and wrapping my arms around his neck. He hooks my other leg around his waist and moves us to the edge of the pool as his tongue tangles with mine, teasing me with the promise of more as my back presses against the tile on the wall of the pool. His hands roam over my body, giving me what I thought I wanted but it’s still not enough and I whimper as I rock my hips into him, feeling the steel of his erection against my entrance.
“Baby, please.”
He chuckles. “Naw, you’re not ready yet.”
“I am,” I argue, nodding frantically and he shakes his head again as he pulls the string on one side of the bikini bottoms, untying the knot, before moving to the other side. When it’s free, he pulls the fabric away and I watch as it floats up to the surface behind him. His lips press to my neck and I close my eyes, moaning as his fingers find my clit and circle it gently, teasing me to the point of madness. Just when I think he might finally give me what I want, he pulls his hand away. I try to protest but before I can, he pulls the triangle of my bathing suit top to the side and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Wyatt,” I breathe out as goose bumps race across my flesh. I slide my fingers into his hair and he rumbles against my skin as he thrusts his hips against me. It’s still not enough. I need to feel him, all of him, against me with nothing between us. “Take your shorts off.”
Nodding, he releases my tit with a pop but refuses to let me go as he switches arms back and forth to wrestle his trunks off and when he’s finally free of them, I wrap my hand around his cock and slam my lips back to his as I stroke him. He groans, grabbing a chunk of my hair and the bite of pain only spurs me on as I press my free hand to his chest. His heart hammers against my palm and I don’t stop moving my hand. More than my own release, I want to watch him fall apart because of me. I want to know that no other girl in the ten years we’ve been apart has ever affected him the way that I do. For the first time in a really long time, I want to feel like his everything again.
I continue to stroke him as I kiss down his neck, nipping along the way and the closer he gets to his release, the tighter his hold on me becomes. He reaches up with his free hand and twists my nipple between his thumb and finger as he groans in my ear. I kiss back up his neck, making sure that I’m teasing him as much as I possibly can before pressing my lips to his again. He releases my hair and slips me down his body slightly, shoving his leg between mine and I moan into his kiss as I rub my pussy against his thigh.
“Wyatt,” I moan before sealing our lips together again and he abandons my nipple to slip his hand under the water, gripping my waist and guiding my hips against his leg. Pressure builds in my belly and I try to move faster but he stops me, prolonging my pleasure as he shudders with his impending orgasm. Ripping his lips from mine, he drops his head back and groans as he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Pip… you gotta stop…” he whispers in between frantic breaths and I shake my head. I won’t stop. I need this. His hands on my hips get more forceful, moving me faster and faster until I feel like I’m going to explode. “Stop, Piper. I’m gonna come.”
“No.” I shake my head and bite his neck, pulling another groan from his lips as he releases my hips and pulls me toward him, driving into me in one fluid thrust. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as he groans through gritted teeth and throw his head back.
“Aw, fuck,” he groans again. “I’m not gonna last. I’ve been thinking about getting inside you all goddamn day and it’s too fucking good.”
I press my lips to his neck, just under his ear and his grip on my ass tightens as he moves me back and forth, fucking me to the point of desperation. “I’m almost there. Besides, we’ve got all night, baby.”
“Fuck, Piper,” he growls, his muscles tightening as he slams into me again before he releases a breath and his shaft throbs inside me with his release. He grits his teeth and groans again, shuddering as the orgasm rolls through him. “Jesus Christ.”
“Mm,” I hum, kissing his neck again and he slips a hand into my hair and pulls, dragging a gasp from my lips as he opens his eyes and flashes me a grin.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“Have at it, baby,” I whisper as my heart kicks in my chest and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. He pins me to the wall of the pool again and thrusts into me, stealing the breath from my lungs as he claims my lips once more. It doesn’t take much - a few well placed drives, a scorching hot kiss, and his thumb brushing over my clit - and I’m falling apart. Dropping my head back, my body trembles and I moan as stars explode in my vision and pleasure consumes me. When I finally drift back to earth, I let out a sigh and open my eyes. Wyatt’s wide grin greets me and he turns, carrying me in his arms across the pool with one thing on his mind.
Shit…
This is going to be a very good night.
Chapter Eighteen
Wyatt
“Wyatt,” Piper moans, fisting her hands into her hair as she rides me, eyes closed as pleasure overwhelms her. I groan, gripping her hips as I thrust off the bed, so fucking close.
“Fuck, baby…”
She grins down at me and rolls her hips again. “Squawk!”
“What?” I ask, scowling up at her as she begins to fade away. She opens her mouth to respond but the only sound I hear is another squawk. Shaking my head, I try to reach for her but she disappears…
“Squawk!”
I groan as I rub the sleep from my eyes before peeling them open. The cottage’s white bead board ceiling stares back at me and I flick a glance to the open window where the seagulls like to sing us their daily morning song.
“Squawk!”
“Fucking useless birds,” I hiss. I turn, ready to pull Piper into my arms and catch a few more hours of sleep but the only thing waiting for me is cold sheets. Shooting up in bed, I listen for sounds of her moving around the house but silence greets me and my heart thuds in my chest as I throw the covers off of my legs and jump out of bed. Walking to the doorway, I try to push my fears down but they don’t want to go quietly.
“Pip?”
When I still don’t get an answer, I grab a pair of mesh shorts out of my bag and pull them on before wandering out into the kitchen.
Fuck.
Where is she?
Glancing over at the living room, I frown before I see the large lemon poppyseed muffin and steaming cup of coffee sitting on the island. I scoop the little note next to the food and run my hand through my hair as I read it.
I didn’t want to wake you so I ran
out and grabbed us some breakfast.
Come find me in the backyard when you’re ready to face the world.
She signed the note with a cute little heart and I smile as I set it down and pick up my muffin, sl
owly unwrapping it from the cling wrap surrounding it. Piper and I spent yesterday morning down at the beach, playing in the ocean like we were two kids again before coming back up to the house and spending damn near an hour in the shower together. We spent the rest of the day vegging out in front of the TV, eating junk food, and watching Netflix in practically nothing, which was perfect after the drive up here the day before and another long night of catching up but now, it’s time to talk. I feel like I’ve put this off for long enough and with us going home tomorrow, I want to ask all my questions now so we can truly have a fresh start.
With my muffin and coffee in hand, I walk out to the screened in porch and smile when I see her sitting on one of the chairs with her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the sunrise. Her red hair is pulled up into a messy bun but a few pieces are falling down, brushing against the strap of her tank top as she grabs a cup off of the table and brings it to her lips. She looks gorgeous down there, so damn peaceful and I hope she is feeling as good about things as I am.
There is only one way to find out, I suppose.
“Morning, baby,” I call as I step outside, the screen door creaking as it opens and she glances over her shoulder, flashing me a wide grin as her gaze trails down my naked chest.
Shit.
I wish she would have just stayed in bed so we could start this morning off right.
“Hey, you. I didn’t think you’d be up for a while.”
I nod as I walk across the grass and sink into the chair next to her. “Well, those damn birds felt like I needed to be awake now.”
“That just means you can watch the sunrise with me,” she says, laying her head on my shoulder as I peel the paper off of my muffin and take a bite. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”
