by A. M. Myers
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She arches a brow. “What kind of a surprise?”
“Huh?” I ask, feigning innocence as we open the front door and step outside. She stops and puts her free hand on her hip as she stares me down with that “tell me now” look.
“You said there was a surprise.”
“Did I?” I ask, scowling at her and shaking my head as I pull her around the passenger side door and open it. “Huh… I don’t remember.”
“You’re a liar.”
I shake my head again, fighting back a grin. “No, I swear… Are you hungry?”
She gets this cute little smile on her face and I swear I can read her mind. Memories from when we were kids flash through my mind and I mirror her expression. Right after I got the Bronco, we used to love to just drive around with the windows down and Piper cuddled into my side. After a while, we would go to the little hole in the wall burger place downtown - the kind of restaurant that only the locals know about with big greasy burgers and the best French fries you’ve ever had - and we’d drive down to the river, put the tailgate down, and cuddle in the back while we ate. It was part of the inspiration for the night and I hope she remembers.
She shakes her head, still stuck on demanding to know what her surprise is when her stomach growls and she lets out a surprised laugh. “Yeah, I guess I’m a little hungry.”
“Jump in,” I say with a nod. “And we’ll go grab some food.”
The defiant look on her face tells me she wants to argue but when her stomach growls again, she climbs up in the truck and I don’t miss the opportunity to guide her up with my hand on her ass. As she plops down in her seat, she rolls her eyes at me, fighting back a grin and I shut the door before jogging around to my side and slipping behind the wheel. Her stomach growls again as I start the truck and I laugh as I point over my shoulder.
“I may have fibbed a little bit. Check the back.”
She spins around and rises up on her knees to look behind the bench seat. She lets out a squeal that makes me laugh and when she sits down again, she has the brown paper bag in her hand with Mike’s Burgers and More logo on the front. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and lets out a moan that makes me sit up a little straighter.
“Oh my God, Wyatt. It smells so good.”
I smile. Seeing her happy makes me happy and I just hope we take care of this threat so I get to do it for the rest of our lives. “Dig in, Pip.”
She squeals again, practically wiggling with excitement as she peels open the bag and looks inside before meeting my gaze with a scowl.
“There is only one meal. Aren’t you hungry?” she asks and I shake my head.
“Naw, I ate earlier and I’m still full.” It’s a lie. I haven’t been able to eat much of anything in the last few days, too worried about Piper and too worried about my club to get anything down but I don’t need her knowing that. She would just worry about me and I need all of her attention to be on making sure she is okay. After studying me for a second, she sighs and scoots across the seat until she’s pressed against my side and when I glance down at her, she holds a French fry in front of my lips. Fighting back a smile, I turn back to the road and bite it in half.
“Do you want to know a secret, Wyatt?”
I nod, peeking down at her again as she eats a fry of her own. “Sure.”
“You never were a very good liar.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, feigning ignorance but I know she’s right. At least, when it comes to her. One look in her green eyes and I would be spilling my guts but it’s always been that way. She nudges me, meeting my gaze with a no-nonsense look on her gorgeous face.
“You have to take care of yourself, too. I’m not going to let you fall apart.”
I nod to her food, ignoring her comment. “Eat your dinner, baby.”
We spend the rest of the drive cuddling in silence as she eats and when we pull onto the old first road that we used to take to the river back when we were kids, I see her grin out of the corner of my eye. This place holds so many damn memories for us and if I could, I would buy this land and build her a house facing the water but the old man who owns this ground has known my parents since I was a little kid and he has always said that he’ll die before he sells it. The good thing is, he was always cool with letting us come down here anytime we wanted.
“Here,” Piper says as I park the truck at the end of the dirt road and I glance over at her as she holds half of her burger to me. I shake my head and determination flashes in her eyes. “You need to eat and I won’t get out of the truck until you do.”
Rolling my eyes, I swipe the burger from her hand and take a bite. As soon as the flavor explodes across my taste buds, my stomach growls like my body is suddenly remembering how hungry it is and I inhale the rest of the food before glancing over at her. She is turned sideways in her seat, staring at me with a cocked brow and her arms crossed over her chest.
“Not hungry, huh?”
I narrow my eyes. “Watch it, Pip.”
“Or what? You’ll spank me?” she asks, rolling her eyes as she turns away from me and I grin. When she glances back at me, she lets out a little shriek and fumbles for the door handle but I grab her first and drag her into my lap as I press kisses up her neck. She straddles my thighs and I groan against her skin.
“That’s not a bad idea.”
She shakes her head and steals a kiss. “Don’t even think about it, Landry.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll be very mad at you.”
I grin as I thrust up into her. “Yeah, but then I’ll make you very happy.”
She is trying desperately to stay focused but I can see the smile threatening to break through and I thrust up again. Her lips part and she lets out my favorite sound, that sexy little sigh, so I do it again.
“Wyatt,” she breathes, gripping my shoulders in both hands and my cock strains against my zipper. Shit, I love hearing her whisper my name like that. In that small fraction of a moment, nothing else exists but her and I.
There is no nosy friends poking into our business.
There is no club.
There is no threat coming for all of this.
There is just me and my woman.
She tips her head back when I do it again, grabbing two handfuls of her sexy ass and bucking my hips off of the seat, grinding up into her. I take advantage of the opportunity to lean forward and lick a path up the side of her neck.
Fuck.
She tastes so damn good and I need more.
She shudders in my arms as a moan slips past her lips and her nipples pebble against the thin fabric of her shirt. I growl as my desire for her boils over.
“Was this my surprise?” she asks, rocking her hips against my erection and I shake my head.
“No. That’s going to have to wait.”
Nodding, she leans down and seals her lips to mine with a moan as I try to unbutton my jeans.
Fuck.
This is going to be quick and dirty but I need her now and I don’t have the patience to move to the back of the truck or wait until we get home. After the last few days, all I can think about is getting inside my wife. I need it more than the air I breathe.
Thank God, she wore a skirt today.
Once I get my jeans down and my cock springs free, she reaches down between us, wrapping her fingers around my length and bolts of pleasure zip through me as I drop my head back and groan. Her warm breath hits my neck and goose bumps race across my flesh as she pumps her hand, stroking me again and again so slowly that it’s damn near torture.
“I want you so bad, Wyatt,” she whispers in my ear and my entire body lights up like a bonfire. My hand skates up her spine before diving into her hair. I grab a chunk of it and pull, bringing her face away from my neck and claiming her lips again. She moans, releasing my cock to grind against me. Her panties are wet and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip as my head spins.
“You keep talking dirty to me, baby,” I growl in between kisses. “And we’re never going to get to the surprise.”
She nods. “Fine by me.”
“You want me to fuck you all night long?” I ask, hyping myself up at just the thought and her breathy little moan spurs me on, making me crazy. “Want me to put a baby inside you?”
“God, yes, Wyatt,” she moans, her head falling back as she continues grinding on my lap. When she rocks back again, I can’t take it anymore. Growling, I reach between us and pull her panties to the side as she grabs my cock, pressing it against her entrance as we both moan. Her lips brush over my ear and I shudder as I sink into her with a low groan. The air punches out of my lungs as I still, giving her a moment to adjust.
Shit.
She feels so goddamn good and I’m never going to last.
Why the fuck is it that the feeling of my wife wrapped around my cock turns me into a teenage boy all over again?
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” she pleads before pressing a kiss to my neck and I groan again, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her. She cries out into the cab of the truck, clinging to me like I’m a life raft and circling her hips to add to the sensations. I glance up at her and stop moving, drawing her angry eyes down to my face. “What are you doing?”
“I think I wanna watch you fuck me this time, sweetheart.”
The fury fades from her gaze in an instant and a slow, devilish little smile stretches across her face as she starts rocking and circling her hips again. She plants her hands on my chest and meets my gaze as her mouth falls open in a silent moan and her body shudders.
“Goddamn, baby,” I whisper, reaching up and cupping her cheek as pressure builds at the base of my spine. I slip my hand between us and grab the base of my cock, trying to hold off as long as possible but when she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, I know I’m a goner. Her eyes flutter closed, wrapped up in the sensation as a moan tears through her and I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips and move with her as we both race toward completion. Smacking her hands against the roof of the truck, she moans again and again, teetering on the edge of her release. My body tenses and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me and slamming her lips to mine as we both shatter around each other. Her pussy grips me, waves of pleasure milking my cock as I spill into her with a groan and we pull apart, both of us fighting for air as our eyes meet.
“Oh my God,” she whispers before a giddy little giggle slips out of her mouth and I grin, pulling her to me as I lean my head back and close my eyes.
Fuck.
That was good.
“That one got me pregnant, for sure,” she says into my neck and I laugh as I run my hand down her back.
“You think?”
She nods. “Oh, for sure.”
We sit in silence for a moment, both of us just soaking up the quiet time with one another, before she sits up and locks eyes with me.
“Now, where is my surprise?”
Laughing, I reach behind the seat and grab the black case off of the seat before handing it to her. She scowls at it, looking so goddamn adorable I want to take her again, before she looks up at me.
“What is it?”
“Open it,” I tell her, laughing as my stomach flips. I have no idea how she is going to react but I hope she’ll know I’m just trying to keep her safe. She flips the lid open and stares down at the pistol inside without saying anything and my heart climbs into my throat.
“Why?” she asks, meeting my eyes and I cup her cheek in my hand.
“I just want to know you’re safe, baby.”
She glances down at the gun. “If I agree to this, will you let up on the whole ‘you are not to be alone in the studio and I’ll drive you everywhere’ thing?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t want it,” she snaps, shoving it back into my hands. I refuse to take it, sighing as I run a hand through my hair.
“What if I let up on the whole alone at the studio thing as long as you check in with me often and I’ll follow you to work and home in my truck?”
She studies me for a second before nodding her head. “Okay. If this will make you feel better, I’ll carry it with me.”
“Good,” I answer as relief rushes through me like a tidal wave. I’ll be able to breathe so much easier knowing that she has a way to defend herself when I can’t be with her but I hope to God she won’t ever need it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Piper
“Smack That” by Akon spills out of the studio’s speaker system and I growl as I lean back in my chair and study the photo I’ve been working on for the last hour. Normally, it wouldn’t take me this long to edit a photo but I’m distracted today. My gaze drifts to my purse sitting on the desk where the pistol Wyatt gave me a couple of nights ago is hidden and I sigh. Honestly, I’m not even sure what is making me pre-occupied tonight but every time I try to focus on the task at hand, my mind wanders to the other night when Wyatt brought me dinner, drove me down to the river, and taught me how to shoot. Closing my eyes, I remember the way he stepped up behind me and wrapped his hands around mine, showing how to properly hold the pistol and a shiver works its way down my spine.
God, I’m hopeless lately.
It seems like all I can think about is screwing my husband every which way and it doesn’t matter that he was inside me this morning as I woke up because I want it again. The memory of him whispering instructions in my ear makes my pussy clench with need and I shake my head as I lean forward and try to focus on the photo again. More than anything, I would like to just call it a night and head home but if I don’t get these photos finished up, I’ll be behind and I hate that.
As I start fixing something in the background, my gaze flicks to my bag again and I grit my teeth as I lean back in my chair. My mind drifts to that night again, remembering the way we came together in his truck and I smile. God, I love that man. Life would be so good right now if it wasn’t for this stupid threat hanging over our heads. When Wyatt was showing me how to hold and shoot the gun, I thought I was going to hate it but it ended up being pretty fun and I do feel a little more secure now that I have something to protect myself.
Not that it seems to have helped Wyatt.
He’s just as high-strung as ever and I have no clue how to help him. He won’t talk to me about it but I know he’s still worried, so worried that he’s barely eating and not sleeping well at all. Not once has he gotten out of bed in the middle of the night but several times I’ve woken up to get a drink of water or pee and found him wide awake next to me. The guys still haven’t found any new evidence and I feel like it’s slowly driving them all crazy and so fucking overprotective that us girls can hardly breathe.
Tate and I finally grabbed lunch yesterday but Wyatt and Kodiak were lurking at a table not too far from ours the entire time so it was hard to really talk about anything. In fact, she spent a good amount of time roasting her husband, loud enough for him to hear and telling him she was going to tase him if he didn’t back off. He just grinned at her, though and I’m starting to think it’s some kind of foreplay for those two but who am I to judge?
To each their own and all that.
I turn back to my computer and tell myself that I’m going to buckle down but I don’t even get one thing done before my gaze drifts to the bouquet of a dozen calla lilies on the counter. They are my absolute favorite and I couldn’t believe it when the delivery man dropped them off today. Even in Wyatt’s stressed out state, he’s still thinking of me and it honestly means everything. I know enough from the few dating mishaps I had while trying to move on and Eden’s exploits to know that men like Wyatt don’t come along very often and I know how lucky I am to have him. Still, I wish there was something I could do to ease this burden off of his shoulder but I think the only thing that will make it better will be catching this guy and removing the threat from all of our lives.
He’s taken all this o
n, feels responsible for the state of everyone’s safety and as much as I wish he could see that it is not all on him, I love how much he cares. Seeing him like this shows me that he is going to be an amazing daddy once we get pregnant and I smile as I glance down at my belly, wondering if there is a little peanut in there already. Everything I have read says that it takes time and to just enjoy the process but Wyatt and I both want this so badly that it feels like it’s taking forever. Not that I’ll ever complain about a little quality time with my man.
Turning back to the computer, I sigh and shake my head as I scoop my phone off of the desk. I’m not going to get anymore done today and there is no point sitting here all night when I could be spending time with my husband. I dial his number and lean back in my chair as I press the phone to my ear.
“Hey, baby,” he answers and I smile, the sound of his voice soothing all the frayed ends that a long day left in me.
“Hi. I think I’m ready to head home now.”
He laughs. “That’s good since I’m on my way to the studio now to drag you out if I have to.”
“No dragging required.”
“Good. How was your day?”
I spin back to the computer to save the edits I already made to this photo. “Long and I keep getting distracted.”
“By what?”
“Oh,” I murmur, grinning to myself. “Just thoughts of you and how I can convince you to reenact this morning.”
He barks out a laugh. “Baby, all you gotta do is ask… no, wait… that’s not true. All you gotta do is look at me.”
“You’re so easy,” I tease and he laughs again. It’s a glorious sound and one I haven’t heard a whole lot this past week so I close my eyes to soak it in.
“Maybe you’re the easy one. Did you ever consider that?”
I shake my head. “Never. Maybe you did some like voodoo on me or something to make me extra horny.”
“You caught me,” he practically groans. “And don’t say the word horny when I’m still two blocks away and can’t do anything about it.”
