Fierce-Wyatt

by Ann, Natalie

  The two of them walked down together, then she waited for Maggie to talk with her students. When she was done they made their way to her room. “So what do you think about Wyatt and Adriana?”

  “I think it’s great. I never expected it to work like this when you told me about your plan. I’ve always stayed out of Adriana’s life and she needed the change moving here but it’s been hard on her too.”

  “Wyatt has no clue. I mean I was upfront about what we’ve talked about. Even Garrett doesn’t know I told you what I wanted to do, but I’ll be damned if I don’t get ahead of him on this.”

  Maggie laughed. “You sound like Adriana, being all competitive. I still can’t believe you and Diane and your husbands are setting the kids up and they’ve got no clue.”

  She shook her head. “I thought those kids were all so smart. Well, I should be careful what I say. Jade is onto us. She said she’d keep her lips sealed as long as I didn’t think of doing it to her.”

  “What is your plan there?” Maggie asked.

  “My sister-in-law has something up her sleeve. When we have the summer party in Charlotte we’ll get a better idea of how it’s going to go. Anyway, back to Wyatt and Adriana. We can talk now since it’s out in the open.”

  “Not at their job though?” Maggie said. “Adriana wants it kept quiet there. I can understand that too.”

  “Me too,” she said. “Wyatt has dated a lot. I know I’ve talked about my youngest son in the past, but he’s not a player and he respects women when he dates them.” She’d kick any of her boy’s butts if they didn’t respect a woman.

  Not only that, but she didn’t need Maggie to tell Adriana’s father anything negative about her son.

  “You’ve never said much other than Wyatt liked to make people laugh and he was out for fun. Adriana needs fun in her life but...”

  “No worries. I know my son. He’s having a good time, but this isn’t about fun. In the past if someone wasn’t interested in his level of commitment, he’d move on even if they might be tweaked over it. He waited for her. That’s a first. And that tells me something.”

  “I hope you’re right. Do you think he’d come to dinner now? I’ve been itching to have Jose call Adriana and ask. I know they were both on call for a few weeks, but they are off now.”

  “I think it’s a great idea. And I can’t wait for you to report back to me. Do you think Jose will make Wyatt squirm? I don’t think my boy has ever squirmed a day in his life when it came to a woman.”’

  “Jose might. He’s still upset over everything Adriana went through. I wish I could tell you more, but I’d rather not. It’s not horrible as much as she was or is very embarrassed over it.”

  Carolyn reached her hand over and laid it on her friend’s. “I wouldn’t ask. I’m sure all my kids have things in their past they wouldn’t want me to know.”

  “Don’t we all,” Maggie said. “Okay, I need to get back to my room. I’ll keep you posted.”

  * * *

  “I don’t know, Dad,” Adriana said into the phone. “I don’t have plans tonight, but I’m not sure about Wyatt.”

  Her father rarely called her at work and when she got out of the OR and saw she had a message from him she called right away. To find out he wanted her to come to dinner was strange and she worried there might be something wrong.

  Then he asked for Wyatt to come too. She went from worrying there was something wrong with him to worrying that he was going to grill her new boyfriend.

  “You can ask him though, right?” her father said. “If he can’t do it tonight, then we can do a night that he is available.”

  Which just proved her point that this had more to do about Wyatt. “What’s this all about?”

  “I’d like to meet the man you are spending time with. I may hear good things about him from Maggie—which is via his mother—or you. But I want to make that judgment on my own.”

  “You never did before,” she argued.

  “You haven’t lived around here. And when I’d come to visit you, you either were single or it didn’t work out with our schedules. You live here now and I can make the time.”

  “Are you trying to protect me?” she asked.

  “Of course. You’re my little girl. If I had been living in San Diego I would have gone right over to Spencer’s place in front of his wife and let him know what I thought of his lying cheating ass.”

  Her father never showed that much of a temper when his own wife cheated on him. “That would have only made matters worse.”

  “I don’t care. It’s a father’s right. I’m taking my rights back. It’s not like your mother backed you when you needed it.”

  “Not in that situation. But I don’t need backing either.”

  “Whether you do or not doesn’t matter. You’ll ask him and let me know, right?”

  “I’ll send him a text now, but I might not hear from him until the end of the day. That could affect what Maggie makes.”

  “You know she always makes enough for ten people, not two.”

  Which meant there was no getting out of this regardless of the night. “I’ll text him as soon as I hang up. And I need to go now and get back to work.”

  “Let me know,” her father said. “If not tonight, then another night this week.”

  She hung up with her father and sent a text off to Wyatt, then went to wait for the OR to be ready for her next surgery.

  Before she went into the room, her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to see Wyatt’s response. Of course he’d love to meet her father. Why had she thought otherwise?

  “Why do you seem nervous?” he asked her three hours later. “I’m the one that should be nervous and I’m not. He’s not going to open the door with a gun in his hand or anything, is he?”

  She looked over and saw the sparkle in his eyes, the grin on his face. He was driving and she was in the passenger seat, her legs shaking up and down.

  “I’m not nervous.”

  “Then there are ants in your shorts. I’d like to change places with them. Do you think I can get in your shorts after dinner tonight or are you worried I won’t want to? Or maybe you won’t want me to because I’ll fail some test your dad might have. I’m good at tests. I’m pretty smart you know.” He lowered his voice. “I’m a doctor. We’re known for being smart.”’

  “Ha ha,” she said. “No test that I’m aware of. You’re the first person my father has met since high school.”

  “Now I feel honored.”

  “It’s not meant for you to be. He’s being protective when he never used to be. I don’t know how he’ll be. Just a fair warning.”

  “I can take the heat. I ate your breakfast and survived.”

  She laughed. She had to. “Be prepared. You might be getting more of the same tonight.”

  He winced this time and she laughed even harder. “We’ll have to stop at the store for antacids again then. I had to bum them off of Jade before we golfed.”

  “Are you joking or serious?” She really wasn’t sure.

  “Serious. Dead serious. I even chugged a glass of milk while you were in the shower.”

  “And you never said a word to me.”

  “You already called me a wuss. But I’m letting you know I lived to talk about it. I can do it again if your father wants to meet me.”

  “That might be one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.”

  * * *

  It was a good thing he was buttering her up now because the truth was he was slightly nervous to meet Adriana’s father.

  He never met a woman’s father before. Not in a setting like this.

  Sure, he’d dated over the years but nothing serious enough to get to this level.

  And he could tell Adriana would have preferred he had plans, but the truth was, he wanted to meet her family. She’d met his and he wanted her to know that this wasn’t all fun and games to him.

  They’d been dating for a month, which was longer than he norm
ally had with a woman. In his eyes, this was more than he’d had before and if the next step was meeting her parents, he was all in.

  He pulled into the driveway of the ranch house and got out. They weren’t even to the top step of the porch before the door was opened and he got his first glimpse of Jose Lopez.

  The man was average height, dark hair and eyes like his daughter. He wasn’t overweight to the point of being obese, but you could tell he must like his wife’s cooking.

  “Adriana, sweetie,” Jose said, holding his arms out, and his daughter went right in for the hug. Oh yeah, he had to win the man over.

  “Dad, this is Wyatt Fierce. Wyatt, my father, Jose.”

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lopez.”

  “Just Jose will do. Unless you want me to call you Dr. Fierce.”

  “No,” he said. “No one does. Even if they did, I’m just Wyatt to you.”

  “Good to know,” Jose said. “Come on in. Maggie is finishing up dinner. She’s making Adriana’s favorite tonight.”

  He held his smile only imagining what hot spicy torture was coming his way. “You lucked out tonight, Wyatt. No need to have milk with dinner.”

  “What’s your favorite?”

  “Shrimp scampi.”

  Jose laughed. “Is my daughter feeding you her extra spicy food? She always said if a man can’t stand the heat, he can’t be in her space.”

  He looked over to see Adriana flush. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  31

  Do No Wrong

  “You did well,” Adriana said when they were back at her place. She invited him up so they could talk.

  “I passed?” he asked.

  “You know damn well you did,” she said. She should be happy over it, but part of her was a little nervous too.

  The first guy her father meets and quizzes aced it like Wyatt probably did all his entrance exams for medical school.

  He was smart. He was good looking. He was charming.

  He’d won her father over and had Maggie almost swooning every time he talked about his own family or mother.

  The guy could do no wrong tonight.

  Normally that was a sign for her to run in the opposite direction yet she’d seen plenty of his flaws.

  Or had she?

  Yeah. He wasn’t perfect. His family even said so. Rumors and gossip surrounding him at work said it too. Even if half of it was exaggerated it still had some truth to it.

  “Well, I tried,” he said. “Your father isn’t that big of a man, but he was mighty intimidating. In the beginning I wasn’t sure if you got your temper from him.”

  “Temper?” she asked. “I don’t have a temper.”

  “Says the woman who just drew her tiny figure up and crossed her arms. If laser beams could come out of your eyes, I’d be fried just now.”

  “My father hardly ever gets mad. Even when my mother pulled her shit for years, he was always the calm understanding one.”

  “Could have had me fooled tonight. So you get your temper from your mother?”

  “I try not to compare myself to her much if I can avoid it, but in this case, you could say I do. The difference is I can admit when I’m wrong, which it seems I have to do a lot with you. That comes from my father.”

  “Then can I ask if he was like that with me tonight because I’m the first guy you brought to him or is it because of your last relationship?”

  “Probably a mixture of both,” she said. “Either way, it went well. And Maggie didn’t burn your belly with my father’s favorite dishes.”

  He smiled and reached for her. “I thought for sure I was going to be running to the bathroom all night before I found out what your favorite meal was. I can make that, you know. It’s one of the few things I can do other than grill. Though I’m not sure I could make it as well as Maggie. She’s a great cook.”

  “She is,” she said. “My father struck gold with her and I’m glad for that. He deserves to be happy.”

  “So do you,” he said, reaching for her and pulling her into his big strong arms. She never thought she’d be one for being held but found with Wyatt she craved it like she did the spicy food she loved so much. “Now you just need to decide if you think you should be.”

  “What does that mean?” she asked, looking up at him.

  “That I feel at times you punish yourself and I’m not sure the reason for it.”

  He was able to read too much into her and it was way too scary. “I told you. I don’t want to be like my mother. Being the other woman, even though I wasn’t aware of it, it put me in her category. She even said she’d been the other woman before. She defended my ex at one point and said I needed to know the whole story. I don’t need to know the story. He cheated. He lied. End of story.”

  “That’s right. He did those things. And when you found out, you ended it by the sounds of it. You did the right thing.”

  She snorted. “Not everyone thought that way. And we are getting off the topic.” She still hadn’t told him Spencer was a doctor where she worked. Wyatt didn’t need to know those details. It didn’t matter at this point or so she convinced herself.

  “I’ll let you change the subject because I’m in too good of a mood over the fact I passed the parent test. First time too.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I think you could pass meeting anyone the first time. It’s the way you are.”

  “I didn’t the first time I met you. You kicked me to the curb. Had my colleagues and my cousin busting my ass I struck out when I said I hadn’t even gotten to bat. Hell, you pretty much ripped the bat from my hands and threw a helmet at me. I was almost too afraid to try again.”

  She laughed at him. He really did have a way about him to make people smile. “It’s not all about playing jokes on people. It’s who you are that makes people happy or smile. Just like you did now. It’s a talent, not necessarily a flaw.”

  “Can you tell my family that?” he asked. “They’ve got it right up there at the top of the list as a flaw along with taking nothing serious except my job and drinking coffee that makes people gag.”

  “The coffee one is true,” she said back and ran her hands up and down his back. “I’m going to take something serious right now.”

  “You take a lot seriously. I’m trying to loosen you up.”

  “I’m loose,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch. “Want me to show you?”

  “I always want you to show me things. I did good enough to get in your pants.”

  She shook her head remembering him asking that on the drive over to her father’s. “I’m going to get in your pants.”

  “Even better,” he said.

  Her hands went to the button of his shorts, undid them and let them fall to the floor with his underwear, her fingers going right for his cock and gripping it good. She wasn’t always soft and gentle and wondered if he wanted that. “Too hard?” she said.

  “What?”

  “My actions? My hold on you? Is it too hard? I just realized I’m not always a gentle tender person.”

  “No, you aren’t. But if you wanted to be you could be. Right now isn’t the time for it though.”

  “Good. Because I’m not feeling anything other than wanting to attack you and that doesn’t go in hand with being slow or gentle.”

  “I hope you plan on continuing to use your hands...among other things,” he said.

  “You never know when to stop talking. I bet that is right up there on the list of flaws your family has for you,” she said, then knelt down and covered his delicious cock with her mouth. Nothing came out of his lips other than a groan.

  The taste of him was intoxicating. Addicting. Making her want more and more and had her head bobbing up and down at a faster rate than she’d planned.

  “Slow down,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  “I can’t seem to slow anything down with you,” she said and went back to work.

  Her hand was moving in conjunction with her mouth, her othe
r hand going for his balls and squeezing. She noticed his legs shaking slightly right before she closed her eyes to just savor the flavor of him.

  She wasn’t one to do this often with a man. Especially if a guy asked. Wyatt hadn’t yet and she suspected he might not when he tugged on her hair to get her to stop. “Warning you,” he said.

  She nodded and went right back to what she was doing. She’d go as far as she could. Most times she gagged and if she did, she’d stop and finish him off with her hand. It was probably why she didn’t do it often. But her mind was telling her to just let loose like he wanted her to be and see what happened.

  With her lips right at the tip, she swirled her tongue around, her hand pumping from the bottom to the top, then she opened her mouth and slid it back down to cover him, backing out to the tip.

  Whatever noise came out of his mouth let her know he liked that so she did it again, then a third time and knew he was ready to let go himself.

  The minute her lips closed over his tip, he was done. She was able to stop it from making her gag, but continued to lick around and do more than she’d done before.

  He pulled her up when he was finished and hugged her. “Something tells me that might not be a thing you do often or even like.”

  “It’s not that I don’t like it,” she said. “Let’s say I’ve got the same response as your coffee.”

  “I figured,” he said, his hand running down her hair. “And it was perfect the way it was. More than.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Because I got to watch you lick me and clean me up. Trust me, that’s the same thing if not more of a turn on.”

  “I’ll take your word for it,” she said. “But it worked for me so if it works for you then we’ve got ourselves a good compromise.”

  He swung her into his arms and went to take a step and almost dropped her when he tripped on his shorts. “Damn. That was close. You make me forget things.”

  Once he kicked them away from his feet, he carried her to her room and put her on the bed, then pulled her shorts off. “Are you going to return the favor?” she asked.