City of Champions

by Barlow, Chloe T.

Once Aubrey scurried off, Wyatt moved closer to Jenna.

  "You really do look great, Doc. I love this dress."

  And he did. On anyone else it might have been conservative, but with its snug fit and her large breasts and small waist, it was practically indecent.

  "Thank you, Wyatt."

  "But you know how much I like you in…and out…of dresses."

  "I thought you liked me in a lab coat, too?"

  He stifled a groan at the image of her in a lab coat with nothing else underneath.

  "Are you trying to make me hard before I have to go get my picture taken?"

  "I'm not putting that much effort in…yet. I could try harder if you’d like," she added, whispering against his ear, and he could have sworn she licked his earlobe. It shocked him how much she was teasing him, but he definitely liked it — a lot.

  "Do you think she knows about us?" he whispered in to Jenna's ear, then turning to watch Aubrey scurry around with her photography equipment.

  "Aubrey? No, she can't know, or else she'd be too busy taking all the credit."

  "She likes me, then?"

  "She likes that you're hot and you get me all worked up. I'm not sure if her devious plans go much further than that."

  "So, Doc, does that mean you aren't mad at me for being here? This party sounded fun, I didn't want to miss it."

  "Right, that's why you're here? It's one wild night in here for sure," she said, with a smile that convinced him she might actually be happy to see him.

  "I told you I wanted to see you again before I had to leave, so here I am. Though, Aubrey did technically propose the idea when I called."

  "Sounds to me like you planted it in her brain…but it's fine. I'm glad to see you. Oh, don't look so surprised. You should know by now I can't hide how much I like to be near you. I just thought we were past you ambushing me at places."

  "I never agreed to that. It's too much fun to see you so surprised."

  "Right, well, you probably should get those pictures over with."

  "Running me off already?"

  "No. Just looking out for you. Aubrey can be very insistent about these things."

  "All right then, but I'm not giving up on her mistletoe idea."

  "We'll see," she said, lifting her drink to her lips as her light blue eyes peered seductively at him over the glass.

  "Wyatt, over here!" he heard someone yelling out from behind him.

  "That would be Aubrey that's braying at you right now like an old mule. I told you — she's insistent."

  "Yeah. It looks like I've asked for it, haven't I?"

  "You sure have. You'd better head over there before she comes by and drags you away," she informed him.

  She threw him one last sly smile that gave him a bit of a thrill before he walked away.

  Wyatt settled in with Aubrey and followed her many orders and incessant picture taking, all the while never losing sight of Jenna from the corner of his eye.

  He could tell she was having a field day with his quiet monitoring of Jenna, because she used every chance she could get to mention Jenna's name or tease him about watching her. That was fine with him. Getting closer to Jenna meant winning over her friends and he could do that.

  It was no hardship keeping Jenna in his view, either. Whether she was mingling and talking to other people, or playing with young Johnny, she always had the most honest and kind face. He was enjoying spending time with her, even if that hadn't been his original goal.

  Yet, all those warm and fuzzy feelings immediately disappeared when he caught sight of Jenna laughing with lighthearted glee with some dark-haired, tattooed asshole. He was leaning over her, whispering in her ear — and she was letting him. Wyatt couldn't be sure, but it looked like he might've touched her bare shoulder. Just the thought of his hands on her was making Wyatt feel hot with irritation. Jenna should be waiting for him to come back and talk to her, not letting that jackass hold her attention like that.

  "All right, McCoy, I'm gonna need to ask you to lay off this scary, angry thing you've got going on here. This is a feel-good Christmas piece we're going for — so I'm really not looking for shots of you going all 'Hulk smash,' okay?"

  "What? Oh, yeah, sure. I'll try."

  "What are you looking at anyway?"

  She turned to follow his eyes and immediately started laughing.

  "Oh, I get it. She's over there talking to our resident mystery man."

  "Your what? Who is he?" Wyatt even felt angry at jokes about this guy.

  This doesn't mean anything, I just can't have her distracted if she's really going to come around and see how wrong her diagnosis was. That's all.

  "That's Trey, Griffen's friend. He's Jenna's friend, too, I guess. At least that's what she keeps swearing to us. Don't worry. I think you're wearing her down. She'll cave sooner or later."

  "Thanks."

  "Don't thank me, she's been wound so tight recently, I'm hoping she uses you for a little release."

  "Uses me?"

  "Don't act so shocked. You are not Jenna boyfriend material. She'd never let her guard down with a guy like you."

  "Are you sure about that?"

  "For whatever reason, she won't get involved in relationships with high-profile athletes or hot bad boy types."

  "Maybe she's ready for a change."

  "I hope so. She's so controlled about her life. It makes for some boring overnight guests on her part. Believe me."

  "Who are her overnight guests?" Wyatt couldn't believe how pissed he felt just thinking about Jenna with someone else. First, he wanted to kill tattoo boy, now, he wanted to beat up nameless, faceless guys he knew nothing about.

  What's wrong with me? Why the hell am I getting so nuts right now? It must be because the stakes are so high with her diagnosis, that's the only thing that makes sense…

  "Argh, there's that crazy face again. I'm going to need you to bring it down a notch, dude, or I'll have to Photoshop a puppy into these pictures, or save them to scare people when next Halloween rolls around."

  "Sorry. My mind was wandering."

  "I bet it was. Don't worry. She hasn't had any overnight guests for a while. Though now I'm not so sure I want to go keep pushing you on her."

  "Why not?"

  "Well, you're kind of freaking me out with this whole stalker vibe you're giving off right now. Besides, it's bad enough having Griffen here…"

  "What?"

  She ignored his question and squinted through her viewfinder.

  "Look at me. Lean against the window. We want that great view behind you. Perfect. Rest one shoulder on the glass, and look at me. Smile. Good one."

  "You don't like Griffen?"

  "Huh? Oh, he's fine. All right, he's awesome, but he's changed everything. That's why you're perfect — you won't mess shit up by trying to stick around and be Jenna's boyfriend or something."

  "How flattering. What about that tattooed guy over there? Is he around her a lot? Overnight, or whatever?"

  "See, now there's that jealousy shit that makes me nervous. You aren't getting soft on me, are you?"

  "Never."

  "Perfect. Now let's do some shots by the Christmas tree. Maybe hold a present. And don't worry. Trey has never stayed over with her like that. There's the smile I was looking for, Wyatt — much better."

  "You guys are really in each other's business?" Wyatt asked.

  "We're family. That's what families do."

  "I agree. That's how I am with my family, though my baby sister would likely say she wished I had a different approach."

  "Oh, that's a great look when you're talking about your sister. Very sweet. Keep it up, perfect for the holidays."

  But Wyatt wasn't thinking about his baby sister.

  No, he was still intently focused on his favorite doctor.

  Jenna froze when she saw Wyatt walk away from Aubrey toward her. She'd put all her energy into acting casual at seeing him, but he'd completely thrown her for a loop when he walked into Viola
that night.

  She'd finally accepted that she felt disappointed at not being able to see him for several more days when — boom — there he was, in Carol's restaurant.

  He was attracting the attention of the whole room with his mere presence. Wyatt was larger than life at a time when Jenna was completely overwhelmed by the implications of her own normal, regular-sized existence.

  Being with Wyatt right then shouldn't make even a lick of good sense. Everything about him screamed for her to run, and she'd managed to succeed at that for a while. But now that she'd let herself have a taste, she couldn't stop thinking about him touching her, kissing her, and making her forget everything that was bothering her. He sent her nerves into a tailspin and that was a relief. Having more of that feeling made more sense to her than anything else in the world.

  "There you are, Doc, and finally alone, I see," he said, with a tight smile after he reached her.

  "Yes, I am. Is everything okay, Wyatt? You look kind of…intense."

  "I'm fine. Just glad to be done with the work part of the evening, I guess."

  "Okay, so that means Aubrey released you from photo shoot prison?"

  "Yes, but I'm on probation. If she sees another good shot, I'm supposed to immediately report to her."

  "Wow, she's strict."

  "I'm pretty sure that probation allows me to sneak off somewhere with you, though."

  "Oh, yeah? I haven't seen the terms of your release, so I'll have to take your word for it."

  "You can trust me," he said tightly, without looking at her in the eyes.

  "Um, okay. Why don't you relax a little? I'll get you a drink."

  "No. I want to be alone with you. Come on, follow me."

  She glanced around quickly and said, "Right now?"

  "Yes." He leaned forward and growled into her ear, "It's been days since I was inside you. It'll be several more before I can be again. I'm not missing this chance. Come with me…now."

  Jenna swallowed and looked up at him, only able to choke out the word, "Okay," before she looked around to be sure no one was looking at them.

  He began to walk away and she scurried after him, like a horny little trained duckling.

  When they reached the coatroom, he looked at her and winked.

  He quickly opened the door and blocked the view of her entering with his frame.

  Once inside, he pressed her body firmly against the wall and scanned her eyes in the dim light for a moment.

  Before she could try to discern what was running through his mind, he kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth while one hand grabbed her bottom and the other slid up to stroke her breast through her dress.

  She let her head fall back against the wall with a "thump" as he slid a strap of her dress aside and down her arm, baring half of her uncovered chest. He let his tongue glide down from her ear, to her neck, and then to the tight, hard bud of her nipple. He pulled the dress away from the other side, revealing the other breast, which quickly received the same warm, hot treatment as the first.

  It was so strange to her that his attention on her breasts made her feel so free and beautiful, even when they were the source of so much worry to her every other moment of that past week.

  "Wyatt," she breathed out hard, as she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so she could look into his eyes. They were dark with eyelids half-closed in arousal and Jenna knew she had to taste him. Sliding down the wall, she crouched in front of him and pressed her back hard against the door so that it couldn't be opened while she indulged in something so incredibly unlike her.

  His groan at her position in front of him only spurred her on more, as she scraped her nails up the length of his slacks, slowly reaching the hard bulge in the front. She cupped him and caressed him through his pants, until he leaned forward, pressing both of his hands firmly against the door. Before she lost her nerve, Jenna slid down his zipper, her breath catching in fear at the loud sound it made in the quietness of the coatroom. Neither the racks full of heavy winter fabrics, nor the loud pounding of her own heart, did anything to muffle the sound to her ears.

  There was no turning back now, and she didn't want to anyway.

  Sensible Jenna was on vacation. This Jenna was still here in town and she was ready to act crazy. She'd been continuing to caress his length through the cotton of his boxer briefs, but she couldn't wait anymore. Neither apparently could he, because when she pulled him out, he was rock hard and a tiny drop of liquid had escaped from him — a slow and tantalizing promise from the head of his penis.

  Looking up at him, she darted her tongue out and licked the salty treat off, eliciting a deep groan from him that made her feel beyond sexy and powerful.

  With one hand cradling his balls, she licked up and down his length, then swirled her tongue over the head and took it into her mouth. After letting him experience the warm wetness of her tongue and lips, on a deep breath, she took him more fully into her eager mouth. Jenna moaned lightly, enjoying the earthy taste of him.

  She felt his large hands move to her hair, gently guiding her mouth up and down his cock until she could feel him somehow become even harder inside her. He held her face in one place, controlling her every movement. After adjusting to the sensation of him possessing her mouth, she sucked at him with a repeated rhythm and rubbed her tongue against the underside of his velvety length.

  "Oh, belleza," he whispered, before pulling out of her mouth. Her sense of loss was short-lived because he brought her up quickly and kissed her hard, pressing her fully against the door as he held her jaw in place with one hand, and used the other to pull her dress up — inch by maddening inch.

  When he reached her bottom, he slid his hand around the soft material of her panties. Then he yanked at them until they were ripped free into his hand.

  "Wyatt," she whispered. Maybe she meant to tease him for his impatience, or to beg him for more, but she couldn't frame any coherent thoughts as she became aware of her own nakedness from the waist down. The still air of the room settled against the bare skin of her legs and the wet folds that needed his touch. His hands and body were the only thing that quieted her nerves and made her believe it would all be okay — if only for a moment. "Oh, Wyatt, please, touch me."

  "You're going to have to be quiet. I love it when you scream, but not now. Okay?"

  "Okay, I promise."

  "You break that promise, I will make you be quiet. You understand?"

  "Yes, I do. Please." She didn't even care that she was begging. She couldn't be bothered to let any of this worry her, especially when he spun her around and placed her hands against the door.

  He let her go and several moments later, she heard the tear of the foil before she had to wait several excruciating seconds more for him to put on a condom.

  Finally, Wyatt reached down and arched her ass toward him and in an instant, was inside her. Her self-control lasted through two powerful thrusts, but it felt too good, she could feel the moans building, the scream lodged in her throat fighting to break through.

  Before she even knew she'd made a sound, he said with a deep voice and heavy breaths that heated her ear, "Shh. I told you to be quiet, belleza. You know what this means."

  On a deep upward thrust that almost lifted her off the floor, he shoved fabric in her mouth just in time for her to release a muffled cry of pleasure into the satin material of her own panties. She smelled herself on them, but instead of making her uncomfortable, it only aroused her more. She couldn't see him, but she felt him against her back, inside of her, kissing her neck, stroking her thighs. He was everywhere, driving into her from behind. Her own scent emanated from her mouth, but it was drowned out by the hot smell of them together.

  Wyatt reached down to stroke her clit until she burst with so much pleasure that she had to dig her nails into the wood of the door. As she came back to reality, he took his other arm to pull her tightly against him, and drove into her fully, staying there until he found his release.

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nbsp; Jenna rested her forehead against the cool, newly scratched wood. Her conscious self was floating above her body, barely registering as Wyatt removed her own panties from her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him put them in his pocket, and then he turned her around. With one hand on her cheek and another stroking her hair, he let her dress fall back down over her legs.

  Leaning down he kissed her cheek, moving away to say, "Are you about ready to rejoin the party? Maybe we can still catch the Secret Santa gift exchange," he whispered against her ear with a laugh.

  Jenna couldn't help but chuckle, too. Yet she quickly caught herself when the noise reverberated through the room.

  "Don't make me gag you again, Doc. I'm only looking out for you, I know you don't want to get caught in the coatroom with me."

  "I didn't know you could be so resourceful. Though now, I'm feeling awfully exposed down there."

  "Only you and I will know, but trust me, I'll be thinking about your bare pussy the rest of the night."

  "Oh, you sweet talker, you."

  "Hardly, but you know that already." He smoothed her dress down slightly. Then he moved both his hands to her face, turning it gently so their eyes were locked. "But whatever type of person I may be, I know I want to keep having fun with you, Doc."

  "I like that idea," she said, with a smile. Jenna searched his face in the darkened room. It was amazing how the dim light only accentuated the unique shadows and lines that made him so handsome.

  "What are your Christmas plans, Doc?"

  The question caught her off guard, but he simply stared at her, waiting for an answer. She said, "I don't have any. Aubrey's leaving, she's decided to go home to Denver."

  "And you're just going to stay here by yourself?"

  "Usually we would both spend it with Tea and Johnny, but this year she has Griffen. I think they want their privacy."

  "Then it's settled, you're staying with me."

  "What? You're kidding, right?"

  "No, what's so crazy about that? We're busy people. It's going to be hard to find time for each other. As much fun as this was, I do prefer the privacy of my house over fucking you in a room full of other people's coats."

  Jenna looked around the room sheepishly.