To Have a Wilde (Wilde in Wyoming)

by Terry, Kimberly Kaye

  “Hey, baby, I didn’t see you there! How’d you sneak up on me?” she asked, laughing at their inner joke. They both had come to the conclusion that they must have inner radar going on between them as each time one was within a foot of the other, they immediately knew.

  Key walked up to her and she rose, a grin in place as he approached.

  “Hmm,” he answered, nuzzling the side of her neck, placing a string of hot, searing little kisses along her skin that raised a rash of goose bumps down her back. She arched into his embrace. “Guess I better up my game if you no longer are...affected, by my presence,” he murmured, grinding softly against her.

  “Hmm, no need for that. You affect me plenty enough,” she replied, her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her man against her. She pulled away from him, frowning, remembering his statement moments before his short but deadly kisses robbed her of coherent thought.

  “Hey, wait a minute...what would be the answer?” she asked, and released a surprised yelp when he lifted her up, placed his big palms beneath her butt and plopped her down on the desk.

  “The question to if life could get any better. If you come away with me for the weekend, I can guarantee you the answer to that would be a firm yes,” he said. “Just you and me, baby. No interruptions.”

  Immediately he bumped her legs apart and settled between her thighs. The grin on her face grew and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  She tilted her head to the side so she could see him fully, placing what she knew he had to know was a feigned look of disbelief on her face, all the while trying as hard as she could to keep the grin from breaking free. She raised a brow.

  “Oh, yeah, just me and you? No farm duties to take you away from me this time?”

  Key removed her glasses from her face and placed them, rim up, on the desk.

  He kissed the top of her nose. “Have I told you how damn sexy you are in those, by the way?” he asked, nodding toward her glasses, his deep voice sending shivers over her body.

  “Hmm...you might have mentioned it, once or twice,” she quipped. He brought his head down low, kissed her, grabbing the bottom rim of her lip and tugging it into his mouth, slowly allowing it to pop back out.

  “So damn sexy,” he replied, his voice catching.

  “Hmm,” she murmured softly. Her smile could no longer be kept away, coming out as she gave her approval of his kisses.

  When she glanced up at him, she caught the look in his eyes and felt her heart respond in kind, the beat thumping stronger, harder against her chest. For a moment they simply stared at each other, neither one able or wanting to look away.

  She loved him.

  Oh, God, she loved him.

  The minute the thought entered her mind, she shied away from it, burying the feeling away to study later.

  It was less than a minute, their examination of the other, but the effect left her shaky. She knew that whatever had passed between them, she hadn’t been alone in how it made her feel. She brought her hand up, caressed the strong line of his jaw.

  Stubborn jaw for a stubborn man.

  But not just any stubborn man. He was her stubborn man. The grin blossomed.

  He brought his hand up to the back of her head, tunneled his fingers within the strands and brought their heads close enough so that their foreheads touched, saying nothing. No words were needed.

  The moment went from intimate to something more.

  He continued, clearing his throat. “In answer to your question, nope. Just the two of us, as the old song goes,” he said, and bent to kiss her again, as though he couldn’t help it. “No ranch chores. No crazy fan hitting me with water.” He kept speaking even as she burst out laughing, remembering the incident he referred to when they’d been on a date in town and a tourist had recognized Key. In her...excitement to meet him she’d tripped and the glass of water she’d held had drenched Key.

  He’d surprised Sonia by his tolerance and the way he’d smiled at the woman and given her an autograph, seeking to ease her embarrassment. She knew how it pained him to be recognized in the first place and to sign an autograph really took him out of his comfort zone. But for the elderly woman he’d done both.

  “No old woman asking if I would like to meet her daughter, that we would make pretty babies together,” he continued, his sensual mouth quirking in the corner in response to her giggles. He kissed her softly, and she sighed into his mouth, her hands tightening around his neck.

  “You know, I thought you had set that up,” she said, chuckling out loud at the horrified look on his face.

  “Why would you think that?”

  “I don’t know, it was all so over-the-top!” she replied around her chuckles. “I mean, I know you’re fine and everything—to me, that is—but really, that was carrying it too far!” She giggled outright at his expression.

  “Fine, huh? You think I’m that good-looking?” he asked, and she groaned.

  “As if you didn’t know,” she scoffed, but the smile remained. For as handsome as he was, and the amount of wealth he had, she knew Key could have taken far more advantage of both of those facts than he did.

  Saying that, she also knew her man was no saint, as was made evident by the second event of that evening, the woman who tried to throw water on him.

  “Yeah, well, I’d say you take full press advantage of that. Case in point, water in face? Need I remind you?” she quipped. She could do no less than to bring that to his attention. It was her duty, as his woman.

  “God, I won’t ever live that down, will I?” Key belted out a snort before groaning at the memory. He caught her hands within his, bringing them back to his chest, kissing her fist. “Besides, that wasn’t me that woman wanted. It was all Nick’s fault!” He blamed his twin and she gave him the side eye.

  “Yeah, well, I’ll guess I’ll let you off the hook about that one,” she conceded eventually. The woman had mistaken him for his brother, after all, as she called him Nicky, babbling in her hysteria.

  Teasing Key had become the highlight of her night. Besides, she loved to see him smile, and his laugh was one that brought an answering smile to her own mouth.

  Less than a month ago, there was no way anyone could have told her that she and Key would not only be seeing one another but that they would be immensely enjoying their time together.

  The glowing ember of love that was growing inside her, for him, was intensifying. She had been the one to bring out the unbridled passion in him.

  “That’s one of the things I love about you,” he said, and when he bent to kiss her this time, not only was she unable to respond from sheer shock, she barely kept herself from falling off the desk at his words.

  She swallowed and turned her face up to him, trying to hide the surprise she felt at the wording. Obviously he hadn’t realized what he’d said; she knew from his facial expression, the soft smile still in place, that he hadn’t.

  “Oh, yeah?” she asked in response once he released her lips. “What’s that?”

  “You have never mistaken me for my twin,” he said, and although he made the quip lightly, she knew that it held significance for him.

  She opened her mouth for a quick comeback but instead closed it.

  The comeback kid, as he once called her, referring to her quick wit, had nothing to say.

  “Nick can handle anything that comes up,” he said, going back to the subject, and brought her body closer to his, nudging against her.

  “Ooh, are you sure about that?” she said when she felt his hard cock bump against the center of her jeans as she ground softly against his hardness. She couldn’t resist the quip or smirk. It was who she was. She choked back a laugh.

  He lifted her high, cutting off her laugh midgiggle, and brought her body down the length of his so she could feel every hard inch of him.r />
  “Don’t even joke like that. You’re all mine,” he replied, and took her lips with his.

  She sighed, giving in to the kiss. Despite his tendency to be slightly...possessive of her, she couldn’t help but be turned on by the way he gave her all of his...attention.

  He placed two big palms on either side of her cheeks, his mouth opening to deepen the kiss. When she felt his tongue lap against the seam of her lips, she willingly gave in to his demand for entry.

  The kiss was hot, sweet yet hard. Hands that framed her face slid down, past her shoulders and waist to cup her backside in each hard, capable hand. When he squeezed each butt cheek and pressed her closer, she groaned into his openmouthed kiss.

  Just like that, he had her up in flames. He took her to places no man ever had. Although she had never made love before him, she’d been a sexual person, stopping just shy of actual penetration, so it wasn’t as if she was...new to the act of lovemaking.

  As he kissed and plundered her lips, his hands loosened the scrunchie from her hair, drawing it away and tossing it to the desk behind her, allowing her curly hair to land on her back and shoulders.

  When she felt him tunnel his hands into her hair, she moaned, moving closer. She knew how much he loved her hair, the feel of it against his hands.

  Slowly he drew away from her, one hand remaining in the nest of her hair, the other moving up her body to hold on to her waist, steadying her.

  And it was a good thing he did.

  Had he not held on to her she would have fallen down on her face when he released her.

  He smiled. Sonia blushed.

  Arrogant man. He knew how he affected her.

  “Liked that, did you?” he asked, his rich, sexy voice deep...and all full of himself. His masculine satisfaction was so large she wondered how they all fit, him, his ego and her, in the small room.

  Sonia kept the grin from her face, barely. What was good for the goose and all that....

  She tugged her bottom lip, allowing her loosened hair to fall into her eyes slightly. She knew how it turned him on whenever she did that.

  She stopped at his belt buckle, toyed with it a bit before allowing her fingers to slip down even farther to brush over the evidence of her effect on him.

  She felt it jump against her fingers. Her delight grew, yet she kept her face down so he wouldn’t see her. When she lightly cupped him in the palm of her hand, the grin on her face broke free at his deep, indrawn breath.

  “Yeah...about as much as you did, Key,” she said, her voice low. “I mean, you did enjoy it, didn’t you?” she asked.

  She chose that moment to glance up at him as she unzipped his jeans and deftly slipped a hand inside.

  “Baby...”

  Chapter 18

  His harsh groan bounced off the walls when she brushed her fingers across the top of his phallus before pulling it out.

  “What are you doing, woman?” His grumble was low, guttural.

  “Whatever you want me to do to you,” she answered. When she unzipped his jeans, slowly peeling the fly away so she could completely lift him out, she leaned down and softly placed a kiss on the soft skin covering his shaft.

  At that moment, Key had never been so glad to have had the foresight to lock a door.

  Slowly she withdrew his shaft, a smile playing around the corners of her lips as she saw how hard he’d grown for her.

  “Is this all for me?” she asked, and grinned hugely when he groaned.

  Running the tip of her finger over the soft slit at the center of his shaft, she smiled. “Yeah, I think it is,” she said, and he allowed her to play with him for a few moments longer before he could take no more of her teasing.

  “Time to pay the piper, little girl,” he said roughly, and deftly unzipped her jeans, shoved them down the length of her legs, panties and all, and kicked them to the side.

  “Key!” she exclaimed. When he lifted her by the bottom and walked over to her chair with her, she tumbled into his lap.

  She placed her palms over each side of his face, her gaze intent on his. “It’s a price I’ll gladly pay,” she said softly.

  His attention became riveted on her small tongue as it darted out and moistened her full, lush lips.

  “Oh, yeah?” he asked, his voice coming out as little more than a growl.

  “Yeah...why don’t you let me show you?” Without another word she raised her body and slowly lowered herself onto his rock-hard shaft.

  His groan mimicked her slow drawn-out moan as she slowly began to ride him.

  “Baby, we can’t keep going like this...we don’t have protection,” he said, and her eyes widened. In all the time they’d made love, even though she was on the pill, they’d always used a condom.

  She moaned, her head dropping onto her chest.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby,” he said, and, holding on to her waist, he lifted her up and away, the slow hiss of their bodies disengaging with a soft pop.

  Sonia watched with hooded eyes as he lifted her and placed her on the desk in front of him, stood and fumbled for his wallet in the jeans he still wore.

  He grinned at her when he produced the desired object, showing her the little foiled square protection.

  She didn’t know whether to be happy or angry that he so readily had a condom.

  “Before you, I didn’t keep them at the ready. But I never know when you’re going to attack me, hungry beast that you are,” he replied, reading her unspoken words.

  He pulled his jeans down far enough this time so that his cock sprang completely free.

  “Hmm,” Sonia said as soon as his glorious shaft was revealed.

  “Like what you see?” he asked with a grunt as he rolled the condom over his cock. He grinned at her and sat back in the chair, plopping her back down in his lap as he did so.

  Before she could make a rebuttal, he lifted her and eased her back down on his shaft.

  As soon as she was fully seated, she widened her legs, allowing them to drop over his thighs as she slowly began to ride him.

  In the position she was in, she couldn’t see his face, which made it feel somehow forbidden...erotic.

  When he palmed the undersides of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, she bit the side of her cheek to prevent the cries from erupting. At three in the afternoon, anyone could walk by and hear them, a thought that had her struggling to keep quiet as he worked his magic, his depth of stroke hitting her spot with delicious precision, his fingers bringing magic to both her clitoris and breasts in hot synchronicity.

  She felt her orgasm hovering and, wanting to bring him over the edge with her, she raised her bottom enough so that she could slip a hand between them and lightly grasp his sac. His low growl was her reward.

  Nearly lifting her in midair, he brought his hands around her waist and stroked quickly into her, over and over, his thrusts becoming short, swift, deadly, until with one final stroke together they went over the edge.

  It took long moments for her world to calm and her heartbeat to slow to a regulated beat. She blew out a long breath, her body limp.

  As she’d been coming down from the high of her orgasm, Key had lifted her and turned her around so that she lay, slumped, against his chest.

  Once her breath had calmed, she opened one eye to find him staring at her.

  “You’re incredible, do you know that?” he asked, and she grinned.

  “I think you’re pretty incredible, too,” she quipped, in an attempt to keep it light. Each time they made love, she felt that much closer to Key. Every day she spent with him, the thought of how she would leave, once the time came, was harder to face.

  Despite her every intention, she’d fallen in love with him. She felt tears spring to her eyes and
, unable to stand it, she rose and, with a shaky smile, tears falling from her face, she grabbed her discarded jeans and ran from the room, heading toward the small bathroom in the trailer, needing a moment to get herself together.

  * * *

  Alone inside the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and took deep breaths.

  She had to tell him. Had to let him know how she felt, how much she loved him. After speaking with Dee, a plan had been forming in the back of her mind, a plan where she could spend more time in Hawaii. More time with him.

  She didn’t want what they had to be over until they’d had a chance...he’d had a chance, to love her as desperately as she loved him.

  She knew he cared about her—even though he’d never said the actual words, she knew he did. The type of connection they had was rare, and she had no intention on letting it—or him—go.

  She smiled shakily as she turned the knob to leave the room, knowing what she wanted and, most important, no longer afraid to reach out for it.

  Chapter 19

  “Is that how you got so far at such a young age?” The words were hurled at her the moment she stepped back into the room.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked, cautiously walking toward Key, who stood near her oversize messenger bag. When she walked closer, she saw that he held a several pieces of paper in his hand, bound by a clip. The hand that held the paperwork shook.

  “Key...baby, are you okay?” she asked walking closer.

  “Was it the guilt that brought the tears? Is that why you just ran out of the room? Or do you have aspirations of leaving producing and becoming an actress? Which one is it?” His angry words were hurled at her like darts, each one piercing, direct.

  “Key, I don’t understand, why—” Her question dangled midsentence when he handed her the sheaf of paperwork.

  Surprised, she saw that it was the contract she’d recently gotten back from legal, the one they’d drafted after Key and his family had given their final approval. All documents had signatures—his and his brother’s and father’s and hers.