by Kaylee Song
“You are going to have to try,” he responded. He was serious. This time his hand slid along my thigh until he found the inside of it and it ghosted over my hot, wet core. Fuck. He felt so good, his large fingers sliding along my slit. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.
He was making me crazy.
“You are going to enjoy each and every second of it, and when you are done, you are going to consider this the best night of your life. I intend to make love to you over and over again, Rose. Because I love you. I love you.”
The words shouldn’t have shocked me, but they did. They rocked me to my very core. He loved me. And he was admitting it. I wasn’t ready to hear them.
But I knew in the pit of my stomach that I felt the same way. I loved him too. Just as much, if not more. I loved him with every aspect of my being. That was my truth.
“I love you, Wyatt.” The words came out in the smallest audible whisper, but they were out there. They were spoken, and they couldn’t be taken back. Nothing would change them. Nothing would alter the truth of them either. I loved him.
I always would.
Two of his fingers entered me as he kissed me, moving in and out of me with the precision of an expert as he endeavored to finish what he’d started. His goal was to take me to the edge over and over again, and I had to admit, he was already well on his way.
Damn, it felt good. I writhed under him gripping him hard. I didn’t want to let go of him or this moment. I felt that way a lot when it came to Wyatt, and now I knew why. Because he was everything I’d ever wanted.
Because he was who I was meant to be with. He was my soul mate.
He was my soul.
Bliss was imminent when he pulled out of me, that wicked smile returning to his face. Damn him! He was such an asshole. A beautiful, wonderful, cocky, jerk. And I was totally in love with him.
“Please,” I moaned as I looked into his eyes. This was getting to be too much. Too hard. He was making me crazy.
I snaked my hand down towards my pussy, but he grabbed it. “I see what you are trying to do, don’t think that’s going to work Rose. No, we are going to do this nice and slow. You understand?’ he asked as he looked into my eyes. “Or am I going to have to tie you up?”
I gulped. That wasn’t something I’d expected. Not at all.
I shook my head I didn’t want that. I wasn’t ready for it. “No, I don’t need that.”
“You afraid of it, Rose? Who knows, you might like it. The feel of a silky rope against your skin holding you down as I fuck you. You might really like that,” his voice was gravelly and dark and for a moment, just a moment, I imagined what he was talking about. It was an easy thing to dream up. And it made me feel all tingly in places I wasn’t expecting.
I had a feeling I was never going to get tired of being with him. He always had some new adventure waiting for me.
“You’re blushing Rose, what are you thinking of?” he said as he pushed my legs apart with his knee. “Are you thinking about being tied up?”
I nodded.
“We can try that, baby. We can do anything you want to do.”
“I just want you,” I said. It was the honest truth. I just wanted him at that moment, and nothing else. He was so damn sexy, and he was making me insane with his teasing and tormenting. I couldn’t take anymore.
“I need your cock, Wyatt,” I finally admitted. I needed it. So damn much. I was aching.
“Oh, do you?” he asked. “Say it again, Rose.”
“I need your cock,” I said again, slower this time, more deliberate. If I was going to have to beg for it, I was, at least, going to sound good doing it.
“Come and take what you want, Rose.” He said, his eyes flashing with the challenge.
So I did. I pushed up on him, and I growled as I crawled over him. He was so close to me, all I needed to do was slide his cock into me, and I would get exactly what I wanted. I wouldn’t have to beg for anything.
“You think you are so damn smart, don’t you?” he said as he grabbed me and pushed me down. “You think it’s going to be easy?” he asked.
Oh, it was. I could tell by how hard he was, by the feeling of his cock against my leg that he couldn’t hold on anymore.
Neither of us could.
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he admitted as he pinned me against the mattress. He slid smoothly into me as he grinned. “I told you I’d have you begging for it.”
As soon as he filled me up I let out a moan of relief. The man knew exactly what he was doing. I was sure of it.
He rocked slowly into me, bottoming out inside of me. That didn’t take much. He was impossibly thick and long, and I couldn’t even fit all of him.
“Are you doing okay, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me. “You sure you can handle this?”
I grinned and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down to kiss me. “I can handle anything you give me,” I swore. I meant it too. I could take whatever it was he had to give.
He thrust in and out of me slowly, at first, building my frustration until he couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t the only one who was frustrated.
I writhed and bucked against him, willing him to move faster, harder. Until he did. He was so fucking powerful that he rocked the entire bed as he quickened his pace.
Fuck, it felt so damn good. Like every part of me was supercharged. I could feel myself climbing again. Higher. Higher.
“I’m going to come,” I warned as he continued to pump into me. It wasn’t fading either. It wasn’t soft or slow building. It was intense.
“You can come, baby,” he said slowly as he rocked me harder. Faster.
It washed over me like a tidal wave, taking me down into the abyss of pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Intense and body rocking. It was overpowering.
I screamed into his shoulder as I came unable to hold back, my body arching away from him, my pussy undulating, squeezing his cock hard and harder with each constriction.
“Fuck,” he said as he came inside of me. Together we laid like that for so long I lost all track of time. It could’ve been hours or mere moments. I couldn’t tell the difference.
Not when it came to this.
“I love you, Rose. Not anyone else. Just you.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I need to talk to you,” my father said just as I walked into my office.
Again?
“I’m getting awfully tired of hearing that,” I said as I yawned. It had been a long night. A great night, but a long one. I was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was fight with my father first thing in the morning.
“I don’t really give a damn, Wyatt.” He growled at me as he turned and walked towards my desk. Sinking into the seat behind it I stared at him. It was going to be one of those days.
I didn’t give a shit. I had Rose, and she was mine. What else could I do?
“I’ll be frank with you son. I’m tired. And I’m old. I don’t want to keep running this business forever, and I thought I would be able to depend on you to take it over.”
“I told you what I’m willing to take over, dad. But your entire enterprise isn’t my style.” This was a multi-million dollar job. I didn’t need more than that.
Hell, I didn’t think I could handle it.
“ I don't know what you want from me,” I said as I stared at my father. I was so sick and tired of having this argument. It was like we were going round and round in circles.
“I didn't want this for you. I wanted so much more for you. Can't you see that I built everything that I've ever built for you.” I could see the pain in my father’s eyes, and I knew deep down in his heart he wanted what was best for me. He always did.
“You mean well, I get that. But how could it be good for me to go around the country working on multiple projects when my heart is here in Mont
ana.” Not just my heart, but Rose too. She was pregnant with our baby. I wasn't going to leave her, not for anything. Certainly not for money.
I had a family to build, and a life to lead and none of that involved running a multinational corporate conglomerate. No, I wouldn't be his heir to that. Not now. Not ever.
“You mean her. That girl. You've been different ever since you came back. Not that I blame you, I know what it's like to fall in love. If I had just come a few weeks earlier, everything would’ve been different.”
“But you didn't. She's a part of my life now, and she's always going to be. This isn’t just one of those things, and I think you know that. I believe you’ve been there before.” I was talking about Miranda, and he knew it. I thought he'd have gone and spoken to her by now. I thought he gave a shit. At least, when it came to her.
“It's not that easy. You can't just expect me to walk back into her life, after everything she's dealt with. It's just not that easy.” But it was that easy if he would just speak to her if he would just talk to her, but it wasn't my problem. Rose. Rose was my concern. And our baby.
“I’m not asking you to understand, Dad. I just want you to accept this. Have anyone else take my place. There are so many men working for you that are more qualified. That know the business better than I do." It was the truth. I knew agriculture. I knew this business, but I hadn't ever taken the time to learn about running his company. I didn't want to. There was enough money and opportunity for me here.
"I'd always planned for you, Wyatt. I always wanted you to take this over." He was wavering, and we both knew it. It wouldn’t be long until he finally gave in. I’d never won an argument with my father before. I could almost taste the victory.
"I'm good at what I do here. I love what I do here.” I love Rose. Nothing was going to change that at, not even a big job and all the money in the world. I wanted to make my life here with her.
Montana sky with her by my side was what I wanted.
“What do you expect me to do? Just sell the business? Find a replacement? Like it's that easy.” He was fighting a losing battle, and we both knew it.
“It is that easy. You have men who've been working for you for years, and they all thought they could never rise further than their current position. All because of me. Some idiot son who was going to get everything handed to him. " I had a point, and we both knew it. "That's not fair. That's the worst kind of nepotism. I didn't earn it. I didn't earn my position as the CEO of this business either, but I've shown that I'm worth it.” I wasn’t going to go through life getting everything handed to me. I’d done that for so long, but not anymore. I wanted to show Rose, show everyone that I was capable of what I had. That I was a hard worker.
That wasn’t too much to ask.
“You have. And you can do it again. I know that if you just took this position, you would excel at it. But I also know that you have to want it. Desire is what drives companies further, and apathy kills them." He swallowed. "And you don't want it. Nothing I can say is going to change that. I'll find a suitable replacement, but this business, this business in Montana is yours. I won't interfere anymore. But you have to promise me one thing,” he said.
“What is that?” I asked as I looked up at him. I’d won the battle, but why did I feel so bad?
“That no matter what happens, no matter what the outcome is, that you don't blame me for it.” My father was asking me not to shut him out. I couldn’t do that. We’d had our differences over the years, but he was still my father.
And he was going to be a grandfather.
“You've given me more than I deserve, Dad. I'm not going to blame you for it. I'm not going to blame you for any of it. I'm grateful for everything that you've done,” I said. I could see where he wouldn't understand. Where it looked like I was ungrateful, but that wasn't my intention. No matter what he had done, no matter how big of an asshole he was, he was my father, and I loved him.
"Thank you," I said. He was making a sacrifice for me, for my happiness. That wasn't my father, at least not the one I knew. But he was changing. He was already different.
He was going to have a little grandchild who loved him too.
I knew I had to tell him, but I couldn't. Not now. There were a few other things that I had to arrange first.
But he would know in time.
"Are you sure you are making the right call, Wyatt?" he asked. Not to push me, not to make me angry. But because he really did want to know.
“I love her, dad.” I said it as matter-of-factly as if saying the sky were blue or the sun was yellow. It was the truth. It was something that we both tried to deny for so long, but it wasn't going to change.
“Then don't let me or anyone else get in the way of that. I let a whole bunch of excuses ruin my one chance at happiness all those years ago, and I’ve kicked myself every single day for it.”
“Then you should tell her dad,” I said. Miranda had a right to know. Just like Rose did.
“I'm an asshole. I know that. But I want you to be happy too," he said. “I love you, kid. I do."
It was the first time my father had ever used those words, and I believed them.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I looked over at him. I’d gotten into his truck at his request when he stopped by my place after work, but he hadn’t given me any details.
“Don't you worry about that. I have a job for you though” he said as he looked at me from the other side of the truck. He was being so mysterious, but I didn't understand why.
And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a part of this game.
“I need you to call your mom, and if you just tell her to meet us at the amphitheater tonight, that would be awesome. I have a little surprise for her. For you both, really.” His eyes sparkled as he said it.
“So what are you getting at? The amphitheater?” The last time we were there everything fell apart. It was the last a place that I wanted to go to. I’d even avoided it on my way too and from work, driving the long way around. I didn’t want this second chance to get ruined for any reason. But he worked so hard to build it, and to provide for the town. It had been open for a few days and I really needed to get over it.
The man was giving back to his community and he was trying to give back to me. The least I could do was enjoy the beautiful space he’d renovated.
“Are you sure everything is okay?” I asked.
“Look, you don't need to worry about it. This is not a bad thing. I want to show you what I'm capable of.” I knew what he was capable of. Anything he put his mind to. That was Wyatt. Strong and capable. And so damn handsome in profile view.
I did what he asked me. I dialed my mother and I waited for her to answer the phone. I’d do anything he wanted, really. It wasn’t that hard.
“Hello?” my mom said.
“Hi mom, how are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m doing fine. Really well, actually. But I’ll tell you about that later. What do you need, sweetie?” she asked.
“How do you know I need something? Can’t a girl just call her mom and ask how she is doing?” I asked. I did need something from her, but that was beside the point.
“Of course. But what do you need?” she asked again. I could almost hear her smile in the background. She’d always been able to read me. Even over the phone and a hundred miles away.
She called it mother’s intuition.
“It isn’t about what I need. It’s about what Wyatt needs. He wants you to meet us at the amphitheater. The new one that he had built for Laurel. Do you think you could do that?” I asked.
“What?” she said. “Why?”
“I honestly don’t know. It’s all some kind of secret plot he is hatching, but if you could be there tonight at seven it would make his day,” I said.
“Is he there?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Give the phone to him.”
“What?” I asked.
“You heard me, give the
phone to him.” She sounded a little bit impatient.
I covered the microphone end and said, “She wants to talk to you.” I must’ve sounded surprised because he just chuckled.
“Hand the phone over,” he said. So I did.
“Hello, Miranda, how are you doing?” he said. I knew that charm of his. I knew it well. It wouldn’t work on someone like my mother. She was wise to a man like him.
I couldn’t make out the words on her end, but she sounded pleased.
“That’s wonderful. You should tell her that in person tonight. I am sure she will be glad to hear it,” he said. I gave him a puzzled look, but he just shook his head.
I wasn’t going to hear it from him. That was clear.
“Listen, I’d like you to come down to the park tonight. I’m having a small get together, yeah, and I wanted to invite you. It’s important. Do you think you can be there?” he asked.
She said something and he said, “Yes, exactly. That’s what it is about. Okay, Miranda. We’ll see you there.”
I glared at him as he handed over the phone. I thought she would at least get more out of him.
“What was that about?” I asked her.
“It’s a surprise. Besides, don’t you like surprises?”
“You know I don’t, traitor,” I said.
“I’m not a traitor. I’m team Wyatt.” She was in a great mood. It was nice just to hear her laugh. Almost made me forgive her for this. Almost.
“I’ll see you tonight mom, I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie.”
I hung up the phone and looked over at him.
“Everyone just loves you, don’t they?” I asked a little sour, but only in jest. He was turning all of my friends against me and now my own family. It was all in good fun though.
“It depends, do you love me?” he asked, his eyebrow rose. It was like he was daring me to take it back. But I wouldn’t. Not now and not for anything. I loved that man, and I wasn’t going to change my mind.
“I do.” I admitted. I was team Wyatt too, I had to admit it. Just not to anyone else. It would stay my secret.
