“I told you I was fucked up, I didn’t mean over Sven. The sex that interests me might be too much for you. It scared me to think of how I wanted to fuck you and it be your first time. What if you didn’t like it, and I traumatized you forever, ruined sex for you with another guy…I couldn’t do it,” he tells me.
I swallow, as my eyes widen.
“Do you know how many times I tried to do the things I did to you, no woman ever responded like you had. It scared me that you were into it, that you liked it too, we could be explosive together…but I don’t want to ruin you,” he breathes, flexing his hips into me.
It scares me too, after being with Blake, I thought my fantasies and the things that got me off when I thought about them, were not normal. I thought Wyatt was into the dirtier side, what he did got me off before. But I never imagined that he was as into what I was curious about.
“What if I said I want you to ruin me?”
Was that the alcohol speaking? There’s only an inch of skin between my ear and the neck of my dress, but he finds it and his teeth sink in with a groan. My eyes drift shut as his hands run along my torso. Then his tongue licks the skin along my spine before returning his lips to my ear.
“I don’t think you want that,” he states.
“I’ve thought about you doing the darkest things to me, and it always gets me off,” I admit.
His fingers begin to stroke along my pussy lips, slipping and sliding through the wetness. I push my hips back allowing more of me into his hand, craving him inside me. One thick finger pushes into my tight wet entrance and I gasp, I’ve only had sex once and something in there still feels a bit foreign.
“Was I wrong, are you still a virgin?” he asks in question over my tightness.
I shake my head and bite my lip. He attempts to slide another finger in, but has to pump a few times to his knuckle until I open enough and they push in. I groan as my hands ball into fists, my eyes still watching the patrons near the bathrooms.
“When you screamed for me, when I made you come in my room…it rings in my ears every time I jerk off. I think about you like that and I get so hard, I don’t even need to touch myself sometimes and it makes me come.”
My eyes drift closed as he pumps in and out, and I moan as my hips begin to circle. Then I feel his thumb spread up and cover my other hole, pressing against the tightness. My body jerks as I bring my legs closer together, wanting to give him more of me there.
“I think about you there, your mouth and cock,” I confess, unsure if he can even hear me.
“I bet you have,” he replies confidently.
His fingers push harder and faster over my pussy, his thumb pressing more but not inside. His other hand glides up my hip to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing over the jewelry there. It pinches and burns and causes me to soften between my legs, opening me wider for his fingers, he does the action again and shoves another finger inside. The pain, the ache, the deep burn, I start coming, a sharp cry leaving my throat. My forehead presses into the wall, my nails clawing down it. Wyatt presses his lips against my ear, hot breath as his fingers slow. My head’s fuzzy, my body limp, my legs jelly. Abruptly, he yanks my panties back in place before pulling my dress down.
“I just want sex, no relationship…I can’t right now,” he tells me through panting breaths.
I turn and press my back against the wall, my head spinning and ready for this conversation because I’d agree to just about anything right now if it meant he’d fuck me. But abruptly he turns and heads down the hallway and I just watch as he enters the men’s room. I run my hands through my hair, returning to the bathroom to verify that my makeup isn’t fucked up. My lipstick’s smeared a bit, so I fix it then head back out to the club. It feels like we’ve been gone forever, but no one seems to notice when I return. Wyatt’s absent, but Nolan, Irys, and Josh stand at the table.
“Hey, kiddo, happy birthday!” Nolan says as I approach, slinging an arm over my shoulders. “That’s for you,” he adds, nodding at a drink on the table.
I grab it and practically down the cool liquid, burning my throat and teeth. It’s then I see Evan approach the table and he gives me a shit eating grin like his dad does. “Hey, Barbie.”
Evan’s the son of Smokey, a family friend. He’s a little older than the boys and is close to them. I roll my eyes but don’t reply to him. Then Irys gently elbows my arm and I turn toward her.
“Were you sick?” she asks me.
“No, why?” I ask, my eyes wide.
“You’re flushed and you’d been gone awhile,” she shrugs.
“No, no, I was on the phone with my mom.”
“Oh, did you see Wyatt?”
“What? No,” I rush out.
“That’s why I was late, he calls Mom out of the blue and says he’s at the airport. So we had family dinner, I don’t know, I guess he didn’t like working on a ranch, but my dad seemed super pissed.”
Her eyes shoot over my shoulder and then she stops talking, sipping her drink, and I’m sure it’s because he’s walked up to the table. I turn to see sure enough he is, and I shoot him a small smile in greeting. He gives me a nod, then rubs his fingers under his nose, like he’s itching it. With his eyes on me, he inhales deeply, then I realize those are the fingers that had been inside me. I swallow thickly and face the dance floor.
“I need another drink,” I tell Irys.
“I’ll get it,” Josh tells me, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I was hoping to have a moment away, but I nod and smile.
“I forgot to tell you, that’s a hot dress,” Irys says.
Irys and I talk a little, again, it’s too loud to really hear anything. We drink some more, and dance. The whole time, Wyatt watches me. I try not to pay attention, but when I dance, I can feel his eyes on me. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I maybe danced a little more seductively due to my audience. The whole night, I’ve maintained a good buzz, when I feel I’m beyond that, I’d drink a glass or two of water. But as we all get ready to leave, I know I can’t drive.
“So, who’s driving Daisy?” Irys says as we mill about by the cars.
My eyes zero in on Wyatt, but Nolan speaks up.
“I will,” he answers, reaching his hand out for my keys.
Wyatt nods once, then smiles as his sister turns to him and they head for her car. Once Nolan adjusts my seat back, he’s big like all the men in his family, we head for home. I surf through the channels on the radio, settling on “Born to Run” by Bruce Springsteen.
“How’s volleyball-oh wait, you’re not doing that this summer, right?” he asks.
“No,” I reply.
“Is it weird? I remember the summer between high school and college when I stopped basketball, it was so bizarre.”
“It is strange, but I’m only taking a month off, I have to get ready for school.”
“Heard you’re going to South Carolina for school.”
“I think so, it offered the best scholarship so…”
So, I’m sort of buzzed and I don’t really want to talk about this, or at least go into all the feelings and reservations I have about college. We don’t talk much as he drops me off, pulling up the long driveway to the loft. The lights are off in the main house not surprisingly, and I thank Nolan as he hands me back my keys and heads toward the street to begin the short walk home. The sensor light clicks on as I approach the stairs, making my way up. I forgot to leave a light on inside, so I use the screen of my phone to find the knob on the lamp. With a click, the space fills with soft light, and I struggle to get my boots off, nearly falling on my ass in the process. I head to my room and grab something to change into, before taking a shower. I pull my wet hair up into a bun, slipping on a white tank top, and the pajama pants Wyatt gave me. I can’t get him out of my head, his hands on me, his eyes on me. The things he said, the idea that he could fulfill the desires I have. The thought excited me, but also scared me. He’s obviously more sexually experienced. I want to try thi
ngs, but I wonder if he understands that.
I literally have to fight the urge to not grab my phone and text him to talk about things. But why should I make it so easy for him to come into my life? He had me, weeksago, hook, line, and sinker…and he blew it. If he wanted to spend time with me, he would've insisted he drive me home, but he let Nolan do it without protest. If he wants me bad enough, and if what he says is true, that he came back for me, he can put a little effort in.
3
DAISY
When I wake the next morning, I only have one new text from Blake and another from Irys. She wants to go get coffee this morning before she has to go to work at the mall in Bannister, one of those overpriced teenage girl clothing chain stores. So I reply and get dressed, not even opening the message from Blake. My hair’s a mess from going to bed with it wet, but whatever, I have nothing else to do for the day. I throw on an oversized grey cotton shirt that hangs off one shoulder, a pair of cut-off jean shorts that were my mom’s, and re-bundle my hair onto the top of my head. Parking my truck outside Rocky’s Café on Main Street, I hop out and throw my purse over my shoulder. The bell above the door dings as I enter and the café is bustling as it usually is in the mornings, but I have no problem finding Irys at a table near the window. I take a seat across from her, and she’s already gotten my mocha. She’s dressed in an annoyingly bright yellow sun dress with her dark hair down in waves. She puts her phone down and gives me a bright smile.
“Morning, did you have fun last night?” she asks.
“Yes, thanks again for coming, I know that place isn’t your scene.”
“Anything for my best friend,” she says before taking a sip of her latte.
“What did you and Blake do for your birthday? You never told me, what did he think of your new adornments?” she says looking down at my breasts, before shooting me a wicked grin.
I think about how he nailed me in the backseat, his disgust for my piercings. There’s no reason to lie, but I don’t feel like going into detail about this with her for some reason. I feel like I’ve been keeping so much from my best friend lately. Part of me fears I’ve changed so much, that maybe she will start seeing things in me that will make her not want to be friends with me anymore. It’s not so much change either really, just realizations, life dawning on me. Maybe this is all just a phase, a way for my mind to deal with all these massive life changes coming closer and closer to actuality.
“He didn’t see them, I don’t know Irys, I think I want to end things with him.”
I take a sip of my mocha and look out the window at the people passing by.
“No offense, but I can see he doesn’t exactly light your panties up…I’m sure you’ll find some mega-hottie in college.”
There’s another headache, college. Another thing I don’t want to voice my hesitation or feelings about. I simply nod and we sit in comfortable silence while both drinking our hot concoctions.
“My dad really laid into Wyatt yesterday,” Irys tells me, and the mention of his name makes my heart race.
“Oh yeah?” I reply casually.
“I still don’t know what happened, but I haven’t ever heard or seen my dad like that with any of us, it was sort of scary.”
I look at my friend, and I know she’s worried. She loves her brother very much, and Dornan obviously, she hates confrontation and knowing it’s going on between them must be hard.
“It just makes me really wonder what happened in Montana, why he’s home. I know the argument last night has something to do with that. When Wyatt told my parents he wasn’t returning to school they weren’t happy, but didn’t react like that.”
Wyatt said he left for me, but Dornan can’t know that, I mean I don’t think he knows that. Especially if he is this mad over it, surely he’d be having a conversation with my parents or me about it. I just can’t see Dornan being that angry because of me. Irys glances down at her phone and swallows her drink quickly. “Shit I gotta jet.”
She stands, grabbing her purse and fixing the skirt of her dress, before leaning down and kissing my cheek.
“Call you at lunch,” she tells me and is out the door.
I sit and drink my mocha, again turning my attention toward the window. Not five minutes later the table’s jostled and my head immediately jerks toward the opposite seat. Wyatt sits, setting down two carriers of coffee with four to-go cups nestled in them.
“Good morning,” he says.
He’s dressed in blue mechanic coveralls, the sleeves tied around his waist as opposed to covering him completely. His exposed white t-shirt is tight and hugs him in all the right places, it’s dirty along with his hands with grease or oil.
“Hi,” I breathe. Ignoring that the sight of him instantly has me crossing my legs to quiet the dick hungry beast raging between my thighs.
I watch as his eyes gaze along my bare shoulder, my chest rising and falling with my breathing, then to the globes of my breasts. Remembering his hands on me last night, the words he said. How he knew I wasn’t a virgin, how he felt my piercings and loved them. No, no, Daisy, make him work remember?
“Coffee run?” I ask, causing his eyes to come back to mine.
“You look pretty today,” he says.
My cheeks warm slightly, as I look down at my mug and I tuck hair behind my ear.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“Daisy,” I hear to my side and I look up to see Blake, dressed in a suit for his clerk job at the police station.
I swallow and look over at Wyatt before replying, “Hi.”
Blake looks over at Wyatt.
“Wyatt, I thought you were out of state?” he asks.
“Just got back,” Wyatt replies.
I can tell by the look in Blake’s eyes that he’s wondering what we’re doing here together. Of course he knows Wyatt is my best friends brother, but I wonder if it looks clear that Wyatt is just saying hi. Not that it matters, I plan to end things with Blake, but I’m more anxious about what Wyatt’s thinking. I have no clue if he knows that Blake and I’ve been dating since he left.
“I’m sorry about the loss of your grandfather, he was a good man,” Blake says.
We all know that’s a lie, Blake’s dad is Police Chief Milton. We all know the history their families have, and although this generation isn’t in the same line of work as past generations, they still barely tolerate one another. My eyes shoot over to Wyatt, hoping that the mention of Sven won’t make him upset. His eyes soften and he nods in acknowledgment but doesn’t reply.
“I texted you this morning,” Blake says returning his attention back to me.
“Oh, yeah, I saw,” I reply with a little shake of my head.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asks.
“Um,” I furrow my brows and try to think of some excuse but my mind is blank.
“Irys told me you’re coming to our house for dinner, aren’t you?” Wyatt says.
My head lifts and I look at him, then nod, looking back to Blake. “Yeah, yeah, I forgot.”
Blake looks between us again, then gives me a smile, “Okay, can we hang out sometime this week?” he asks.
“Sure,” I smile.
“I gotta get to work, it was good seeing you Wyatt.”
Blake leans down and I can’t turn my head fast enough to miss his lips pressing to mine. I keep my lips closed and my eyes open, embarrassed that Wyatt’s sitting here not three feet away and watching this. I should feel guilty that Blake has no clue that I’m going to break up with him, and that the family friend sitting across from me finger banged the shit out of me last night. He stands back up and exits the café. I can’t look at Wyatt, I feel guilty and a little ashamed. Not for Wyatt, but for Blake, I’m being a total jerk about this and know we need to talk as soon as possible.
“Please tell me, that’s not the guy you let fuck you for the first time?” Wyatt says.
My eyes fly up to meet his, his jaw tense, his brow furrowed.
“That’s
not your business,” I sneer.
“You can do way better than that,” he comments.
“With who? You? How are you any better when you give me my first kiss, and ditch my ass the next day? So much better, Wyatt,” I say sarcastically.
His eyes narrow, then he shakes his head, turning to face the window.
“I’m sorry,” he says dejectedly.
All the feelings I had from that morning, the morning he left, come back and I can’t hide that he hurt me.
“I believed the words you said to me, when you asked me to wait for you, that you wanted me…but your actions showed that you didn’t give a shit about me, maybe you do, but you need to prove that to me,” I tell him.
We sit in tense silence for a minute, and I can see torment written all over his face.
“Why did you really come home from your aunts?” I ask quietly.
“I told you,” he simply replies.
I shake my head. “Then why is your dad so pissed? Irys told me you argued last night, I highly doubt it’s over me.”
“I lied to him about why I came back, I said I didn’t like the work and I just realized that being away from home right now isn’t what I need. He’s mad I ditched my responsibilities I made to my aunt, on top of not going back to school right now, he’s still going through losing his dad so he’s been taking it out on me. I know leaving Montana was an asshole move on my end, but I’ll take the brunt of my dad’s grief if it helps him get through this.”
My heart instantly melts, knowing that this family is going through more than I can comprehend. Both my dad’s parents were dead long before I was born, and both my mom’s parents died when I was still a young child. Sven was such a huge part of all our lives, but knowing his loss is hurting so many people in such deep ways makes me feel terrible for them. Hearing that Wyatt will subject himself to his dad’s pain is something that’s so Wyatt, it doesn’t surprise me, it’s why I know he’ll make an incredible doctor someday.
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