by Allie York
“My parents,” I gasp out, reaching for the buckle on his pants only to find that he showed up in pajamas. Instead of a zipper, I find flannel and an impressive erection.
“They’re still here?”
“Of course. They may never leave,” I groan. It really is seeming that way.
He drops his head in defeat, but then smirks and looks around. “We’re alone down here.”
“We can’t do that.” I say the words, but all effect is lost when he kisses down my neck to my shoulder and nips my flesh.
“Oh, we certainly can.” Wyatt backs us toward the counter and drags me up against him once his back hits the edge. “We’re all alone. I can strip you down, bend you over this counter, and no one will ever know.
I kiss him, hard, running my hands into his hair. “What are you waiting for then?” Then all bets are off. Wyatt jerks my shirt over my head while I untie the string on his flannel pants. Our mouths only part when a piece of clothing comes between us. His shirt comes off, flying behind us somewhere near Katniss. I toe my shoes off so he can slide my pants down and he kicks all my clothes to the side.
“My wallet is in my pants.” He spins us so my back is against the counter and kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and to the line of my Gryffindor panties. He feels for his pants in the darkness. “Finally,” he whispers once he finds them. Wyatt doesn’t stop there, he licks from my panties to my belly button and keeps going up, reaching behind me to unhook my bra on the way. With a satisfied smirk, he holds the condom in my face. I try to make out the image on it, but it’s too dark. As soon as I grab it to pull it closer to my eyes, it’s illuminated by a blue light, then dark again. The condom wrapper has the Slytherin crest on it and says ‘allow me to Slytherin’ I snort a laugh, until I realize that the wrapper is reflecting a blue light again. Wyatt is entirely focused on the front of the shop and I look over in time to see a cop car swing into the lot. Why are there cop cars? My brain moves in slow motion and obviously his is too, because it takes both of us about five seconds to react. The car doors open, and people get out. The cops are coming for our door and we’re both mostly naked.
“Oh shit!” I yell. Both of us start scrambling for clothes. Before the officers reach the door, we manage to get his shirt on me and it mostly covers my ass. He gets his pants on after nearly putting on mine twice in the darkness.
“You didn’t disarm the door,” he grumbles from the floor where he’s looking for his wallet. “Hands up and don’t talk. I am very serious,” he orders. Neither of us have time to do anything else before the door opens and four officers come in shouting orders, guns drawn. Both of us throw our hands in the air which means his shirt is no longer covering my Gryffindor panties, or much else. Goosebumps spread across my legs when the breeze from outside hits them and then my nipples are hard under his gray t-shirt. Awesome.
“What’s going on here?” one of the shadowy outlines yells at us.
“Sickos,” another one answers when he pieces together why we may be half dressed and in the dark.
“I’m a cop,” Wyatt calls out. “My wallet is out of reach. She owns the place. We’re allowed to be here. Not sickos.” Gun still drawn, one of them steps closer and Wyatt flicks his wrist to point at a dark spot on the floor about three feet away. The officer bends to pick it up, gun still on us. Despite being naked a trickle of sweat winds its way down my back. Having a gun pointed at you while you’re mostly naked is not one of those situations I ever thought I would be in.
“It’s fucking Collins.” All the guns drop, and I can breathe again. “Are you two stupid? Don’t you know this place already got hit once?”
“I live here! Of course I know!” I yell back, trying my best to cover my mostly naked self. Wyatt throws me a dirty look, but I ignore it. I know he told me not to talk, but the guns are down so I feel pretty confident that I’m not getting shot.
“Then you forgot to disarm the alarm,” one of them responds.
“Yeah, we figured that out,” Wyatt chimes in, stepping slightly in front of me. “You guys need anything else?”
“We should ask for ID on her, but I’ll let it slide.” One of the guys chuckles. “Think with your head next time Collins, but good job.” I’m then shoved completely behind Wyatt.
“Got it. Lesson learned, thanks for your service. Goodbye.” Wyatt waves for them to leave. The officers start for the door when I hear a sound from behind me. I know what I’m going to see before I even turn around. My parents.
“Are they supposed to be here?” One of the cops asks.
“Yup!” I yell back, still nearly naked, still mortified, and surprisingly, still horny. Why can’t things just go smoothly for me when it comes to Wyatt?
“Want to explain this? Why are you down here? Why are the cops here? Why is he here?” Mom can’t stop to let anyone answer before asking her next question.
“I’d say they’re down here for some privacy, Nina.” My dad tries to steer Mom for the stairs, but she swats his hand off.
“What do you need privacy for? Where are your pants?” Realization dawns on her face and she covers her mouth. “That is what bedrooms are for, Noralee!”
“You were in my bedroom, where you should still be,” I remind her, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’ll go lock the door. Arm the alarm please.” Wyatt strides over to the front, and my eyes can’t help but follow him.
“He is a very handsome man, so I don’t blame you, but this is not the place for deviant sex acts.” Mom almost makes me laugh.
“Nina let’s let them deal with this alone. Come on.” Dad steers Mom for the stairs.
“Why were the cops here?” Mom pushes Dad off and I realize that I will definitely not be getting laid tonight.
“We can talk upstairs. Okay?” I assure her.
“He better come explain this with you.” Mom points at him and finally goes with Dad. I hear him reminding her that I am twenty-six and a responsible adult who can have sex with whomever I want.
Once they disappear around the corner of the stairwell, Wyatt’s arms come around my waist from behind. “Well, that was a clusterfuck,” he whispers in my ear.
“So, all is forgiven?” I ask, squeezing his arms around my waist.
“Seems like it.” Wyatt kisses the top of my head. “No sex tonight then, huh?” he muses.
“Nope. Let’s go placate my mother, send them back to bed, and cram ourselves on my futon.” I sigh.
“In a second.” He spins me toward him. “Picking you for Cruze and me is the best choice. Who else is going to explain all the Batman stuff to him once he starts reading real comics?”
“Good point. Who else is going to tell him which parts of all the information is canon and which parts are just fan theory?” I agree. “It’s going to be best to keep me around. I have a lot of insider information here.”
“I have no idea what you just said.” He arches a brow at me.
“All geek to you?” I kiss his chin.
“All geek to me.” Wyatt pulls me in and kisses me.
THE END
Acknowledgements:
As usual, none of my books would be possible without Shannon and Rochelle. You two are my everything. Brandi, you worked as hard as I did here and I adore you for it. My formatter, Vicki, who always comes through and everyone else on my team. Thank you!
Also by Allie York
The Broadway Series:
All & Nothing
Forever & Again
Secrets & Admirers
Tattered & Bruised
Push & Pull
The Shores:
Sit
Stay
Book three coming soon!
Novellas:
Forever with the Foreman
425 Madison Avenue Series
Just Swipe Right
Just a Little More
Young Adult standalone:
Recipe for Disaster
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