by Kali Hart
“Your elevator quit on us,” I say before anyone else has a chance to chime in.
“Quit?”
“Yeah, it went out of service for a few of minutes.”
Drew’s eyes return to me, sympathy in them now. He knows how much I hate confined spaces. “You okay?”
“Yep.” I crouch down to pick up the box of ornaments, all too aware that my dress needs to be hiked up around the bust area again. It’s lucky that Wyatt didn’t get the girls freed. I don’t know how I’d explain that one.
“I’m glad I have you both here,” Drew says. “Saves me the trouble of tracking you down individually.”
Well, at least he’s not too suspicious.
“Luke invited everyone over for dinner tomorrow night. Amy’s home for the weekend,” Drew continues. “You’re invited too, Wyatt.”
“Me?” Wyatt seems just as surprised as I am.
“I know our mom would love to see you if you’re sticking around long enough,” says Drew.
Wyatt clears his throat, but a cool confident smile spreads across that chiseled face. My nipples stand to attention just that easily. “Yes, I’ll be around. I think I might stay in town a few extra days.”
“Sounds great!” Drew claps him on the shoulder. “I’ll text you the address.”
My brain searches desperately for some excuse—any excuse—that sounds believable. What happened in the elevator can’t happen again, despite how much I want it to. My three minutes in heaven will get me off for weeks to come when I’m lying in my bed alone. And that has to be enough. Wyatt and I are from two completely different worlds. They don’t mix. “Sorry, I can’t make it. I need to turn in the fundraiser money.”
Drew just gives me a blank, disbelieving stare. “Surely you can do that Monday?”
I am doing that Monday. But no one else needs to know that. “Thanks to your generous offer to let me hold it during your party, I have quite a bit of money I don’t want to sit on. I’d feel better turning it in tomorrow.”
“Our sister will kill you if you miss this.”
He’s not wrong. Amy—the youngest in our family—has always had a flare for the dramatic.
Before I can ask what we’re celebrating this time, Wyatt looks at me and asks, “Surely you’ll be done before dinner?” Mischievousness dances in his eyes. He has to know how bad of an idea this is.
“Maybe. It’s a lot of driving back and forth.” Refusing to look Wyatt in the eyes, I maneuver around him. Our arms brush, and shivers spread throughout my entire body. It’s time to get far, far away from Wyatt James. “Excuse me. I need to get these up on the tree.” I hurry out of the lobby, quick as I can in these heels. The ornaments slide back and forth with the sway of my stride. In seconds, I’m hidden by the turn of a corner. Wyatt will likely be trapped with Drew for a bit. Long enough for me to hang these and make my escape.
WYATT
Katy slipped away from me, the sly fox. Maybe she’s worried what her brother will think. Hell, I am a little. But Drew and I go way back. He knows the kind of man I am. Once I commit to something, that’s it.
And Katy… she’s worth keeping.
“Stick around and enjoy the party,” Drew says to me. “See you at dinner tomorrow?”
Though my original plan was to be on a plane by tomorrow afternoon headed for my next adventure, I say, “I’ll be there.” Something about Katy has me wanting to skip the Bahamas trip I had planned and stick around.
Once Drew slips back into the party, called over to a crowd the second he steps into the room—he always was Mr. Popular—I set immediately to find Katy.
Luckily there’s only one Christmas tree, and it’s at least eight feet tall. The gold star on top stands out from across the room. I shuffle through the crowd, determined to talk to her before she tries to sneak out on me. I’m still not convinced that she’ll show up to dinner at her brother’s house tomorrow. The thought of not seeing her again is more than I can handle.
Something has come over me.
Something has a vise-grip on my heart.
Someone named Katy Reynolds.
I didn’t fly halfway across the country to get tangled up with a woman. It was only supposed to be about the charity collaboration with Drew. But now that I’ve run into Katy, I can’t help but think fate is trying to tell me something. It feels like she was always mine, and the thought has me so confused.
Clear of the crowd except for a man pulling off an ornament from the tree, I’m disappointed to find Katy missing. She had to hang those ornaments with lightning speed. The footstool propped up off to the side reveals how she reached those highest branches without the assistance I was planning to offer.
I spin around in a full, slow circle. That red dress isn’t one I can miss. It’s bright, sexy, and clings to her curves in all the best ways. I’ve thought about fucking her in that dress. The flash of that very fantasy forces me to adjust my pants. The blazer isn’t enough to cover the bulge that’s started to grow again.
She’s managed to escape, and it’s twisting me up inside. I search the entire room, tearing through the crowd like I lost my most valuable possession. I ignore the questioning stares, and politely excuse the questions.
She’s gone. That’s all there is to it.
I don’t for a minute believe she was being honest about her fundraiser chore tomorrow. It may have been a few years since I’ve stepped foot inside an elementary school, but I don’t remember one being open for business on a Saturday. She’s trying to keep her distance, and I need to find out why.
Completely out of ideas, I do the only thing I can think of to show Katy I care about her. I take every remaining ornament off the tree. I wait for the cashier to add up the total, then tell her if Katy wants to collect, she’ll need to call me for the check.
4
KATY
The good news is, every single ornament—to include ten one-hundred-dollar ones—was claimed last night.
The bad news… I have to talk to Wyatt to collect most of the money.
I groan into my pillow, irritated by that sexy dream I’d had. Me naked, spread out on the bed. Wyatt—also naked—propped between my legs, licking my pussy until I screamed his name. I woke up all hot and bothered. It took me less than a minute with my own hand and visions of his hard, sculpted body before I was seeing stars.
“He’s not playing fair,” I say to my pillow. Like it might have some wisdom to impart.
If my class didn’t need the fundraising money so badly to take that field trip—or I could match what he is about to donate—I wouldn’t bother calling him at all. Wyatt James was always quicksand for me. I know better than to get too close.
I stare at the number scribbled on the paper in front of me. I have to call. It’s two-thousand thirty-eight dollars. If I don’t, I know he’ll try to make it a thing at the dinner tonight. My little sister has already called and made me pinky swear I’d be there. I know Amy. She’ll hunt me down if I go back on my word now.
Before I can chicken out, I dial his number. Butterflies buzz in my stomach. This is ridiculous. I’m not a kid anymore.
“You found me.” That silky, smooth voice sends chills up my arms. It’s the same voice from my dreams last night.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” But I’m kind of glad he did. My class will be over the moon to hear that I raised the entire five thousand dollars in one night for their zoo extravaganza trip.
“Of course I did,” he says. “How else would I see you again?”
Any semblance of being touched by his gesture vanishes in that simple statement. He doesn’t care about the fundraiser at all. It’s a harsh reminder that his priorities and mine are completely different. I push aside my fantasies of Wyatt in my bed and remind myself he will leave again to chase the next thrill. Soon. “Where do I have to pick up the money?”
He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh. My traitorous nipples stand to attention. “Babe, I’m coming to you.”
> On impulse, I stretch the blinds with two fingers. Next to my junky heap of car, I spot the red Ferrari. Flashy and impulsive, just like Wyatt. I watch him step out of the car, eyes drawn to those sexy jeans and leather jacket. He’s got a bad boy vibe going on today. It turns me on. I can’t help it.
Catching my reflection in the window, panic sets in. I haven’t showered this morning. I’m still in my pajama shorts, a t-shirt, and no bra. My hair is in a messy bun knot at the top of my head, and I’ve barely had the good sense to brush my teeth.
The knock at the door doesn’t give me time to fix any of that now. I swallow and open the door. “I should’ve known you’d find this place on your own.” I try to sound confident. Dare I say a little flirtatious. But my words come out breathily.
“I have my resources.” He winks at me before his eyes drop to my chest. The generously sized girls are roaming free at the moment. His eyes darken, and good grief it forces me to squeeze my thighs together.
“Do you have the check?”
He brushes past me—his bicep grazing the side of my breast—and closes the door behind him. As much as I tell myself I want him out of my house, my body is telling me just the opposite. At that soft touch, my nipples are screaming for his attention.
He leans against the doorjamb leading out of my cramped living room and into the narrow hallway. “You didn’t think you were going to get it that easily, did you?”
I’d hoped, but secretly I want this prolonged. With all the exotic places Wyatt James has traveled, and all the beautiful model-thin women who have no doubt thrown themselves at him, it’s hard to believe he’d ever be interested in someone like me. But the bulge in his jeans suggests he is.
As those intense eyes continue to assess me, my desire for Wyatt—one I’ve harbored for years—takes over. Before I can talk myself out of it, I close the distance between us until I’m little more than a feather’s width from his steel chest. “What do you want me to do?”
I’m pushed up against the wall half a second after the words leave my lips. His body covers mine, and his attraction to me is no mystery. His cock wants loose. I grab for the zipper of his jeans, but not before he’s shoved my shirt up.
“Your tits are even more amazing than I dreamed about last night.” He gropes them hard with his fingers.
I moan. I can’t help it. The thought that Wyatt dreamed about me too turns me on. I’m drenched between my legs. A wicked thrill shoots through me as I anticipate him discovering that I’m not wearing panties.
My fingers fumble with his zipper as the sensation of his skin on mine is making me come undone. I shove my hands down the waistband of his boxers. I gasp. My hand hardly fits around his girth.
“Fuck, Katy,” he growls into my ear. “My dick loves your hands on it.”
Massaging his length in my hand, I feel the precum slide through my fingers. I want him inside me, and I’m not sure I can wait much longer. “Fuck me, Wyatt.” Maybe today—maybe right now—is all I get with him before he’s off in another country relishing in luxuries and exotic women. If now is it, I want a naughty memory to keep with me.
“Turn around,” he says against my ear before he bites it.
WYATT
I’ve been hard for Katy since the moment I woke up. Nothing would calm my dick down, not even stroking myself raw in the shower this morning, imaging how glorious those tits would look without any fabric in the way.
Hands on the silky smooth skin above her hips, I spin her toward the wall. “Put your hands up.”
With a wicked flash in her eyes, she turns around and braces herself. Fuck, I could cum right now just from that look.
I slowly slide those cute little booty shorts down her wonderfully curvy ass and let them drop to her ankles. She kicks them away, spreading her legs for me. I shove my jeans the rest of the way off and practically rip my boxers away.
“Are you clean?” I ask. I have to know, but more than that, I want to know if she’s been with anyone else recently. She’s mine a voice whispers in my ear. All mine. Only mine.
“Clean. On the pill.”
“Good. I want to feel you without anything in between us, Katy.”
She nods against the wall. “Yes.” Her lower back arches and her ass lifts toward me in invitation.
I plant my hands on her hips and position myself at her entrance. I tease her with the tip of my dick, and nearly lose it at how wet she is for me. One of her hands drops from the wall and reaches between her legs until it finds my cock. She slides it along her cunt, using it to play with herself.
“Fuck, Katy. I’m not going to last like this.”
Her fingers push my dick to her entrance. “Then get inside me.”
The Katy Reynolds I remembered was shy. Always blushing when I was around. Always running off and hiding from me. But this Katy isn’t shy at all. Fuck, it’s hot. I want inside her. I want to claim her. Mine. Only mine. “Only my dick, Katy.”
“Only yours.” Her voice is husky.
“I mean it. Your pussy is mine.”
“Yours. All yours.”
I plunge inside her all at once until my balls smack against her ass cheeks. She gasps, then moans. I can feel my dick lightly pulsing inside her. She’s so tight. I pull all the way out, and dive inside her again.
“More,” she cries out.
I pump into her like my life depends on it. Until I feel her pussy clench around my dick and start to convulse. Unable to hold myself back a second longer, I cum inside her sweet, warm pussy. Claiming her. “Mine,” I growl into her ear, holding my dick deep inside her as hot ropes of cum fill her. “You’re all mine.”
5
KATY
Wyatt left two hours ago, after our third round and a nap we both desperately needed. My body is sore in the best way, and I’m hanging out on cloud nine. I know he’s leaving soon, and I’ve come to terms with that. But I’m not a bit sad about what transpired.
He had to meet Drew for a business meeting. He wouldn’t tell me about the charity deal he’s working on with my brother, no matter how much I pressed him. For a man who flaunts his wealth with flashy sports cars, expensive designer suits, and talk about traveling all over the world, he sure is humble about his charity work.
I try to ward off the thought as I reluctantly shower, washing away his scent. Once he leaves, it’s possible I’ll never see him again.
“Can you bring a dessert?” Amy asks me on the phone as I’m getting dressed.
“Sure.” I’ll have to pick up something from the store, because my kitchen cupboards are bare. Grocery shopping one was one item on my to-do list that did not happen today, but I’m not about to admit that to my baby sister. She’s nosy and would ask too many questions.
“Something banana? Jason just loves banana desserts.”
“Got it.” I’m not thrilled that she’s still with Jason. No one in our family has ever thought much of him. He’s too self-absorbed. Someday, I hope she’ll come to her senses and dump his sorry butt to the curb before things gets too serious.
“I heard Wyatt James is coming tonight.”
I squint my eyes shut and take a deep breath. Amy discovered my little crush on Wyatt when he stayed with our family all those years ago. She was too young to understand much, but obviously old enough to remember it. “Yeah I heard that too. Drew invited him.”
No way I’m telling her I had three rounds of mind-blowing sex with him today. She’d never be able to keep that secret in front of our brothers.
“You should go for it, Katy.”
“What?”
“Wear something sexy.”
I could play dumb, but I’ll lose at that game. I know what she’s implying. “I’ll see you in an hour.” I hang up the phone before she can go on about this anymore. This morning was a lot of fun, but I don’t for a second think Wyatt is coming home with me tonight. Or any night ever again. But it doesn’t stop me from taking some of my sister’s advice.
The silky re
d top feels too much with these skinny jeans and boots. I love my curves and don’t mind showing them off, but even this feels too much for a family dinner. My mom’s raised eyebrow says as much as she goes in for a hug. “Heard you raised the whole lot in one night.”
“I did, thanks to Drew’s office party.” I can’t help but smile at that. Even if Wyatt doesn’t realize what his donation is for, my class will be ecstatic to take their trip to the zoo. We’ve been focusing on exotic animals this semester. Since the school cut back its budget on field trips of any kind this schoolyear, the only way we’re allowed to take our classes on them at all is to raise the money ourselves.
“Katy!” Amy throws her arms around my neck in a strangle-hold as she hugs me. I haven’t seen my baby sister in almost a year. She’s been finishing up college. “You took my advice,” she says into my ear, quiet enough that our mom doesn’t hear.
“Where’s Drew?” I ask mom when I pry my sister’s arm off me. Mostly, I’m curious where Wyatt is, because his flashy red Ferrari was missing from the ensemble of cars lining the street when I arrived.
“He’ll be here shortly with Wyatt. Something about paperwork to finish up.” Mom shakes her head as she makes her way toward the kitchen.
I spot my other brother, Luke, outside at the grill. Britt, his new wife, on his arm. They’re adorable. So in love with their little shared glances, genuine smiles, and playfulness. I feel a tiny ache in my heart. It’s not jealousy. I love Britt, and I’m so glad my brother is happy. But I wish I could find the same thing.
The front door bursts open, and Wyatt and Drew appear. Suddenly I’m choked for words. The events of this morning flash through my mind. Mixed with the overflow of love I’m witnessing outside, it’s confusing.
“Katy, good to see you again.” Wyatt sends me a wink and a wicked smile. It makes me want to sneak him off down the hall. Before I can say anything, I catch Drew looking back and forth between us. I have to turn away before my red cheeks give everything away.
