Wyatt stops walking, he looks down to me and he tilts his head to the side. “Do you like the inside?” he asks.
I scrunch my nose up, trying not to say anything mean about the place, but to be honest, it’s not somewhere a family would live. It’s a place for a single person or a couple, and I already know that Wyatt wants more. He won’t have it with me, but I know that he wants it sooner rather than later. This is a big purchase, and if I know anything about him, it’s that he looks toward the future, not the present.
“It wouldn’t be a good place for a family,” I shrug.
Cindy makes a noise, but I don’t look over to her, I can’t. Wyatt’s face softens and something crosses his features, something unreadable, but warm. My entire body fills with that warmth and I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering if just my simple words have given him the wrong impression.
“Yeah, sugar,” he murmurs.
He lifts his head, turns and I hear him speak to Cindy. “Let’s go over to the next one,” he calls out.
My heart picks up speed when his eyes find mine again, then he speaks, and I swear my entire body melts. “My woman doesn’t like this one,” he practically rasps.
Cindy breezes past us, her heels tapping at the door. Wyatt takes my hand in his and guides me toward the door. Nothing is said as we walk past Cindy, but I can feel her narrowed eyes on my back, burning a hole in my body with every step we take.
Once I’ve climbed inside of Wyatt’s truck, I turn my head to look at her. Her gaze flicks from Wyatt’s ass to me. A slow smile spreads across her face and I watch as she wets her bottom lip.
She’s gorgeous, no wonder there is something, or was, between them. She would look good standing next to him too, much better than me. She’s thin and tall, long legs, pretty blonde hair, and perfect makeup. She looks like she was a cheerleader in high school, too.
“What happened between you two?” I ask as soon as he’s in the truck and shifting it into drive.
Cindy slowly sinks into her fancy car at the same time Wyatt clears his throat.
“Does it matter?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip, worrying it, then look over from her car to him. I don’t answer him immediately. I want to say that it doesn’t, the past is the past. I haven’t told him about the men I’ve been with, and if he knew, he’d never want to see me again, for sure. But there’s something about this woman, about hiring her to work for him after obviously sleeping together.
“She’s a good real estate agent, Exeter,” he murmurs.
“She’s beautiful,” I admit.
He snorts, reaching over as he drives down the dirt road, his fingers wrap around my thigh and he gives it a squeeze. “She’s not my type.”
“Gorgeous, skinny, and big tits aren’t your type?” I ask. “I find that hard to believe. That woman is every man’s type.”
He shakes his head once. “Not mine.”
“But you put your dick in her,” I state.
I’m itching for a fight, maybe because I want this to end. It feels too damn good and I’m enjoying him too fucking much. My heart already feels for him, and the longer we go, the harder I’m going to fall and the more it’s going to hurt when he walks away.
The truck’s cab is full of uncomfortable silence as we pull in front of the next house. I look up and my breath is stolen. A ranch home, not huge but obviously a bit bigger than the barndominium, it’s a single story, and much better maintained.
“My dick’s been in her. It’s been in countless other women, too. You weren’t a fucking virgin when I fucked you the first time, Exeter. Should we make a list?” he barks, his anger filling the space around us.
I jump from his words, from his rage. Gulping, I lift my eyes to his. “Wyatt,” I whisper.
“You aren’t going to make me feel like an asshole for having a past and I won’t make you feel like a slut for having your own. That’s not how I want our relationship to go.”
I flinch from the word slut. It’s an accurate description, or at least it feels as though it is. “I didn’t mean anything by it, it…the past you have with her makes this uncomfortable for me. I can tell she wants you and she’s so different from me…”
Wyatt lifts his hand, cupping my cheek. His thumb gently glides across my bottom lip and his eyes follow the motion. “Women like her are a dime a dozen, none of them hold a candle to you, sugar,” he murmurs.
Before I can protest, his lips crash against mine in a rough claiming kiss. My mouth opens on a gasp and his tongue fills me, he owns me in one swipe of his tongue through my mouth. Hell, he owned me with one look from across the honky-tonk.
Wyatt just owns me plain and simple.
I’m lost in him, knowing that what we have won’t last and struggling with allowing myself to be ultimately decimated. Pinching my eyes closed, I hold back the tears, deciding that I’ll leave once he chooses a house, once he’s moved in.
A month with him won’t kill me, it won’t make me fall any harder than I already have. I won’t move in with him, I’ll refuse, and he’ll have no choice but to leave me. It will be for the best. He would regret me when he found out the truth, when he found out everything about me, about my past. I don’t think I could handle that—his regret at being with me.
Chapter Fourteen
WYATT
Cindy smiles as I tell her what I’d like to offer for the property. This one is a few miles closer to Ford’s place, and it’s exactly what I envisioned. There are three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a large open living room and kitchen. It’s perfect for the life that I want, for the family that I want. One that seems a fuck’ve a lot more attainable today than it did a few weeks ago.
“I’ll get this drawn up tonight and send it to you to eSign,” Cindy explains.
“Can we have a few minutes alone?” I ask.
She looks over my shoulder to where I assume Exeter is standing. She’s been standoffish since our little argument in the truck, and as much as I don’t blame her, it still pisses me off.
Cindy’s gaze comes back to me and her lips twitch. “Just close the door behind you. Text me when you’re gone and I’ll remote lock it up,” she murmurs.
I hear her heels click behind me, the door opens and closes, and we’re left alone. Turning my body, I face Exeter. She’s looking at her feet, her curvy body practically begging for me to take her. Or maybe it’s my cock that’s doing the begging. Either way, I’ll have her before we leave this house.
“You like this house?” I ask.
She lifts her head, jerking it back as if I’ve hit her. I watch as she winces, then exhales. “It doesn’t matter what I think,” she states.
I grunt. “It sure as fuck does, sugar.”
She shakes her head. “Wyatt. Please, don’t.”
Taking a step toward her, then another, not stopping until my chest touches her soft tits, I wrap my hands around her waist and look down into her blue eyes. Her breath hitches, her eyes widen, and my cock hardens as she licks her lips.
“Exeter,” I groan. “Why are you playing hot and cold?” I ask on a whisper.
She shakes her head. “I’m not, I don’t mean to. I just know…” Her words trail off and she closes her eyes as if she’s in physical pain. “You think I’m good. I’m not,” she whispers.
With a snort, I dip my chin and press my lips against hers, not kissing her, just holding my mouth to hers. “You’re good, sugar.”
She moans, her breath fanning my face on an exhale. “If I told you everything, you wouldn’t think so,” she breathes.
Slanting my head, I take her mouth. My tongue slides across the seam of her lips. She whimpers, opening for me.
Without breaking the kiss, I pop the button on her jeans and slowly tug down her zipper. Pushing the fabric past her curvy hips, over her round ass and as far down her legs as my hands will reach, I then tug the center of her panties to the side.
My finger slowly slides through her folds, gathering the
wetness that’s there before I swirl it around her clit. Her hands reach for my shoulders and her short nails dig into my skin from above my t-shirt. She’s slick, hot and ready, fucking needy as she whimpers into my mouth.
With two fingers, I fill her cunt, groaning when her wetness coats my fingers. She’s so fucking warm, her pussy so goddamn ready for my cock it’s almost painful not to slam inside of her right now. Her hips shift, her head falling back against the wall with a thud as she moans my name into the silent room.
Lifting my head from hers, I spin her around, pressing my chest to her back. She tips her hips without me having to even ask her. I should reach into my pocket and check to see if I have an extra condom, but fuck I want to feel all of her around me.
Quickly, I unbutton and shove down my jeans and underwear in one quick move. Wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock, I guide it toward her wet pussy. I don’t drive myself inside like I want to. Instead, I tease her. She rocks her hips back, moaning when the head of my dick hits her clit.
“Wyatt,” she breathes.
Lifting my hand, I bring it down, grinning when the sound of it slapping her plump ass ricochets throughout the empty room. The pink appears immediately on her skin and I can’t hold back my grunt of pleasure at the sight.
Exeter tips her hips back, arching even more, spreading her legs as far as her jeans will allow—begging me, silently begging me to fuck her. Slowly, I oblige, sinking my cock deep inside of her wet cunt. Lowering my head, I place my lips at the side of her neck, sucking then licking her skin.
“I need more,” she begs.
I hum against her. “I know you do, but sugar, you’re gonna have to stop being so fucking combative with me,” I murmur.
“That’s not fair,” she grinds out, attempting to move, to fuck me.
Wrapping my fingers around her hip, I grip her tightly, keeping her still.
“It’s fair. I thought you were a good girl?”
She harrumphs. “You don’t know me.”
Humming, I lick her neck, my tongue tasting the shell of her ear before I whisper, using my other hand to find her clit. Pinching her, she mewls, her thighs shaking slightly as she attempts to stay upright.
“I know enough,” I declare.
She shakes her head, “You don’t,” she insists.
“I want to,” I state.
Exeter looks at me behind her, her blue eyes piercing mine. “You don’t,” she says flatly.
Pinching her clit a little harder, I move, pulling completely out of her, then slowly sinking back inside. Her body accepts me, welcomes me with a long sigh.
“You’re beautiful, kind, loving and caring. That is all I need to know,” I grunt. “Now shut up and take what I’m going to give you,” I grunt.
She makes a noise in the back of her throat, her hips rearing back to meet my thrust. With one hand wrapped around her hip, the other firmly holding on, then circling that sweet clit, I fuck her. Exeter’s head drops, her panting fills the room and I can do nothing other than watch my wet cock slide in and out of her body.
“Faster,” she begs, breathlessly after a few moments. She’s so close, and fuck if my back doesn’t tingle just at the idea of her orgasm. “Please,” she whimpers.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
My fingers move faster between her legs, at the same time my thrusts become harder, wilder, unrelenting. I feel her cunt flutter around my bare cock right before it clamps down around me. She lets out a sigh as her entire body goes rigid.
I release her clit, sliding my hand to grab ahold of her other hip and I rear back, then slam into her. I fuck her, using her sweet body to jack my cock while she gasps with each thrust. When I come, I bury myself deep inside of her, filling her with my release, staying planted until my balls are empty.
“Wyatt?” she breathes, turning her head around again.
My eyes find hers and whatever irritation I had, it immediately disappears. She’s got wetness shimmering in her gaze and my heart fucking bleeds at the sight. “Sugar,” I gruffly grunt, slipping from her body and tug my jeans up over my hips.
She turns to face me, quickly pulling hers up as well. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I tug her against my chest, lowering my face and inhale her scent. Her arms wrap around my neck. “I don’t even know why I was mad,” she breathes.
“Because I fucked Cindy a couple of years ago,” I murmur.
She makes a noise in the back of her throat and I lift my head to look down at her. “I didn’t really forget, but thanks.”
I grin. “You also said you weren’t good, but I just proved you’re very fucking good, sugar.”
She gasps, but I don’t allow her to say anything else. I fill that sweet mouth with my tongue, tasting her, taking from her. She’s mine to take from, and she’ll stay mine, even if she for whatever fucked up reason thinks that she can’t be—she can and she will.
EXETER
My entire body shivers when I think about yesterday with Wyatt. He had the offer signed before we left, after he screwed me with my cheek pressed against the wall. Now, I’m working, and can’t stop thinking about him, about the rest of the night.
We had sex again, and then again before he left for work. I shouldn’t love it as much as I do, but the way he seems to crave me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I love it.
“Oh, you’re in love,” a woman whispers. I shake my head, not even realizing that I’m just standing in her room.
My cheeks feel hot and I know that I’m blushing. “I—I yeah, I guess that I am, falling in that direction at least,” I admit.
She shakes her head. “Well, be careful or you’ll end up right here in a few months,” she chuckles.
I walk over to her chart, pulling it out and make a note that she’s not due for her pain meds yet, then I go about checking her and the baby. All the while, I can’t stop thinking about her mini-warning.
I should have been in her shoes, years ago, but I took care of it. I don’t know that I could do that again, I don’t know that my heart would allow me. I’m an adult now, a baby would be my choice, a conscious choice that I made, not one that was forced on me the way it was years ago.
“Do you have any family coming?” I ask her before I leave.
She shakes her head. “Just me,” she whispers.
My heart aches, not for the first time, as another single mother attempts to put on a brave face for the future that will be rocky and no doubt brutal. Could I do that? Could I be so brave? Even at twenty-five, could I really be that brave? I shake my head, unsure of the answer, and hoping that I never have to find out.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I make my way toward the breakroom. Sinking down into the chair, I let out a hiss as my sore center lands against the hard plastic of the seat. Tugging my phone out of my pocket, I smile at the text that I read.
WYATT: I’LL BE AT YOUR PLACE WHEN YOU GET OFF WORK. PACKING MY SHIT THIS WEEKEND.
Did I say you could move in with me?
WYATT: I PAY RENT IN ORGASMS.
Consider yourself my new roomie.
WYATT: YOUR ONLY ROOMIE. EVER.
Bossy man.
WYATT: YOUR MAN.
My heart races when I see the words. Two simple words, and yet their meaning is something of a phenomenon to me. My man. He’s mine. My lips turn up into a wide smile. I should not be happy about the way he’s inserted himself into my life. I know—I know that this will not last. I need to guard my heart.
I can’t.
Not when he wouldn’t allow it, even if I tried.
Wyatt is not a man who will allow a woman to pull away. When he wants something, he gets it. He’s made that more than clear, and for the moment he wants me—he still wants me. He won’t always, but damn if that doesn’t feel good right now.
My phone vibrates in my hand with an incoming call and I know that my cheeks must turn even redder, because he’s foregone texting and is now calling me.
“Hell
o?” I answer.
“You okay to talk?” he asks, his low timbre sending a wave of desire throughout my entire body.
“It’s my lunch break,” I whisper.
He hums. “You need me to bring you something?”
I shake my head as though he can see me, then decide to actually answer. “No, I have some stuff here,” I lie. I’m not hungry, I’m full of desire and there’s no room for food right now.
“Gave Rylan the keys to my place so they can move in on Monday. It’s still cool I stay with you for a while, right? If you don’t want me in your space, I’ll get a hotel for the month. It’s not that big of a deal, I’m hardly home as it is,” he rambles.
“It’s fine, Wyatt. I’m hardly home either, we probably won’t even be there at the same time very often,” I murmur.
He snorts. “We better be or Christ I’m going to go into withdrawals, I’m fucking addicted to you already, sugar.”
“I’ll be home around seven tonight,” I breathe. My pussy is sore but damned if I’m not getting wet just thinking about his touch again.
He groans. “I’ll be home a bit later, but I’ll bring dinner for us, I’ll grab some pizzas,” he murmurs.
“I can’t eat like that,” I breathe.
“Fuck yeah you can. I meant it when I said I liked you just the way you are, Exeter. I like it all, and no way in fuck did you get the body you got eating salads and shit. I’ll grab some ice cream on my way home too.”
The line goes dead and I let out a long groan. Home. He called my place, home. And for the next month or so, it will be just that, our home. I shouldn’t feel as giddy as I do about that. I definitely should not be smiling at the thought of living with him. I’ve only known him a matter of weeks. He doesn’t know my deep dark secrets, and I don’t know his.
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