Wyatt: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 1)

by Coco Miller

  WYATT

  Overwatch Division

  Coco Miller

  COCO MILLER ROMANCE

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  License Note

  This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events, people, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without the permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.

  This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.

  Contents

  Books By Coco

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

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  Introduction

  He’s an ex-military man working through his demons. She’s a high-powered lawyer looking to shake things up. Sometimes the very answer you’ve been searching for can be found right where you started…

  Kendra lives a high-powered life in New York City but something is missing. She visits home to shake things up and that’s when she notices her brother’s best friend, Wyatt. The hot man in front of her is nothing like she remembered at all.

  Wyatt is back from Afghanistan and whoring his way through woman after woman in an attempt to forget his time overseas. One look at Kendra though, and he falls hard and fast for the out-of-town beauty.

  Will this unlikely couple even stand a chance at a happily ever after? Especially once Wyatt’s best friend, who is also Kendra’s brother, finds out what they’ve been up to?

  WYATT is a sweet and steamy, stand-alone, military romance. It is not appropriate for readers under 18 due to sizzling HAWT love scenes!

  Chapter One

  KENDRA

  “I’ll have another Cosmo,” I say pushing my glass to Gail, the head bartender at Gail’s Bar. I don’t know her, but there are plenty of people in this bar that do, so I’ve heard her name several times.

  Gail’s is the only bar within a fifteen-mile radius in this area, and I heard it’s home to a great selection of beers. Mixed cocktails, however, aren’t their strong suit. There’s not enough cranberry juice in it. It tastes like pure alcohol. But at least I’ll get drunk faster and for a lot less money than it takes in New York.

  “You got it. Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?” she asks while making my drink.

  “No thanks, just the drink,” I mumble twisting a napkin in my hand.

  When she places the drink in front of me, I pay her and take a sip. I look around the bar and figure there must not be many out-of-towners here because they all seem to know each other. There are many people here and I assume that’s because it’s a Friday night.

  I’ll admit, I’m enjoying the people watching. It’s probably the most fun I’ve had in a long time. That pretty much describes how boring my life has become.

  Needing an escape, maybe looking for a bit of excitement, has brought me back upstate and to the Day’s Ranch. I spent all of my summers here as a kid.

  My parents ended up buying the ranch after my brother and I graduated high school. Then they moved here permanently. Now my brother works for them at the resort.

  I wasn’t willing to leave the city. I had dreams to accomplish and goals to reach which I’ve been lucky enough to do. However, now I feel like I need more, something different. So when I could no longer take the repetitiveness of everyday life, something told me this is where I needed to be. So here I am.

  Hearing a deep voice in the distance draws my attention. I look around until my eyes land on what has to be the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen. Dark hair, muscles that look clearly defined beneath his t-shirt, and I can tell he is popular with the women because they are circling around him, waiting for their chance. Like buzzards.

  I look back toward Gail and smile. “Who’s Mr. Popular?”

  She laughs as she wipes down the bar. “That is the town heartthrob.”

  “The women are practically salivating over him. It’s a wonder all that attention doesn’t go to his head.”

  “Oh, trust me it has. He has slept with almost every tourist of legal age and a vagina. He knows he is the hottest thing walking on the planet and he takes full advantage of it.”

  “That’s unfortunate. There’s something so sad about man whores. Like they’re starving for something mommy didn’t give them.”

  “Well, he may have a slight excuse. He came back from serving overseas really fucked up in the head. Whatever happened over there did a number on him. He lives recklessly. Wyatt Drake just doesn’t give a shit about much except getting drunk and getting laid.”

  Wait ... did you say Wyatt Drake? No way. It can’t be the same Wyatt Drake that I grew up with. The same scrawny kid that used to collect baseball cards, ride his bike up and down past my house, and tell me the most ridiculous stories. Because that Wyatt was my brother’s best friend, and he sure as hell didn’t look anything like this Wyatt.

  I glance back at him just to make sure when Gail places her hand on mine.

  “Don’t bother with him, sweetie. He’s basically just a pretty face. He sleeps with all the visitors we get, not only here at the bar but also at Day’s Ranch where he stays. He’ll just use you and move on. He hasn’t been the same since he returned from active duty.”

  Active duty? I didn’t know Wyatt entered the service. And he’ll just use me, huh? Maybe this is exactly what I need. I mean the reason I drove down here from New York City was to break out of my rat race. A one-night stand could be a huge start. The fact that he’s not a total stranger is great, and the idea that he hangs out at the ranch where I am staying, well that is just a bonus.

  “You should listen to the lady. Wyatt’s a great guy, but I sure as hell wouldn’t trust him around any woman I know,” says a guy who has just plopped down next to me.

  “Thanks, I appreciate the advice…” I let the last word drag out giving him the opportunity to introduce himself.

  “Leon,” he says, tossing back his beer.

  “Well thanks, Leon. I’m Kendra,” I say, but he doesn’t pay much attention. He is talking to Gail, so I decide to just take Wyatt in.

  He looks like a bad boy, which is such a difference from the Wyatt I knew, a
nd a huge turn-on for me. All the guys I’ve been with are exactly like my life, boring. Especially the last guy I was with, Kevin.

  He had no sense of humor, didn’t enjoy going out because he’d be too tired in the morning, even on a Friday night.

  Worst of all, he was the worst sex I’d ever had. He didn’t like to fool around; he just went right for it, and it lasted—on a good day—five minutes. Checking out Wyatt, I can tell he’d be amazing in bed. Just the way his body moves is sexy as hell.

  I think back to when I left the city the other night. I was sitting in my office going over the paperwork I needed for a case I was working on and I couldn’t concentrate on it. The last few weeks had been like that. I used to live for work. I thrived on being in the courtroom, working long nights and not having a life at all. But something was changing, and I knew I needed to get away to figure it out.

  Walking into my boss’s office, I told him I needed time off and considering I hadn’t taken a sick day or vacation day in years; I had time on my side.

  Pulling out of my thoughts, I order yet another drink before looking back to my new favorite view. I watch him laughing with a few of his friends or who I think are his friends, and it reminds me of how long it’s been since I laughed like that. I

  can’t even remember what it’s like to laugh and actually mean it. To find something so funny that it just comes pouring out of you.

  I take a deep breath and toss back the rest of my drink, trying to numb the pain I’m feeling. I have no idea what I’ve been doing with my life. Yes, I make great money, live in an upscale loft, and own more clothes than I’ll ever wear. But what’s the point?

  I have no one to share it with, no one who can make me laugh, and no one who can make life exciting.

  That’s what this vacation is all about, and I think Wyatt may be the key or at least a quick fix.

  Chapter Two

  WYATT

  Another Friday night of hanging out at Gail’s. I don’t see any visitors, so I’m just relaxing after a long week of busting my ass at work. I’ll admit, I would love to find a beautiful woman to take home for the night, but tomorrow is another day.

  A lot of the regulars are here and, as usual, flirting with me, but it’s something I’ve gotten used to. They all know I sleep around, and that I will not settle down, so they all want to be the one who changes me.

  I wouldn’t be surprised if they bet on it, but I don’t care. I know what I want and it sure as hell isn’t a relationship. I love women, but I don’t trust them. So I guess you could say, I use them. I’m not proud of it; it’s just how I am.

  I’m about to get up to grab a beer when I notice this beautiful woman sitting at the bar. She catches my eye. She is definitely not from around here. I can tell by the sexy yet classy dress she’s wearing, the way she seems to sit with almost an arrogance about her, and that crazy-looking drink in her hand. Regulars don’t drink fruity shit.

  Maybe my night is looking up after all.

  She’s gorgeous and totally different from the townies around here with her reddish-brown skin and her sleek black hair. I keep watching her, trying to figure her out. It’s a little game I like to play before I make my move.

  She is probably passing through because as lucky as I am with women, they rarely look as stunning as her. The women who vacation here are pretty and sexy, but this woman is on another level. Maybe she’s married or engaged; no that can’t be right because the guy would be a fool to leave her alone at a bar. Damn, she’s a hard one to figure out.

  Most of the time, I can guess if they are running away for the weekend, partying with friends, or vacationing with family. I’ve lived here long enough to study them all. I’d just finished high school when mommy dearest decided to walk out on me and my pop’s, we moved to Day’s Ranch.

  I remember wanting to stay at my home in the city, but I couldn’t let my pop handle moving alone. When I found out it was the resort my best friend, Malik’s, parents had bought, it was an easier decision.

  Shaking my head to clear those unnecessary thoughts, I notice the visiting beauty is checking me out and I figure it’s time to make my move. I smirk as I make my way over to her.

  She keeps her clear, deep brown eyes on me the entire time, watching every move I make very carefully. When I reach her I rest against the bar and she turns to face me with a slight look of curiosity across her face.

  “There was no way I could not find out the name of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I say pouring on the charm.

  A small smile tugs at her lips and she says, “Kendra.”

  “Kendra, that’s a great name. I’m Wyatt. Wyatt Drake.”

  A look I can’t quite describe crosses her face.

  I extend my hand and she places her delicate one in mine. “What brings you here, Kendra?”

  “A little me time,” she says with a blush making its way to her face.

  “Me time is always good. So where are you heading?” I ask as I signal to Gail for another beer.

  “I’m headed right here. I’m staying at Day’s Ranch.”

  I can’t stop the smile that breaks out. She’s staying at the resort, how convenient. This just got a whole lot easier.

  “No kidding. That’s where I’m from,” I say, moving a little closer to her.

  She’s definitely liking the attention I’m showing her, that much is clear. I also seem to make her nervous, which is a major turn-on. I reach out my hand and rest it on her knee.

  “How long are you staying?”

  “I’m not sure yet. Only time will tell,” she says as she tosses back the rest of her drink.

  Damn, she’s beautiful.

  “Kendra, come dance with me,” I say, removing my hand from her knee and holding it for her to take. Without hesitation, she grabs my hand and I lead her out to the little dance floor. There is no band here tonight, but the music is still flowing. I pull her close to me and we slowly move to the beat.

  “Where are you from?”

  “New York City.”

  I run my hands lightly up and down her back and she searches my eyes, looking for something but I do not understand what.

  “No kidding. I grew up in New York,” I say.

  She suddenly stops dancing and pulls away.

  “I wasn’t sure at first but are you Wyatt Drake, from Long Island? Was your best friend, Malik Collins?”

  Well damn, how the hell could she know that.

  I tilt my head, lifting an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s me. Who the hell are you?”

  Laughing to herself, she bites her lip. “Wyatt, it’s me, Kendra Collins.”

  “No fucking way.”

  My best friend’s baby sister has grown the hell up. See this is the problem with Malik’s paranoid ass not using social media. I almost felt up his damn sister without even knowing it. I haven’t seen her since she was a kid.

  “Way,” she chuckles.

  The next hour consists of us dancing and her drinking more of those colorful drinks of hers. If she keeps this up, I’m going to need to call her an Uber or drive her to the resort myself.

  We get a bit more handsy with each other, which is making this situation that much harder. It’s making everything harder.

  “Kendra, does Malik even know you’re here?” I ask while she waits for her next drink.

  “No, no one does yet. I just up and left. I needed to do something to make my life less boring. I’m tired of it. I want excitement. I want sex. I want someone who will make me laugh and make life worthwhile.”

  She’s drunk… no, she’s trashed. Her pupils are huge, her eyes are glassy, and she’s slurring her words. What’s more, is she’s an honest drunk. She’s looking for someone to make her life less boring? That sounds like a job right up my alley.

  Everything she just mentioned is what I want, until she mentions making her life worthwhile. That I avoid. Even though I’d love to have her in my bed, there’s no way I am getting involved. Too many red fla
gs. Too complicated.

  “I’m lonely, Wyatt. I just need to figure out what I’ve been doing wrong with my life. I want to have fun. I know you like to have fun,” she slurs.

  Something about the way she is talking and the crazy amount of alcohol she’s had doesn’t add up. I don’t normally care, but this is Kendra Collins. She’s not just any regular girl. No she’s so much more than that.

  Chapter Three

  KENDRA

  Waking up, I crack my eyes open and am assaulted by the light. I groan and grab my head, immediately regretting the amount of alcohol I consumed last night.

  I never drink like that and the way I’m feeling right now, I’ll never do it again. My head is pounding, my stomach is turning, I’m sweating, and my hair is all over my damn head.

  It’s official, I feel like shit.

  I sit up slowly and notice I am just wearing a t-shirt. The thing is, it’s not my t-shirt. It’s huge on me and smells like cologne. The realization hits me, and I cover my mouth with my hand. “Oh my God,” I whisper to myself. My head really starts pounding, and I decide I need to take something before I even think about anything else.