Wyatt: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 1)

by Coco Miller

  Wyatt’s body is something I didn’t actually know existed in real life. No one I have ever been with has been half as sexy. He has the body of someone who works out, takes good care of himself, and someone who cares what others think. It’s hard. It’s chiseled. It’s spectacular. Honestly, it puts mine to shame. He makes me want to suck in my gut a little tighter.

  I haven’t said a word or moved an inch. If I do, this fantasy might end and I sure as hell don’t want that. He moves a little closer and I look into his heated eyes. He lifts his left eyebrow.

  “My clothes are off, Kendra. Why the fuck aren’t yours?”

  With my heart pounding in my chest, he watches me with a need I’ve never seen before. I silently grab the hem of my sundress and pull it over my head, leaving me exposed to him in nothing but my teal satin strapless bra and panties.

  “Gorgeous,” he exhales.

  The way he is taking in my body, raking his eyes over every inch, makes me feel wanted and desired. He takes the last few steps and stands right in front of me. I feel so out of my element considering I’m used to being in bed, taking off my clothes while under the covers and keeping my body hidden most of the time. I feel like that would never be an option with Wyatt, not with the way he licks his lips before he reaches his hand out and touches my cheek.

  “You’re right. You aren’t like any of the women I usually have sex with. You are so much more,” he whispers before presses his lips to mine.

  His words sink in, and I know that he feels something for me, something more than just sexual. He pulls me flush against him and when my skin touches his, my body nearly goes up in flames. His hard chest against me and muscular arms wrapped around me are my undoing. I moan and run my hands down his body feeling every groove and valley, feeling a bit more confident after his words.

  “Don’t worry about the types of things I’m used to doing in bed, Kendra. I got this. I got you.”

  Wyatt lowers me to the bed and allows me to position myself before he climbs on top of me. “I’ve never wanted someone more than I want you right now. Don’t forget that for a second. You understand me?”

  I’m not sure if I’m supposed to answer him or if that was a rhetorical question until he speaks again. “I asked you if you understand?”

  Wetness rushes between my legs.

  “Yes, Wyatt.”

  He claims my lips fiercely before kissing a path down to my breasts. My chest heaves and my breasts beg to be touched, so when he cups them I toss my head back. Reaching around me he unfastens my bra and tosses it behind him. He takes in my breasts for a minute before looking at my face.

  “Fucking beautiful.”

  Bending his head he pays homage to my breasts, awakening a feeling in me that has been dormant for far too long. Continuing his exploration of my body, he makes his way down to the top of my panties. Hooking his fingers inside, he pulls them down my legs and they join my bra on the floor. Pushing my legs wider apart, he lets out a growl that vibrates through my body. My nipples are hard and my pussy is dripping with need and watching him take in my naked body is so erotic.

  “Wyatt,” I whisper, and he snaps his head to mine.

  “You’re breathtaking. Everything about you is perfection. Now I need to see what you look like when I make you come,” he says before I feel his hot breath blow across my pussy. He runs his fingers from my opening to right before my clit. “You are so wet, do you have any idea how fucking hot that is? How fucking hot you are?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the feelings run through my body, unsure of how to answer him. Slowly he pushes a finger inside me, and the sensation when he enters is so strong that if he wasn’t holding my thighs down I’d have shot off the bed.

  Adding another finger he begins to finger fuck me and my world tilts on its axis. Just the feel of his talented fingers has my body burning with a desire I’ve never known. Nothing matters at the moment, nothing but the two of us and the way we make each other feel.

  He licks with precision at my pussy as he continues working me over with his magical fingers, and I fist the blanket in my hands tossing my head back.

  “Oh God, Wyatt,” I shout when his tongue makes impact with my clit.

  He licks at it with a speed I didn’t know a tongue could achieve and I feel my orgasm on the brink. It’s been so long since I’ve been given one, but it’s not a feeling you forget. He picks up the speed, and the force of his finger fucking as he sucks on my clit has my orgasm ripping through me so hard and fast, I wasn’t even expecting it.

  “Shit!” I shout and moan while I ride out the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

  He removes his fingers but continues to lick at my sensitive pussy causing my orgasm to go on and on. He finally climbs up my body and grabs a hold of my face, searching my eyes. “Fuck that was hot,” is all he says before kissing me and allowing me to taste myself.

  I’ve never tasted myself before, and I’m surprised that the salty flavor actually turns me on. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s on him or the erotic images of what he’s just done, but I grab onto his hair holding him to me.

  When we pull away from the kiss he says, “I need to fuck you.”

  He stands up and grabs a condom out of his jeans before stepping out of his boxers. His dick juts out in front of him, thick and hard, making me excited for what will happen next. He climbs back on the bed and sits on his heels, watching me while he rolls the condom over the sexist penis I’ve ever seen. A dick that will be inside me soon, connecting us even more.

  He lies on top of me and I feel the head of his dick at my entrance and I start to worry. I know he said that he’s got this, but I’m once again nervous that I won’t be able to satisfy him. Especially not in the way like he just did for me.

  He hasn’t broken eye contact and kisses me quickly before speaking a whisper across my lips.

  “You are still okay with this, right?” I nod my head and he grins.

  “Good. I’ll go as slow or as fast as you want. I may be in charge of the pleasure, but you’re in charge of the tempo.”

  “Okay,” I quietly sigh in relief.

  As he pushes into me, I accidentally dig my nails into his biceps. On top of the fact that I haven’t had sex in months, Wyatt is bigger than I’ve ever had.

  “Damn, I’m not even fully seated inside of you yet. Am I hurting you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  I look into his eyes, begging him to continue. He must understand what I need because he pushes in halfway and stops.

  “Feels okay?”

  I nod my head because forming words right now is an impossible feat. He stretches me out and fills me in a way no man ever has before. He pushes the rest of the way in and stills again.

  “You’re so beautiful, Kendra,” he says before he starts moving.

  The feeling is delicious and all-consuming having this beautiful man on top of me, wrapped around me, and inside of me. The more he moves, the more relaxed I feel and start moving with him. Meeting him thrust for thrust, listening to the noises we are both making, makes me want him that much more.

  “Oh God, Wyatt, I need more.”

  Without hesitation, he picks up his speed and my body crests with desire. I’ve never had my body react this way to a man, and it’s not just my body, but my heart has joined in.

  I can’t deny it. I won’t deny it. I really am starting to like this man. He is both strong and soft, light and dark, chivalrous and pompous. I’m completely and shamelessly drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

  Whatever is happening between us isn’t initially what I was seeking when I came home to Day’s Ranch. I didn’t know what I wanted. I thought it was simple, frivolous, fun. This is not that. This is way more than that. God knows this is not exactly going to make Malik jump for joy. He never shared really well, but I won’t let that stop this from happening either.

  Hell, a connection like this comes around once in a blue moon. So while the practical side of me
wants to pause and analyze every decision I’m making, there is another part of me telling me to relax. To allow Wyatt to control every part of me. I need him to. I want him to control me. To make me feel so fucking good. Because he already does, every time we’re together.

  “Kendra, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he growls deeply. “Give me more.”

  Wyatt fucks me so hard that my body moves inches up the bed with each thrust. My head almost hitting the headboard. I reach my hands over my head, holding onto it as he slams inside me. Never slowing down, he continues to thrust in and out of me bringing me closer and closer to what I’m sure will be an even more powerful orgasm than the last.

  “I’m so close,” I moan shamelessly.

  “I know, baby, I feel you,” he says, reaching his hand down and rubbing my clit. “Let me get you there even faster.”

  My entire body reacts. My entire body lights up like a firecracker exposed. Lifting off the ground and exploding into an array of colors and sounds. So beautiful in all its glory and never fading until the last ember has had its moment to shine free.

  Tugging on his hair, I scream out his name as my release crashes over me, pulling me under. He thrusts into me a few more strides before he growls my name when his orgasm finds him. He grunts into my ear, saying my name over and over.

  “Damn, Kendra.”

  We lay holding each other tightly while we return to our bodies. “Wyatt, that was … I don’t know what that was.”

  He chuckles and says, “A spiritual experience.”

  I roll my eyes. “You think very highly of yourself.”

  “I think very highly of you.” He starts to tickle my side.

  “Aah! Stop it.”

  “I remember you being ticklish when we were kids.”

  “How do you remember that? I didn’t think any of Malik’s friends were paying attention to me.”

  “You were always memorable, Kendra. But now you’re unforgettable.”

  An hour later we are still lying in bed, naked, my body pressed against his. We can’t seem to get enough of touching each other. He’s rubbing small circles on my back and I’m tracing his muscular chest. I could stay like this for a lifetime and be happy. Of course, I’m getting way ahead of myself.

  “Kendra, can I ask you something?”

  I move my hand to his face and say, “Anything.”

  “Have you ever been in love before,” he asks looking at me with vulnerable eyes.

  That’s a tough question for me right now. If he’d asked me a few weeks ago, I would have said yes. Now, I don’t know.

  “Well, I thought I was once or twice, but I’m not so sure anymore.” He gives me a puzzled look and I try to find the right words. “I think to be in love, you need to give your whole heart to the other person. I think you need to have complete trust, understanding, and devotion. You need a connection both physically and emotionally. I thought along the way that maybe I’d found the right guy, turns out I hadn’t.”

  He nods his head but doesn’t reply. I wonder if maybe I’ve said too much, but he said he wanted honesty.

  “Have you ever been in love?”

  “No,” he says without even a second thought.

  He says it so tersely; I wonder what the story is behind it. Does the thought of being in love turn him completely off? Does he even believe that love exists?

  I want to ask more about his emphatic no, but then again I’m not sure I want to know the answer; so for now, I just leave it. Especially because I’m laying naked across his body after earth-shattering sex.

  After Wyatt brings me to another orgasm with his masterful tongue, I feel myself being pulled under to sleep. The last thought I have before I am dragged under is, I think I could love him.

  Chapter Twelve

  WYATT

  I wake up tangled around Kendra and smile. I know it’s a little fucked up, but I’ve never spent the night with a woman before. This is a first for me, because I always ask them politely to leave.

  Everything that is happening and every decision I’m making with Kendra is the complete opposite of the guy I usually am. The way she felt in my arms while we had sex and as we lay in bed last night, it made me think I could be falling for her. I didn’t want her to leave. It felt right.

  I asked her if she’d ever been in love, and as she defined what that means to her, I felt that is exactly what is happening to me. It shocked me at first but then filled me with a sense of total understanding.

  The idea of being with one woman was something I never wanted, something I totally avoided, until now. This just might be me … falling.

  Kendra stirs in her sleep, bringing me back to the present, and I decide to let her snooze while I go see if there is anything to make for breakfast. Getting out of bed as slowly as I can, I grab my boxers and jeans before leaving the bedroom. I slip them on, then check her fridge and cabinets for food. I decide to make pancakes and bacon and pull all the ingredients I need out.

  Just as I’m plating everything, I feel Kendra’s warm arms wrap around my waist. “Good morning,” she says before placing a kiss on my back.

  I spin around and pull her to me, loving the feel of her. I kiss her nose and smile. “Morning. How did you sleep, baby?”

  “I slept great. Best sleep I’ve had in a long time,” she says smiling back.

  “My deep strokes put your ass to sleep, huh?”

  She playfully slaps my arm. “Don’t be crude, Wyatt.”

  “Are you hungry?” I ask while holding back a laugh.

  We make our plates and go sit on the deck to eat. Even with her hair a mess and my t-shirt on (especially with my t-shirt on), she is breathtaking.

  “Nice shirt,” I say giving her a wink. “Looks good on you.”

  She throws her head back laughing and looks over at me. “Well, you left it here, so I thought I’d better use it. Plus, it’s comfortable.”

  I grin and lean over to kiss her lips. “Keep it.”

  After we finish our breakfast, we clean up the mess and then settle on the deck with fresh coffee. Kendra has fallen silent, and I wonder what she’s thinking about.

  Just as I open my mouth to ask, she says, “Wyatt?” I raise my eyebrows and her cheeks get a hint of pink. “What happened the first night we met? The real story.”

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s forgotten now,” I say. I don’t want her to be embarrassed.

  “Please, I need to know. Did I make a complete fool of myself?”

  I rub the back of my neck and try to decide what to say, but when I notice the desperation on her face, I know I need to tell her the truth.

  “Fine. Driving home from the bar, you kept fading in and out of consciousness. I wanted to get you home quickly, but I wasn’t exactly sure if you were staying with your folks or at your own rental.

  “So when we pulled into the resort entrance, Tony, the security guard at the front gate, phoned your mom and got your cabin number. You were moaning, and not in a good way,” I say, giving her a wink, trying to lighten the situation. “When I pulled you out of the car, you threw up all over yourself.”

  She covers her face and shakes it. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”

  I place my hand on hers and grin. “No need to apologize. Regardless of my attraction to you, you are my best friend’s little sister. The least I could do was look out for you. So I brought you inside and undressed you, then cleaned you up.

  “I didn’t take off your bra and panties until I put my shirt on you, I swear. After that, you passed out. I sat on the edge of the bed to monitor you during the night. Make sure you didn’t vomit in your sleep or something.”

  She searches my face and the look on hers makes everything worth it. It’s a mixture of gratitude, surprise, and relief.

  “You sat on my bed all night keeping vigil?”

  “I wanted to make sure you were all right,” I confess.

  “Why would you do that? Just because I was Malik’s sister?”


  I shrug my shoulders and sip my coffee. “I thought that was why at first, but now I realize there was something about you, and it had nothing to do with you being Malik’s sister. I felt drawn to you; I wanted to keep you safe. I felt like you were my responsibility. I still do.”

  Kendra moves over to me and straddles my lap. I rest my hands on her rounded firm ass and squeeze. She leans forward and captures my lips, getting the attention of my dick yet again. The longer and deeper the kiss, the harder I am getting. She pulls away and looks around before returning her gaze to me. She reaches down and tries to unbutton my jeans.

  “Easy, Kendra, if you release the Kraken I won’t be able to control myself,” I warn her with a lustful smile.

  She pulls the zipper down and stands up to free me from the confines of my jeans and boxers. Once the air hits my dick, I know I’m a goner. Sitting down she kisses and sucks on my neck, making it impossible for me to think of anything else but having her ride my cock. She looks at me with lust in her eyes and says, “I need you right now.”

  “Fuck yes, let’s go,” I say, waiting for her to stand up.

  She doesn’t though, she leans into my ear and whispers, “No, I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”

  Holy shit.

  I reach into my pocket, thankful I brought a few condoms, and roll one over myself. I reach under the t-shirt she has on and cup one of her heavy breasts in my palm. I use the fingers on my other hand to play with one of her nipples. Rolling and pinching it in between my fingers. Squeezing and releasing pressure. Falling even harder for her as her hips begin to gyrate with need.

  “Fuck, Kendra.”

  She stands just enough to sink down on my waiting cock. We both let out a moan and I sink my fingers into her ass. I nip her hardened nipples over the t-shirt and lightly smack her ass. I see pure ecstasy on her face as she tries to keep her eyes open.