Wyatt: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 1)

by Coco Miller

  “Ride me, baby.”

  Kendra tilts and rolls her hips—a bit unsure of herself—and I help guide her by pulling her toward me with my hands on her ass. Once she finds the perfect rhythm, it takes over my body. Her soft, tight pussy is sucking me and when she grips onto my shoulders and starts to really move, I’m done.

  “Wyatt, oh God I’m so close already,” she moans.

  I meet her thrust for thrust and feel my balls tighten and a fire spread in my stomach. I won’t last much longer.

  “Whose pussy is this?” I ask with a guttural and possessive growl.

  “Yours.”

  “Whose?”

  “Yours, Wyatt.”

  “That’s right, baby. Don’t you fucking forget it.”

  I rub Kendra’s clit and she lets out a sound of pure pleasure, followed by her pussy gripping me so tightly, we find our releases simultaneously.

  “Look at me, Kendra. I need to see you,” I manage to say.

  When her eyes meet mine, I know in this moment, that I’ve fallen. There is no denying it, or questioning it, or avoiding it.

  For the first time in my life, it’s as plain as the nose on my face.

  I’m falling in love and this shit is something.

  Chapter Thirteen

  WYATT

  After a day of exploring, dinner, and of course another night of the best sex I’ve ever had, we are lying in bed. I have work in the morning, but that isn’t going to keep me from spending the night with her. Hell, we only stay three minutes from each other. I will run home in the morning and get ready if I need to.

  “Wyatt,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

  “What, baby?”

  “You make me happy.”

  That’s it. That’s all she says before she passes out, but it was a major admission. I make Kendra Collins happy.

  “Baby, you make me happy too. Thank you for that,” I say, knowing even if she hears me she won’t remember in the morning, but I sure as hell will.

  * * *

  For the next few days, the only time Kendra and I aren’t together is when I’m working. As soon as I get off, I go to her place or she comes here. Tonight is Friday, and I’m looking forward to being with her all weekend. She is coming over here for dinner and then we will definitely be having dessert.

  “What are your plans tonight? You want to meet up at the bar?” Todd asks.

  “No, not tonight. I’ve got plans.” I don’t look at him and just continue to pack my stuff away.

  “Oh really? Are you still seeing that hot chick from the bar? Is that where you’ve been all week?” he asks leaning up against the wall.

  I stand up and cross my arms. “Kendra, her name is Kendra. And yes, I’m still seeing her and we have plans,” I say, a bit annoyed that he keeps making light of the situation like I’m going to dump her at any minute for a new piece of ass.

  He holds up his hands in a surrender gesture and backs away from me. I chuckle because I didn’t even say it nasty.

  “I’m just asking, man. I didn’t realize that you had suddenly changed your ways. Never seen you date the same chick more than once. You can’t blame a dude for being surprised. This isn’t your normal M.O. ”

  I want to be pissed about his comment, but he is just saying what everyone else is thinking. I’ve noticed the stares and whispers when some of the town regulars see me with Kendra.

  I personally don’t give a shit; I just don’t want it to bother her. Shaking my head, I finish packing up and tell the guys I’ll see them Monday.

  When I get home, Kendra is sitting on my steps. She looks beautiful with her hair in soft curls, a sexy black dress on, and her big smile. I jump out of my truck and walk over to her.

  “Not that I’m not happy as hell to see you, but what are you doing here so early?” I ask as she stands up.

  “Why don’t we ever go out,” she asks as soon as I reach her.

  “What? We go out all the time. Yesterday we spent the day at the lake,” I say, walking past her to open the door. I get in the door and she is right on my heels.

  “Wyatt, that’s not what I mean. Yes, we do a lot of things in the resort, at the lake, at the grotto– but why don’t we ever go out to dinner or the bar?”

  She gives me sad eyes, and I pull her to me.

  “Kendra, why do you want to go out so bad? We’d only be rushing home to get under each other’s clothes anyway,” I say, trying to make light of the situation.

  “Is that your favorite place to have me? In bed?”

  “That is the craziest question you’ve ever asked me. Of course that’s my favorite place to have you, but don’t get it twisted. It’s not the only place.”

  “Are you ashamed of me or something?”

  I pull back and let go of her. I start to pace and rub the back of my neck, shocked that she would even think that. Wondering what I’ve done to make her even question this.

  I turn around to face her and blow out a breath. “How could you ask that? You are the best thing to ever happen to me. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and sexy as fuck. It’s me, all right. You don’t notice the way people whisper or stare at us here. It would be worse in town. I just want to keep you safe from all that bullshit.”

  She wraps her hands around my neck before kissing my lips. My hands automatically land on her ass and she smiles.

  “You don’t give me enough credit, Mr. Drake. I am a damn good lawyer and I see it all. I see the looks and the snickers and the whispers… and guess what? I don’t care. The person they think you are isn’t the real you. I know that and that’s what matters. Now, go shower and get dressed because we are going out to dinner and then to the bar. Show me the fuck off.”

  Damn, she’s hot when she’s all bossy, but she does not understand how badly this is going to end. “I think it’s a bad idea, baby.”

  “That’s fine because I wasn’t asking. Go get ready,” she says and kisses my lips.

  Not wanting to argue with her, I do just as she says. I can’t help but think of all the questions and comments that are going to be coming our way tonight, especially from my friends.

  Hopefully, she is strong enough to handle it because they will be relentless, especially at the bar. Right now, in the moment, I wish I had done a lot of things differently.

  Because tonight is going to suck ass.

  Chapter Fourteen

  KENDRA

  It’s cute how Wyatt tried so hard to change my mind. He doesn’t want to go out, and I know exactly why. He’s slept with half the tourists and probably half of the female residents over twenty-one-years-old in this town and he thinks everyone making comments behind our backs will bother me.

  The thing he doesn’t get is that I’m a lawyer. I can handle anything thrown at me. I’ve had newspapers rip apart my ability of cases, clients give me threats if I lost a case, and even my bosses screaming at me.

  The fact that he’s slept around a lot and people talk about it, that doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t bother him. He’s a grown-ass man, and he’s allowed to live his life whatever way he chooses to.

  At dinner — which I’ll admit he was nervous — he kept looking around the restaurant. Honestly, there were only a few people who were whispering about us. Now we are on our way to the bar and he looks even more nervous.

  “Wyatt, I wish you’d relax and try to have fun.”

  He looks over at me for a second before focusing back on the road. “I’m not nervous. I’m just staying alert.”

  I burst out laughing and he shoots me a look. “I’m sorry, but what are you staying on alert for exactly?”

  “Laugh all you want. Dinner was nothing compared to what it’s going to be like at the bar.”

  “We met at the bar.“

  “Exactly my point. That’s where all my friends are tonight, and they have been giving me a hard time as it is about you. I just don’t want you thinking any less of me, all right,” he says and my heart hurts at his defeated
tone.

  It almost makes me want to tell him to just take us home, but no. I want to go out. I don’t want to have to always hide in the grotto or the cabins.

  “There is nothing that anyone can say or do that would make me think less of you. You’ve awakened a part of me I thought was dead. You make me laugh, you make my heart beat out of my chest, and the way you make me come… believe me, nothing they say will change the way I feel about you,” I say, meaning every word and hoping it puts him at ease.

  We pull into the parking lot of the bar and when he parks the truck; he turns to face me. “You like the way I make you come, huh,” he says, grinning at me. “Now who’s being crude.“

  I reach over and smack his chest and we both laugh. He holds my hand against his chest by his heart and says, “You feel that?” I nod my head and he continues.

  “You are the reason my heart beats again. So, yes I worry that someone will say something that will disgust you, and you’ll walk away. I’m not ready to lose you. Not when we just started.”

  I climb across the seat (which ain’t easy with these hips) and straddle his lap. I kiss him passionately, hoping the silent affection shows how much he means to me. I pull back, rest my forehead on his, and say the scariest thing.

  “You aren’t going to lose me.”

  I kiss him again and this time when I break the kiss I say, “How about you tell me the worst things I could hear, that way you won’t need to worry.”

  “I don’t know. I just told you I think you’ll be disgusted. Why would I risk it?”

  I kiss his cheek and say, “Try me.” I can see him warring with himself on whether to tell me or not, so I kiss his soft lips to let him know it’s all right.

  “Fine. Well first off, I’ve never talked to a woman after I slept with her. In fact, I’ve gone out of my way to avoid it. One time I had a threesome–” I try not to flinch. “And when we were done they started to fall asleep; I woke them both up and told them to leave.”

  “Okay.”

  “Another time I slept with a woman who was only separated from her husband. I think she may have even still lived with him. I didn’t ask. I could go on and on about my questionable choices, but my point is that I’ve never been serious about anyone before.

  “I’ve never been in a relationship, even as a teenager. I’ve been selfish, and I didn’t care if I hurt any of the women I slept with,” he tells me, never once making eye contact. “I never even considered that they had feelings.”

  I’ll admit I’m shocked by some of it, but it just makes me want to know one thing. “Why?”

  “Why have I been a pig?”

  “No, why haven’t you been serious about anyone or in a relationship? Why wouldn’t you care if you hurt them?” I ask generally confused. “Why do you treat women like you hate them?”

  The guy he was just talking about is not the guy I know. In fact, he’s the complete opposite.

  “I love women, I respect women, but I’ve never trusted women. The one woman I trusted with my heart walked out on me and never looked back. All the women my dad fell for after the marriage dissolved left.

  “The only experience I had with women as a kid was watching them walk away. I didn’t want to be left behind, so I figured if I never got close to anyone, they could never hurt me. My time in the military only made it worse. I lost people. People who mattered to me. It made me even more guarded.”

  “I’m sorry, Wyatt.”

  “I know it’s fucked up, but you asked for the truth,” he says, and I can hear the shame in his voice. “So that’s the truth.”

  I do the only thing I can to show him how much I appreciate his honesty and that I don’t judge him for it. I unbutton his jeans then slip my hand into his boxers and grip his hard dick.

  “Baby, what are you doing?”

  “Showing you how much I care for you. How much I respect your honesty, and how turned on I am,” I say pumping him in my hand.

  “Honesty turns you on?” he smirks. “You’re such a nerd, baby.”

  He pushes his jeans down just enough to allow his beautiful penis to be free and I climb off his lap and back into the passenger seat. Before he can even say anything else, I lean down and lick a path from his balls to the head of his dick.

  He bucks forward slightly, and I take him in my mouth. I move my head up and down, taking as much of him as I can, loving the feel of him in my mouth.

  “Fuck, Kendra,” he hisses when I scrape my teeth on the back of his dick.

  He fists his hands in my hair and rotates his hips. It’s only spurring me on, and I want to make him come hard. The faster I suck his cock, the faster he moves his hips. He lets out a string of curses, and I smile around his cock, proud of my abilities. Reaching my hand down, I fondle his balls.

  “Holy fuck. I’m not going to last, baby. Fuck,” he growls.

  I pick up my pace and within seconds I feel his balls tighten in my hands.

  He lets out a loud moan and says, “Shit, Kendra, I’m going to come, take it all, baby. Fuck, take it all.”

  And that’s just what I do when he finds his release. I swallow every drop he has to give and when I know he’s done; I sit up licking my lips.

  “That was hot,” I say, looking into his sated eyes. “You liked it didn’t you.” I grin.

  “Kendra?”

  “What?”

  “I love you,” he says, looking directly into my eyes and what I feel like is my soul.

  I know it’s happened quickly; I know it makes no sense at all, but I’m starting to understand why I’ve been led back home. It was for this moment right here. To find Wyatt. To love Wyatt.

  I know that he means what he just said to me. I can feel it in my bones. He loves me, and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world because I feel exactly the same way.

  I climb onto his lap and kiss him. “I love you too, Wyatt .”

  We hold on to each other, blissfully happy. That is until someone bangs on the window, scaring the shit out of me and causing me to scream.

  “What the fuck,” Wyatt yells while rolling down his window. “Todd, what the fuck?”

  “You’ve been sitting here for a while. I figured I better check on you. I can see I’ve interrupted, I’ll just leave you to it,” he says chuckling.

  “Todd, get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Finish up in there and come get a drink.” He turns around and heads back to the bar.

  “I’m so sorry he interrupted our moment. We can leave now,” he says, gripping the side of my face for another kiss.

  “Not a chance in Hell.” I give him a quick peck. “You just told me you love me, so we need to celebrate.”

  He chuckles and shakes his head while fixing his jeans. “Anything you want, baby.” He leans over and kisses my lips and pulls back to look into my eyes. “Anything,” he whispers, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin.

  We enter the bar holding hands, and just like Wyatt feared all eyes are on us. I nudge him and nod my head toward the bar. I’ll have a glass of wine, but that’s it. No way am I getting trashed again.

  He places our order with Gail and she looks at us with wide eyes but doesn’t say a word. Within seconds Wyatt’s friends are surrounding us.

  “Well, who is this beauty?” One of his friends asks running his eyes over my body.

  I lift my eyebrows and say, “I’m Kendra.”

  “You look so familiar.” One of his other friend's comments. “Is this your first time visiting the resort?”

  “No, my parents own the ranch.”

  There’s dead silence around us. Every single one of Wyatt’s friends is staring at me like I have two heads.

  “You’re Malik’s sister?”

  “Yes, do you know my brother?” I ask feigning ignorance.

  They all stare at Wyatt for a moment and then focus back on me.

  “Absolutely. Malik is one of our closest friends. He’s mentione
d you many times. The high-powered lawyer in Manhattan he’s so proud of. I can’t believe that none of us recognized you.”

  “I’ve changed a lot over the years,” I admit.

  “Yeah, the hell you have. You are way prettier than Malik.” Everyone but Wyatt chuckles. I thank him, but he just continues. “When are you going to be done with Wyatt so you can come hang out with a real man?”

  “Joe, that’s it.” Wyatt steps forward. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will beat your ass right in the middle of this bar.”

  I guess Joe is afraid of Wyatt because he backs away with his hands up and goes looking for someone else to cause trouble with.

  Another one of his friends, Todd, asks respectfully for him to talk for a moment, but Wyatt doesn’t let go of my hand.

  “You can say what you need to in front of Kendra.”

  He pauses for a moment as he appears to gather his thoughts then speaks. “Did you know this entire time that she was Malik’s sister?”

  “Yeah.”

  He scratches his head in confusion.

  “So what are you doing, Bro’?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Obviously this is more than a one-night thing for you, but did you tell him?”

  “He’s away.”

  “He’s hunting and fishing down south. He’s not in Antartica. They got cell phones there.”

  “I met his sister. That didn’t seem like it warranted an emergency phone call.”

  “You are, and excuse me, Kendra, but you are fucking his sister. That warrants a phone call in my book.”

  I shift uncomfortably next to Wyatt. I haven’t given my brother a second thought during this whole thing, but maybe I should have. This is more his town than mine. He lives and works with these people. Did I just break some sort of code by falling for his best friend? Will this mean trouble for Wyatt?

  “Appreciate the concern, brother, but we will handle it. Let’s just have a good time tonight.”

  Wyatt squeezes my hand to let me know he’s got me. I squeeze his back.

  “As long as you’ve got it handled, I’ll mind my business. Nice to meet you again, Kendra.”