Wyatt: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 1)

by Coco Miller

  “You too, Todd.”

  Gail hands us our drinks, and I take a sip looking around. It seems more alive tonight than it did last time I was here. Maybe it’s just the fact that the last time I was here I was miserable and this time I’m in love.

  In love?

  I don’t know how it happened so fast, but it did and I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Being with Wyatt is so much more than what I thought I was looking for, and I can’t think of a time I’ve been happier.

  Once everyone got used to the idea that I’m Malik’s little sister and that Wyatt and I are together, it ended up being a great night. We drank, danced, and laughed. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Wyatt finally relaxed, and the love I saw when he looked at me was present all night, making my heartbeat steady in my chest.

  When he asked if I was ready to leave, I nodded my head. I was so ready to go home and show him just how much I loved him because until Wyatt, I didn’t know what true love was.

  Chapter Fifteen

  WYATT

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, man.”

  “Wyatt? Hey, dude, what’s up? Everything good?”

  “Sick of hunting and fishing yet?”

  “Naw, man. You know I could do this for another month if dad wanted to.”

  “Cool, glad you’re having a good time.”

  “Bro’, I love you and shit, but why are we chatting it up like you’re my girl or something. My mom doesn’t even call us when we’re away. There’s a reason dad and I have a no cell phone rule on these trips and I’m breaking it for this?”

  I texted him our 911 code before I called, so he’d know to pick up.

  “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

  “Better be good.”

  “Your sister came to visit your mom.”

  “Kendra’s there? Damn! How long is she staying?”

  “Don’t know…thing is…she and I have been spending some time together.”

  There’s a long pause then Malik finally speaks again.

  “You taking care of her for me?”

  “More than that.”

  There’s another long pause.

  “You better not be fucking her, Wyatt.”

  “More. Than. That.”

  “What more could there fucking be?”

  “I’m in love with her.”

  “You’ve never loved a woman in your whole miserable life!”

  “Exactly…that’s why you should know that I’m serious if I’m telling you that I am in love with her.”

  He sighs heavily. “She’s my sister, man.”

  “I know, and you are like family to me. I would never enter into this lightly. You have to know that.”

  “She loves you too?”

  “Why did you say that like it’s impossible?” I chuckle.

  “I mean you’re cute and shit, but Kendra’s always been devoted to her work. I can’t imagine that she’s stopped being a lawyer long enough to even notice your ass.”

  “Well, things change.”

  “I guess they do.”

  “So I have your blessing?”

  “You’re always doing shit ass-backward, dude. You should have asked me for my blessing long before you touched her, but now that you have, yes. You have it. Just don’t hurt her or then you’re going to have a problem. A Collins family problem.”

  “Understood.”

  “Oh and Wyatt–”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll see ya’ll when I get home. Make sure my sister is as happy as you seem to be.”

  “Cool. See you then.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  WYATT

  The weeks after I told Kendra I loved her, have been life-altering. I didn’t think there would be a time in my life that a woman would make me whole, and until Kendra, there wasn’t. Now I can’t picture my life without her in it. I am a changed man, and it was totally because of her.

  Today we are having all of my friends over for dinner and she is so excited. I told her they are a bunch of assholes and normally they are, but with her they are different. Part of the reason is that they all know now that she’s Malik’s sister, but I think it’s mostly because she has us all under some spell.

  My girl is magical.

  We get the steaks for dinner marinated and the pasta salad made before we sit down for a minute. It’s nice to just relax on the couch, her legs resting across mine while I run my hand up and down them. The TV is on, but neither of us is paying attention. She is looking out the window and I am looking at her.

  “Wyatt, how long ago did your dad pass away,” she whispers turning her head to look at me.

  “Almost three years ago. It was hard letting him go, but the cancer had taken over. As hard as it was for me, I know it was worse for him.”

  I hate talking about losing my dad. He was the only person I ever trusted, my only true friend besides Malik, but I feel like I have something like that with Kendra now. I know I can tell her anything without judgment.

  “I’m so sorry. I remember him being a good and kind man. I wish Malik would have told me,” she says, leaning over to kiss my arm.

  “Me too, baby,” I say and lean over, causing her to lie on her back as I climb onto of her. “He would have loved to see you again. I hope he knows that we’ve gotten together.”

  “He does.” She reaches up running her hand down my face and smiles. “I love you.”

  I press my lips to hers then push my tongue into her mouth and we both moan from the contact. She wraps one leg around my hip, and I push my hips forward, letting her feel how much I want her. I reach my hand under her shirt and massage her tits, all the while never breaking our kiss.

  “Damn, this is hot,” I hear and pull away from Kendra, looking over my shoulder. There stands Todd, Joe, and Dave. “Don’t stop on our account. I just didn’t realize it was dinner and a show,” Joe says.

  I remove my hand from her tits as she unhooks her leg from me. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “To be continued.” As I stand up, she sits up adjusting her shirt, and I shoot daggers at the three of them.

  As pissed as I was when they interrupted us, now that we are sitting down to dinner and laughing at stories, I’m glad Kendra suggested this dinner. I can’t remember a time that I hung out with the three of them that didn’t include work, alcohol, or some random hook up. It’s also great to see them accepting my new relationship with Kendra. It’s not that I needed their approval, Malik’s is all I cared about, but it makes me happy that I have it.

  “So this one time, Wyatt thinks he’s going to show us how to pick up older chicks. He walks up to the sexiest woman in the bar and says some corny ass line and she throws her drink in his face,” Todd says and they all laugh.

  “At least I had the balls to talk to her. You guys were hiding behind a fucking door peeking through the crack.” Kendra laughs even harder, and I wink at her.

  “These are great stories. I think it’s great you’ve all been friends for so long. I lost most of my friends when I went off to law school,” she says before taking a sip of her wine.

  “Why?” Todd asks finishing off his steak.

  “I don’t know. Probably because I spent more time studying than I did doing anything else.” She looks over, silently begging me to change the subject.

  “Hey guys, do you remember the time that Wayne got arrested because a visitor said he was trying to look into her cabin,” I ask, and they all laugh.

  Kendra mouths ‘thank you’ and I wink. Doesn’t she realize I would anything for her no matter how big or small?

  After the guys finally leave and we clean dinner up, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into my room then toss her on the bed.

  “Hey!” she says, laughing.

  I climb on top of her and tuck her hair behind her ears. “To be continued, remember?”

  I press my lips to hers and she melts into me. Just like before, she wraps her leg around me and I
massage her tits. This time I know no one is walking in. Laid out before me, she takes my breath away. I still can’t believe that this stunning, sexy, smart woman loves me as much as I love her. I’m a lucky fucker.

  She glances at my package, level with her eyes and reaches her hands up to lower my zipper. She runs her hand over the thickening bulge growing inside my jeans and her saucy eyes meet mine once more.

  “Wyatt,” she says on a moan.

  She rises to her feet, slowly, and seductively as fuck. Just the smell of her makes my dick rock hard. All cherries and lace.

  Our lips meet, and I make quick work with her shirt. It hits the floor. Her tits are better than I remember, and I should get an award with how much I picture them every night. She backs me up, pushing me down to sit on the couch. She moves between my legs.

  “What color are your panties,” I ask. My hand begins at the crook of her knee and travels up her smooth skin to the pleasure spot between her legs.

  “Red.”

  I growl.

  “And Lace,” she finishes.

  “Fuck, Kendra.” She knows I love the red and lace together on her. The combination pops against her beautiful skin.

  She unzips her shorts, letting them pool at her feet.

  I run my hand higher up her silky leg as she steps out of them.

  It’s all white heat and red lace. Her body is an art of perfection, and her velvety skin screams for me to suck on her all day long.

  Her fingers rummage through my hair as I reach both hands to cup her ass. I bring her to my lips, sucking the lace between my teeth.

  She tastes good.

  “Oh God,” she breathes.

  “Do you miss me? Does your pussy miss the way I make her feel?”

  She nods as I suck along her sweet mound, sliding the panel of her panties aside with my finger. I lift her leg, planting her foot on the couch beside me so I can get a better taste.

  She rocks her pussy against my face, digging her nails in my scalp and moaning all the while. My cock is hard and I want to lick her slit first.

  It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve dined on her sweet pussy. It’s probably been more like two or three days. I lean back against the couch, lining her hot spot up with my hungry mouth.

  I pull her panties to the side. I fuck her with my tongue as she grinds her clit against me. I slam a finger inside her as she loses control, rocking and fucking my face. I tug her ass closer, burying myself in her hot cunt. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I’ve missed her.

  Note to self: eat my girl out every day.

  Chapter Seventeen

  WYATT

  Kendra rides out the rest of her orgasm, screaming my name over and over. It’s sexy as hell, and it makes me want to claim her once again.

  “Wyatt!”

  I lift her from the couch, carrying her back to the one bedroom in the back. I toss her on the bed and lower my jeans to the floor. Her sexy legs spread and I get a full view of her panty-covered pussy.

  I climb the bed, mounting her as I run my hand down her neck. Her tits scream for me to touch them, cherish them.

  I pay homage to her breasts, tugging and squeezing each pebbled peak. Lowering my mouth, I suck a nipple into my mouth and gently clamp down my teeth. She pulls my hair and I just bite harder. Sometimes my girl likes it rough, so that’s how I give it to her.

  She eggs me on with her moans and I flip her over and smack her ass, hard. Fuck, this girl drives me insane.

  “Get that ass in the air.” I yank at her hips, gripping her with all the want in me. “You know how I like it.”

  “Yes, baby.”

  Kissing down her neck to her tits I nip both her nipples poking through her bra, causing her to yell out.

  “Yes!”

  “Fuck, Kendra, I’ll never get my fill of you.”

  She is so fucking sexy, I need to be inside of her. I rip off her panties and rub my hand down her pussy to see how wet she is. When her essence covers my fingers, I let out a groan. “So fucking wet.”

  My cock juts forth angrily as I remove my boxers and reach for the condom on my nightstand. She kisses my chest and lets her hands explore my body. Her soft touch makes it difficult to roll the condom on. “Your body is amazing, Wyatt. You are amazing.”

  I lay her back and kiss her lips. “No baby, you are.”

  She shakes her head and looks back at my chest. I lift her chin to look in my eyes and say, “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’d see how breathtaking you are.”

  She smiles and runs her hand down my cheek. “I’m so lucky,” she whispers.

  “Baby, I’m the one who’s lucky.”

  I kiss her and she runs her hands up and down my arm. I push my dick against her and she pushes back against me, letting me know she is just as ready as I am. I thrust into her causing her to scream out. I’m too turned on, too consumed with her. I need her to feel me everywhere, just like I feel her. Pumping myself in and out, fast and hard, I grunt every time she moans. It’s hard and rough, yet somehow I feel like we are connecting more. Like she just took control of my entire heart, and damn it I hope I have hers.

  She digs her nails into my arms and tosses her head back. “Oh God, Wyatt, I’m so close.”

  “Don’t come until I tell you to.“

  “Wyatt, please.“

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I growl out as I stroke deep inside of her.

  “Wyatt, I need to come.“

  I can feel her tighten on my cock.

  “Look at me, Kendra.”

  She does and I reach down to rub her clit.

  “Come for me, baby. Now.”

  Seconds later, she explodes around me in orgasmic bliss. I look into her eyes watching her spiral. The look of pleasure on her face is so powerful that I can’t hold back and my own orgasm rips through me. I keep my eyes focused on hers, hoping she too can see into my soul.

  After we both recover, I get rid of the condom and pull her into my arms. “I love you so much, Kendra,” I say, kissing her shoulder.

  “I love you too, Wyatt,” she replies, and I can hear the exhaustion in her voice.

  “Sleep baby. I’ll see you when I get off of work tomorrow.”

  She simply nods and I grin because even watching her fall asleep makes me happy.

  * * *

  Leaving Kendra in my bed, whether she’s naked or not, is hard as hell. So when I get home after work, I can’t wait to get to her place and pull her into my arms. I take a fast shower and throw on a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. I decide to take my truck and see if she wants to go grab something to eat. I pull up to her place and bounce up the stairs. I knock once and walk in.

  I expect to see her waiting for me, maybe having a drink or hell sitting here in my old t-shirt. What I don’t expect to see, what has my heart barely beating, is seeing her luggage in the living room. I spin around the cabin and notice that everything is packed up: the kitchen, the living room. I can even see out the back window that her patio table and chairs are put away.

  What the fuck?

  I’m so confused and starting to get nervous because maybe something is wrong.

  “Kendra,” I call out.

  She walks out of the bedroom, pulling a suitcase behind her. She locks eyes with me and stops in her tracks.

  “Wyatt,” she whispers.

  I try to step around all her crap to get to her and when I do, she gives me a tight smile. “What the hell is going on? Are you going somewhere?”

  “I got a call from my firm today and was offered this huge case,” she says, looking at me with a smile cracking her lips.

  “And you what? Weren’t going to discuss it with me?”

  “I have to work, Wyatt.”

  “Don’t be so fucking condescending. You know what I mean.”

  I’m so pissed right now. I’m doing everything I can to control my temper.

  “Baby, calm down.”

  I look at the bags of tied up tra
sh by the door, the keys in her hand, and grow even angrier.

  “So you just figured you’d pack up and hurry the hell out of here before I got off work? Were you even going to tell me you were leaving?”

  “I wasn’t just going to leave without saying goodbye.”

  “Looks like it.”

  “I wasn’t.”

  “But you’re leaving.”

  “Yes, but–”

  “So that’s it? You go back to New York and resume the boring fucking life you tried to escape?” I know it sounds nasty, but she’s the one who told me she wanted more. I was her fucking more.

  “That’s not fair. This case is huge, the firm expects me to step up, so I need to go. I’d regret it if I didn’t,” she says, pulling her suitcase to sit beside her. I shake my head and turn away from her.

  “Wyatt, wait.” I turn back around and she is smiling. “These last few weeks have been the best of my life and I do love you, but I need to do this. You can understand that right? This won’t be forever.”

  I give my best fake smile and shake my head. “You said enough. Your only regret would be missing out on a huge case, not missing out on this,” I say, pointing a finger between us.

  She doesn’t say anything so I turn toward the door. Pushing it open, I turn my head to look at her “This is why I don’t do relationships. I told you, everyone always leaves.”

  With that, I let the screen door slam behind me and make my way to the truck. I’ve only felt this pain two other times, when my mom left and when my dad passed away.

  Now I’ve lost Kendra, and I know that nothing will be the same again.

  Chapter Eighteen

  KENDRA

  In the month I’ve been back in New York all I’ve done is work on this case. It’s consumed me, and I think since my heart is bleeding, it’s for the best. I haven’t had time to think about how much I miss Wyatt.

  Now I only dream about his voice, his touch, the way he made me feel, made me laugh. The beautiful places we picnicked, swimming at the lake, and hiking around the resort.