Wyatt: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 1)

by Coco Miller

  How did I get here? It all started with my brother. When Malik came into my cabin the morning I left, asking about Wyatt, things started to spiral out of control.

  “Malik, you and daddy are home? Mom said you guys would be gone for six weeks.”

  “I thought I needed to come home early.”

  “Why?”

  “Were you with Wyatt last night?”

  “Yes…but what’s wrong? Wyatt said that you gave us your blessing.”

  “I did, baby girl, but I had a chance to think about it and while Wyatt is a good man, I don’t think he’s the man for you.”

  “Why?!”

  “What are you going to do, Kendra? Move here and practice law in the village? Or is he going to landscape and work on cabins in Manhattan? You see where I’m going with this? The two of you can never work out in real life because one of you will have to sacrifice too much.”

  “No one is sacrificing anything, we’re just living in the moment right now.”

  “That’s nice, but living in the moment can get people hurt. Two people I love. It won’t work, baby girl. Leave him alone. It’s not worth the damage it could cause to all three of us.”

  But I wasn’t giving up. I made my brother some chocolate chip pancakes and then we debated for a little longer that morning. I told him I’d fallen in love, but then he told me flat out that Wyatt was not capable of returning my feelings. That Wyatt was fooling himself. And that if I wanted to protect myself, my heart, I’d leave.

  I still didn’t believe him.

  We fought long that morning. Damn did we fight. And when it comes to me, I discovered that my brother fights dirty.

  The more stories I heard about the old Wyatt, the more I started to wonder if our relationship was just something I wanted so badly, that I didn’t see the truth. That perhaps I had convinced myself of this amazing relationship that wasn’t real.

  That’s when fear set in, reality came crashing down, and when I got the call later that morning for this law case...I ran.

  “Kendra, it’s going to be another all-nighter, so you better order some food for yourself,” my boss says to me as he gets ready to leave for the night.

  “Okay,” I say as he closes my door. Another all-nighter by myself.

  After eating Chinese takeout and working several hours, I drop my pen and rub my eyes. Exhaustion is setting in, yet I have so much more to do. I type on the computer and as the words blur together, I shake my head. I need to get a little sleep. Thankfully, I have a small couch in my office and I climb onto it letting sleep pull me under.

  I see empty, hollowed, eyes. Those haunting eyes, so sad and hurt. I’m standing in my cabin back at Day’s Ranch, and I feel those eyes on me no matter where I go. To avoid them, I decide to go sit outside, hiding from their hard gaze.

  I smile when I breathe in the air. It smells crisp and fresh, like wildflowers and the woods. It’s intoxicating, making me happy I came back. Looking over to the right I see muddy footprints, and I cock my head because I don’t remember seeing them when I walked out here. My curiosity gets the best of me and I get up to see where they lead.

  I follow them all the way to the lake and they seem to just disappear, but out of the corner of my eye, I see more. The day has suddenly turned to night and a cool breeze has me rubbing my hands on my arms, but I still need to find out where these footprints are leading.

  I blink my eyes and I’m inside a grotto. It looks so familiar, yet I can’t place it. Have I been here before or maybe just dreamt about it? The moonlight shining in is beautiful and lets me see just how stunning it is in here.

  When I hear footsteps, I know it is whoever I am looking for. Part of me is excited, but part of me is nervous. I sit down on a log and wait as the footsteps grow nearer. I hear leaves moving and bite my lip waiting to see who exactly it was that has lured me here to this little piece of paradise.

  “You’re the only person I’ve ever brought here. It took years to make and I’m so glad you like it,” I hear a familiar voice say and jump up.

  “Wow. I’m the only girl you’ve ever brought here?” a high pitched, squeaky voice says.

  “Yes, you are. Now let’s have sex because you are beautiful and I love you,” he says, and I suddenly can see the two people.

  One of them is Wyatt and the other, I have no idea who she is, but she is loving the attention he is paying her. He’s lying to her because I’m the only one he’s brought here. I remember now. This is Wyatt’s grotto, and this is where we had our first unofficial date.

  Just as I smile thinking of the memories he kisses her, and I start to cry. “Wyatt, no! Wyatt, stop, please! I’m here, Wyatt, I’m here,” I scream trying to get his attention, but it’s no use. He doesn’t hear me, doesn’t see me, yet I hear and see it all.

  How could he do this, just forget me so quickly and bring someone else here? I’m sobbing trying to get him to notice me, and when I realize he never will…

  I wake up screaming.

  Holy shit, it was just a dream. I hold my hand over my pounding heart and take a second to gather my thoughts. That’s when I realize I’m actually crying, heavy tears running down my face. “It was only a dream, yet it felt so real,” I whisper to myself as I stand up to get a sip of water.

  After calming myself down, I shake the thoughts of my dream and get back to work. The only sound I hear is the clicking of my keyboard. I look over toward the clock and say, “The damn clock.”

  Wyatt was right. I just ran back to the same boring life I had. The same life I’ve always had. Why the fuck did I do that? Malik had no right to interfere, but ultimately it was me who decided to leave. Ultimately, it was me who ran like a frightened animal.

  I was so happy there, so in love. What have I done?

  I jump up and grab my things before writing a quick note to my boss. Good thing I got a few hours of sleep, because I intend to drive until I reach…home.

  Chapter Nineteen

  KENDRA

  It takes close to three hours of straight driving, but I finally pull up to my cabin. I called my mom on the way there and she told me it was still unoccupied and that I could stay there if I wanted. She’d leave the key under the creepy gargoyle figurine guarding it.

  The second I see my place my heart beats faster. I hate that the last memory I have of it is the sadness on Wyatt’s face. I shake my head and grab my suitcase before going inside. I take a deep breath and smile. “I’m home.”

  After sleeping until dusk, I get up and take a shower making sure to do my hair and makeup to perfection. My nerves are getting the best of me, but I need to find Wyatt. I have a lot to apologize for, and I can only hope that he will take me back.

  I step outside into the cool air and wrap my arms around myself. Without even thinking, I head straight for the grotto. I don’t know why, maybe it was my dream or maybe it was that this is where I starting to fall for him.

  Either way, my feet carry me and before I know it I’m ducking under the branches. As soon as I step in the air in my lungs is sucked out. It’s empty, yet I feel Wyatt all around me. I walk over to a log and sit down.

  Looking around makes my heart hurt. I’ve really fucked up. I never should have left, I should have followed my heart. He will never forgive me. I did the one thing he’s always feared. I left him.

  I sit for a while and when I realize this isn’t getting me anywhere; I stand up. Just as I walk toward the only way out, I hear leaves rustling in the wind and my pulse picks up. What if Wyatt is actually bringing a woman in here. As much as it hurts to think that, how could I blame him? I did exactly what he feared, I left him, and it’s been a month of zero contact.

  I stand frozen in place and the second Wyatt steps into view my knees go weak. In that moment, seeing him after a month, I know that he is my world.

  “Kendra? What the hell are you doing here,” he asks with a bite in his tone that I expect.

  “Looking for you,” I say, hoping he will hear me ou
t.

  He crosses his arms over his chest and keeps his distance from me. Even if he doesn’t accept my apology, I still need to do it. He deserves that at the very least.

  “Remember when we first met, and you were so pissed because I didn’t believe you when you said nothing happened with us?” He gives a slight nod of his head and I’m grateful to have his attention, it spurs me on.

  “Remember how you went out of your way to make sure I knew what happened, that I knew what an amazing guy you really are?” I move a bit closer to him and he doesn’t budge an inch. “That’s what I’m doing now. I need you to know how sorry I am.

  I was selfish and hurtful. You were right; I ran back to New York to continue with my boring life the second I got scared. The thing is, I finally realized the reason my life is boring, unfulfilled, and lonely in New York is because that isn’t where I belong. I belong here, with you.”

  I move to stand right in front of him and I want to reach out and touch him, but he still has a hard look on his face. “It took you leaving to realize that? I fucking knew that long before you left,” he says looking through me.

  “I fucked up,” I whisper. “I made a mistake. Can you forgive me?”

  “You left, Kendra, just like I knew you would. I don’t know why you want to come back just to leave again,” he says with more hurt in his voice this time.

  “I left here; but I didn’t leave you, not completely.” I take a chance and rest my hand on his arm, and I feel the muscle flex beneath the skin. “I left my heart with you.”

  “You didn’t even call me.”

  “You didn’t call me.”

  “I wasn’t the one who walked out.”

  “But I missed you just the same if not more.”

  He searches my eyes looking for the truth and I let him because I have nothing to hide. With my pulse racing and my heart in his hands, I take a leap. A leap to my happiness, my future, my forever.

  “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can’t say it enough, but I’d like to make it up to you for the rest of our lives.”

  I can’t help the tears that run down my cheeks, but I continue, “I love you, Wyatt, and I want to come back. Can you give me another chance? A chance to prove it to you, like you proved it to me?”

  I don’t know what else to say, yet I feel I need to say so much more.

  In an instant he pulls me into his arms and my tears are unstoppable. He holds me so tight to him that it’s hard to breathe, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Kendra, this last month has been as hard if not harder than losing my parents. I don’t know if I can trust you completely or even if I forgive you, but fuck I need you,” he says, and I hear the emotion in his voice. “I missed you.”

  He releases his hold on me slightly and presses his lips to mine. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know for sure it includes Wyatt, because I didn’t know what living was, until him.

  “I’ll earn your forgiveness, baby.” I tell him. “Even it takes a lifetime.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  WYATT

  The last six months have been the best of my life. Kendra moved home to Day’s Ranch and even though it took time to fix all the wounds, we worked through it all. It wasn’t easy, and it took a great deal of trust and honesty, but damn it’s been worth it.

  She’s even helped me overcome some of the trauma I faced from my time in the war. She has been there with me through it all. I love her more than I ever thought I was capable of. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. I am a lucky son of a bitch. After all the women I’ve casually slept with, I’ve found my happily ever after. Not every man can say that shit.

  After we worked through everything and I mean everything, Malik proved to be our most difficult obstacle. I should have known our conversation went to easily. Malik needs to process shit. He can’t be put on the spot, which is what I did when I called him while he was on his hunting trip.

  I think though when he saw me after Kendra left; he started to realize that feelings were real. When she came back, we talked with her parents and Malik, making sure they knew I was in this as much, if not more, than she was. I needed to make sure they all understood that I would never stifle Kendra’s ambition or her dreams. I just want her to make new ones here with me. And she is.

  When she told me she quit her job in New York, it was the beginning of her getting my trust back. I knew she was in this one hundred percent. She talked to her mom, who helped Kendra get a job with Jason Dickson; the lawyer who runs a small law firm in town. She didn’t want to give up law and now that she is working with Jason, she doesn’t need to. Once he retires, he’s handing her the practice on a silver platter.

  Then we decided to move in together. Malik got sick of watching us creeping out of each other’s cabin’s every morning and I agreed. Neither of us wanted to live off the property or eliminate cabin living, this place holds too many memories, so we ended up buying a larger cabin near the grotto that I have been restoring for the last year. It is beautiful, huge, and the perfect home to share with the woman I love.

  “Wyatt?” I turn to the sound of Kendra’s sweet voice. “Are you sure we got enough food? I mean there’s a lot of people coming today.”

  I chuckle and pull her into my arms. “Baby, relax. They are coming to celebrate our engagement. They should be bringing us food.” She smacks my chest and I laugh. “We have plenty of food, plenty of drinks, and plenty of time.”

  She pulls back a bit and searches my face. “Plenty of time?”

  I lean down, nipping her ear and whisper, “For me to worship your body.”

  She shivers and emits a soft moan. I check my watch and pull her into our bedroom for a quickie before our guests arrive today. I need to touch her. I always want to touch this woman.

  She lies on the bed, her russet skin highlighted by the sun streaming through the windows. She’s so fucking perfect it’s insane to me how I could have ever been so lucky.

  My fingers brush along the base of her scalp, into the tresses of her thick hair. It never surprises me how she always turns me on with just a whisper of my name on her lips.

  “Wyatt,” she breathes.

  My dick grows incredibly hard, harder than the last time I was inside her, straining against the zipper of my jeans. And she knows with a smile as she pulls me out. I climb out of my shorts and boxers and lift the hem of her dress.

  “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

  She knows I do. She always knows how badly I want her.

  “I want you too but the time–”

  Fuck the time. I move her to the bed, and run my fingers up her long legs, discarding her dress on the way up. She’s even more stunning in her black panties and bra.

  She knows I’m going to fuck her. There’s no discussing it. The guests are just going to have to wait.

  I lie her down on the bed and get ready to take her. To claim her. To let her know who’s in charge. To let her know how much I love her.

  I remove her panties with my teeth and suck along her skin as soon as they’re out of the way. She moans long and hard for me, her fingers digging into my scalp. But it doesn’t last, because there’s only one thing I want to do to this woman, get deep inside her and make her come all over me. I quickly flip her over on her stomach.

  “Hands and knees, Kendra.“

  She quickly obeys and once in position, I waste no time pushing at her entrance as she moans with sweet agony. I spread her knees a bit farther as I enter her in one punishing thrust. Fuck she feels so good.

  Better than last time. I swear she keeps getting better and better. Like a fine wine.

  I mutter something nonsensical as I stroke inside of her. It feels exquisite. Like a tight vise squeezing the life out of my dick.

  And this woman is all mine. She’s given every part of herself to me. And I cherish it all. Reveling in the fact this woman loves me back.

  Her sharp red nails claw at our poor goose down pillows for
life as I pump inside her, going deeper with each thrust.

  My hands are all over her now. I reach under and squeeze her nipples. I slap her ass a couple of times. Then I slide my palm into her lustrous locks and pull. Making sure to ride her pussy until she begs for release.

  She’s my own personal sanctuary and her moans increase as I keep fucking her. My girl likes it rough and lately has been wanting it harder and harder each time. So, I don’t hold back. I fuck her as hard as I can. And she loves it. She’s hungry for it.

  I’m starving as well and this is all I want to eat.

  I can’t even think about how soon our house will be filled with guests, my only thought is on making her come. On taking this woman to the point of no return. So I keep pumping inside her. Keep pushing and screwing her until I can barely hang on.

  “Better be quiet, baby. The guests are coming.”

  She moans so loudly I swear the whole neighborhood can hear her, and I kind of hope they do. Her fucking moans drive me crazy with a lust so deep it’s hard to contain. She moans louder, and I nip at her shoulder, the smooth skin beneath my teeth. I love tasting her. She tastes so good.

  “Don’t come yet,” I order with a feral grunt.

  I pump harder as one hand reaches down to play with the bundle of nerves between her legs. I push and pull and before I know it she’s screaming out her release like a good little girl.

  “Fuck!” she screams. “Wyatt, I’m coming.”

  I keep fucking her, wanting more than anything to get her off one more time before our guests arrive.

  And she knows I won’t stop until she is coming all over me again. Her pussy feels so good, so tight with her release helping my dick glide in faster and rougher.

  She twists her neck around, and her eyes crash into mine, making me forget about everything but being here with her. She’s my safe place.

  “I love you,” I tell her as I continue to move deep inside her.