Slightly shaking her head, she felt the slight pain from earlier. It wasn’t anything major and didn’t cause her much discomfort, so her head injury theory was off the table. She might have a goose egg or bump from the impact, but that was about it. She was going to feel the area, but then she decided to do something a little more drastic, she pinched her Thor.
Wyatt was about to strip her bare if she didn’t answer him soon. There wasn’t any visible sign of injury or the blood he scented, but he knew it was there. With her basically incommunicado, except for the little hand gestures and shaking her head a couple of times, Wyatt was really starting to get worried. Before he could follow through on his plan, Peyton pinched his arm, hard.
“Shit,” he growled, rubbing the ache away, “what the fuck was that for?”
“You felt that?” Peyton questioned, seemingly shocked.
Hearing Peyton’s voice for the first time momentarily stunned Wyatt. It was soft, maybe a little unsure, but smoky and a lot sultry. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but this was definitely a happy surprise. The tone caused a tingle to run down his spine and settle deep in his balls, causing his already abused sack to tighten. Groaning, he looked down at the cause of all his torture. His constant discomfort was wearing on his nerves.
“Of course, I felt that. Why in the hell would you pinch me?”
“Thor, listen, I don’t know what’s going on, but you can’t be here. I mean, you passed the test, but I really can’t be awake. You’re not really here, and I’m sleeping in front of my computer or something. None of this is real,” Peyton tried to convince herself.
“Thor?”
“Yeah, Thor, I made you up, you’re not real. You’re my dream Thor. You don’t exist unless I choose and right about now, I think it would be better if you maybe went back to rocking my world in a good way instead of rocking it to the core in a bad way if you know what I mean. I saw what you did out there, or I made it up. Hell, I don’t even know.”
Peyton tried to sit up, but the sudden move made her dizzy. Rubbing her head, she tried again and only halfway accomplished her goal. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked the man right in the eye, and said, “You give me orgasms, not aneurysms. This isn’t right.”
“Well, honey, I’m glad I’m your dream man, and I can promise you I’ll totally dish out multiple orgasms. All you have to do is ask,” and then he winked again.
Peyton wanted to play, but she was still so confused. She didn’t know this man. He could be working with her mother. More importantly, he bypassed her security system, possibly hacked into her system, and planted the weird shifting thing. What she really needed to do was get her head out of her ass and figure out what the hell was going on, not continue talking to him about anything or everything that happened in her dreams. That crap was private.
“Sorry, honey, but my name is most definitely not Thor.” The man held out his hand, “Hi, Wyatt Green, you know me as WyWH. I know you as PEYPLAY. I work with your brother, Bas. He was worried about you. He thought you were in trouble, so he asked me to find you.”
Peyton actually swooned. Holy shit, this was her dream Thor or Wyatt? Whatever, he was even better than she could have ever thought possible. If a person could swoon while sprawled out on the floor, then she just had...
Peyton wanted to say something like, hi, pleased to meet you, or anything better than what she came up with, but she was still in a state of shock. Her, “Okay” was pretty anticlimactic, and she was disappointed in herself, but hell, this was all a little too much for one person to handle.
“Listen, honey, I smell blood, and I really need to know where you’re hurt.”
Peyton rubbed the back of her injured head at his statement. Pulling her hand away, she noticed the blood. Damn, maybe she’d hit it harder than she initially thought.
Wyatt saw the blood on Peyton’s little hand when she pulled it away from her head. Well, at least that answered one question.
“Okay, honey, when I was checking things out, I noticed a first aid kit in your kitchen. I’m going to go grab it, and when I get back, I’ll fix you up good as new. Sound like a good plan to you?”
“Ah, yeah, sure,” Peyton said, again chastising her lack of anything resembling an intelligent answer to this man.
Shit, not just a man, but Wyatt, the one man she couldn’t get out of her head. The man that she fantasized about, created whole scenarios in her mind about. And when finally given a chance to talk with him in person, she was reduced to a geeky teen when confronted with the captain of the football team. Damn.
Watching him walk away was a treat, Peyton was glad she had the opportunity. Wyatt Green was one delicious man. He had strong, wide shoulders and a torso that tapered into the perfect V at his waist. The extremely tight, light blue t-shirt he was wearing perfectly accentuated his back muscles and made Peyton’s mouth water. But her little personal show didn’t end there. His thickly muscled legs were encased in tight, dark washed jeans, that cupped him in all the right places. And damn, his butt was a work of art. Plump without being large and so firm that when he walked, each side shifted with the movement of his feet, drawing a person’s eye. Those globes would be perfect for a little bite or to dig her fingernails into while he was deep inside of her. Even a little slap wouldn’t be amiss for those perfect, yummy buns. Wyatt didn’t seem like the type of man who would appreciate a slap, but she was willing to risk the possible punishment to find out. Absolutely Delicious!
Peyton couldn’t help but wonder how he would feel if she climbed him like a tree and hung on for dear life. She wanted to taste his caramel colored skin and see for herself if it tasted as good as it looked. She wanted to read his body as if she was blind, by touch maybe with a little tongue action mixed in. She wasn’t really sure, but she knew she wanted to discover every single inch of him.
Licking the small bit of drool which escaped her mouth, Peyton remembered what was actually going on here. The man claimed to be Wyatt Green, but she didn’t have any proof what he was saying was the truth. In reality, the man could be anyone. Bas often talked about his teammates, but he was a dude. He never once told her what any of them looked like. Why was she being so trusting of a man’s words? Hadn’t she learned anything from her life?
“Damn, I have got to be losing my ever lovin’ mind,” she said aloud.
Peyton needed to focus and figure out what the hell was going on. Then she needed to get rid of mister tall, not so dark, and incredibly handsome, so she could finish her mission. Once she had the information she was seeking, Peyton would go to Bastian and tell him all she had learned. She couldn’t be distracted by a beautiful face and a body which would rival any Greek god she’d ever seen. Hell no. Wyatt Green, dream Thor, or whoever the hell he was, needed to go.
When he came back to take care of her, he noticed her tight t-shirt, and he had to laugh. Life would be easier if you could mark people as spam. Sitting back down on the floor, Wyatt got to work examining Peyton’s injury. The cut was small, but the goose egg which accompanied it was large enough, he feared she could have a concussion. He should really take her to a hospital and get her checked out properly. Right now, he was going to clean her wound, give her an ice pack, and have her take a couple of ibuprofen. Then they were going to talk, preferably on the nice soft couch in the common room.
He, as well as the rest of the NAC team members, had some medical training. It was enough to patch someone up if need be, but he was no neurologist. He decided it was best to let Peyton make that call. He knew she was up to something, coming here and hiding out, he just didn’t know who she was hiding from. He would get those answers sooner rather than later.
Wyatt, or whoever he was, was so close to her ear, she could feel his breath tickling her ear lobe. Turning her head a little, Peyton was able to get a good whiff of his manly scent. Damn, he smelled divine—woodsy, masculine, and clean. It was a deadly combination for her senses. His mere presence did things to her body she had n
o hope of recovering from. Adding his touch and smell to the mix, Peyton was about to go nuclear. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples tight. The lace bra she was wearing only added to her discomfort, abrading her turgid peaks every time she made the slightest movement. Her panties felt wet and her clit had a pulse of its own. She was so distracted by her body’s needs that when he said, “Nope, not losing it, honey,” Peyton dropped her head back down to the floor with a smack. Shit, she really needed to start thinking before acting. That fucking hurt.
“Damn, honey, you really need to stop doing that. I don’t think your head can take much more damage. That little stunt cost you another goose egg.”
Wyatt was trying to lighten up their situation, but he was feeling anything but. Since walking back into the room, he could smell Peyton’s sweet arousal, and it was driving him crazy. He was happy she was having this reaction to him, but once she came to her senses, he knew he would be paying the price for his actions. He knew that time was coming soon.
Wyatt decided he needed to focus on the task at hand and continued cleaning up her injury.
“I heard women liked things in pairs. I just didn’t realize a person would go this far to achieve such a goal. At least this time, you didn’t cut yourself in the process,” he jokingly chastised.
The events of the day were catching up with her, and Peyton needed to get some answers and quickly. And with the only way she could seem to communicate with the man, she started sputtering, “You, oh my God, you turned into… No, you were a bear, and then you turned… No fucking way.”
When Wyatt, or whoever he was, didn’t say anything, she catapulted herself up into a sitting position and quickly regretted the impromptu move. Dizzy, she wobbled for a second. After taking a couple of deep breaths and using the huge man as a pivot point, she was finally able to stand on her own two feet. Momentarily distracted by the low moan coming from Wyatt, Peyton was surprised to see the man on the ground holding his package.
“What the hell? Oh crap, damn it,” she gasped.
Peyton went to kneel next to the downed man. When she tried to lay her hand on him, he flinched away. Shit, she hadn’t meant to hurt him, she just needed to get up. Keeping her hands to herself, she tried to get him to look at her. The poor guy's face was a red as a fire truck and the veins in his neck and his forehead were bulging. Shit, had she really hit him that hard? Peyton didn’t even remember it happening.
“Wyatt, are you okay?” When he didn’t answer, Peyton was even more concerned. The bright red covering his face and heavy panting made her feel even guiltier. She needed to make this better somehow.
“Wyatt, please answer me. Are you okay? I didn’t mean it, it was an accident.”
Wyatt grunted a few times and then took a couple of deep breaths. Apparently, that was all she was going to receive right now complete with an angry scowl. She deserved the look but damn it, she was trying to make up for it.
“Woman, I don’t know what your issues are, but you really need to think before you act,” he said behind gritted teeth. “Shit, remind me next time I decide to take care of you the consequences might not be fucking worth it.”
Peyton felt sorry, but she also was having a hard time not laughing. She didn’t think this situation could get much crazier. When he stretched out from the fetal position, Peyton remembered the ice pack. That should help, right?
Dropping the pack into his lap, she was surprised when he bolted up and started pacing. Shit, maybe throwing what had to be a pound of ice on his junk wasn’t the best plan she’d ever come up with. Damn it, nothing about today was making any sense.
“God, Wyatt, I’m so sorry. Shit, please, let me help,” Peyton said, grabbing his arm to stop his pacing.
“Sorry, honey, but no fucking way. As much as I would love for you to kiss it all better, I’m no masochist. You’ve caused more damage to my balls in the last five minutes than I managed to do in the past thirty fucking years. How about you stand over there,” Wyatt pointed to the far corner of the room, “and I’ll try to walk off the damage?”
Yeah, that wasn’t going to work for Peyton. She felt bad about what happened, but not bad enough to deter her from getting some answers. Going to her computer, rewinding the security footage, Peyton looked him straight in the eyes and pointed to the now running feed.
“Explain.”
Wyatt sighed. This whole situation was really starting to get to him—the frustrations from earlier to the thrill of the hunt and then catching her, only to release her because of the damage he caused—it was all too fucking much. Already short on patience, Wyatt finally snapped with the blow to his family jewels.
“Looks pretty damn self-explanatory to me,” he answered Peyton’s demand sarcastically. “What is it you need clarification on? Really, Peyton, I had such high hopes for you?”
When her eyes flared, then narrowed quickly, along with her short quick intake of breath, Wyatt knew he’d gone a little too far. But god dammit, he was in pain and even more than a little curious to see what she would do next.
Peyton slammed her hand down on the keyboard, stopping the video feed. He was in her safe house, a place she hadn’t asked him to come, and just because she was the tiniest bit clumsy, he had his panties all in a twist. No way, she deserved some answers, and Wyatt was damn well going to give them to her.
“Okay, Wyatt, if that’s a little too much for you, how about we go for the next best thing?” Peyton knew she was being a tad bit dramatic, but she couldn’t help herself. She was uncomfortable with the way this man made her feel.
Picking up her phone and turning it on, she was instantly embarrassed. Her phone started beeping like crazy with missed calls and text messages. Wyatt stared at her, raising one eyebrow high. Shit, Bastian had been trying to get a hold of her. She knew he would call, but she had no idea he would be this worried. It had only been two weeks since they last spoke. What the hell was going on? Finding Bastian’s number, she pressed the button on the screen to call her brother.
“Shit, Peyton, where the hell are you?”
She didn’t like the distress and worry she heard in her brother’s voice, but right now she only needed one answer.
“Hello to you too, Bastian.” When he started to talk again, Peyton interrupted him. “Listen, I get it, you’re pissed. I’m not exactly all bright and cheery at the moment either. Did you send your team mate to track me down?” When he started to go off on another tangent, Peyton stopped him again. “Bastian, it’s a yes or no answer.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, now tell me exactly who this person is and what they look like.”
“Damn it, Peyton, you need to listen to me. I haven’t been able to find you for the last two weeks. I told you I wanted you to come here, and you blew me off. Now, you’re the one who’s pissed? That’s fucking rich. There’s more going on than you know. You need to get to me as fast as you can. You’re not safe, Peyton.”
Looking at Wyatt, she hated the almost cocky pose he’d taken. He enjoyed that Bastian was giving her a hard time. She had the urge to stick her tongue out at him and hang up on her brother, so she could throw a proper temper tantrum, but she’d still be in the same place as before the phone call. She adapted an almost bored tone she knew would piss Bastian off.
“Thanks for your concern, but if you were really concerned, you would have come yourself instead of sending someone I don’t know and can’t identify. Now please answer the question, what does Wyatt Green look like?”
“Peyton, please listen to me. You’re in danger. I was out of the state, and Wyatt was closer to you. I couldn’t get to you fast enough. Shit, listen. There are things going on you don’t know about, please, trust me.”
“Thanks for the warning, and I’m quite aware there are a lot of things I don’t know about, but right now my primary concern is the man standing in the room with me claiming to be Wyatt Green. Once I get that sorted out, I’ll deal with the rest of the things I don’t know about.”
“Shit, fine,” Bastian said impatiently. “Let me talk to him or put him on speaker phone. He’s about six and a half feet tall, large build, kind of long dark blond hair, and he’s more than likely in need of a shower. He’s also likely wearing some sort of cartoon t-shirt and his eyes are blue.”
Her brother’s description didn’t give Wyatt the justice he deserved, but it was pretty accurate. His light blue t-shirt, which she’d been admiring from the back not very long ago, did indeed sport Marvin the Martian. She kind of wanted to steal it. Peyton put the phone on speaker, she wasn’t about to hand over her phone. These guys weren’t going to keep her in the dark any longer.
“Okay, Bastian, talk to your boy.”
“Wyatt?”
“Yeah, man.”
“Shit, thank God. Get her out of wherever the fuck you are and back to base. Things are exploding around here.”
“Working on it, man. Anything I need to know right now?”
“No, just get packed up and move out.”
“I’ll do my best, but it might take a while. Peyton and I need to have a little sit down first.”
“What…” Bas said, confused.
“Sorry, brother dear, but Wyatt and I are going to have a little talk. One of us will call you back,” she said, ending the phone call. Peyton had never hung up on her brother in her life, but there was a first time for everything. Squaring her shoulders, she leaned towards Wyatt.
“Press the play button on the computer. I want some answers. Now I know who you are, how about you explain this, Wyatt?”
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