Maybe not a big one, but he hadn’t taken her power.
Parker slid between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You look good. Does the rest matter?”
“You’re so very biased.”
“I’m so very right.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
The sound of a throat clearing drew her attention to an officer standing in the doorway. “Ms. Walters, I just need to get a statement from you, and a couple more pieces of information.”
“And then I can go?”
“With an escort, until we’re convinced that everything is cleared up.”
She rolled her eyes. But the escort was only temporary. “All right. Ask away.”
AS HE CHANGED INTO his street clothes, Wyatt listened to Fiona’s conversation with Gregory. Charles had gotten him the recording, and it was Wyatt’s third time through.
He would have liked an apology when they released him, but he wasn’t surprised to not get one. He’d comfort himself with the knowledge that this probably ruined Landry’s day, and would be happy Gregory’s arrest should bring a stop to the bombings.
Everything he’d brought on this trip was in evidence, besides what he was wearing. He was assured that, once the paperwork was filled out, he’d get the rest of his belongings back. He could take it or leave it. He’d be hopping a plane back home, anyway, as soon as he could get a reasonably priced ticket.
Charles’s fee had eaten into some of his savings, but not as much as it could have. Wyatt had a few months to find new work.
Hopefully, that would be enough time for people to forget his face and move on to the next big story.
He finished signing out of the police station, and walked toward the exit. He’d call an Uber to take him to a nearby hotel.
And he had no idea how he should reach out to Fiona. That kind of doubt was foreign to him.
He pushed outside and paused, letting the sun hit his face and the cool autumn air brush his skin.
“Hey, handsome. Need a ride?” Parker’s question came from behind.
Wyatt felt his first genuine smile in days. It stretched his cheeks more than the news he was being released. He turned toward the greeting, to find Fiona and Parker waiting near the building, a few feet from the door. Wyatt approached the pair, his mind leaping along possibilities. Apologizing. Devouring Fiona. Just holding her and enjoying the company.
Fiona met him halfway and stopped him with her arm outstretched and her palm flat on his chest.
He opened his mouth to say something.
“Don’t.” Her tone was neutral. “Don’t touch me. Don’t say a word. Because if you’re going to tell me you don’t want to see me, if you’re going to push me away or feed me a weak excuse about why we won’t work, if you’re going to lie to me, I’ll leave. We’ll call it end of story.”
He kept his mouth shut, surprised and pleased at her insistence.
“Well?” she asked.
“You told me not to say a word.”
Parker snorted.
Fiona rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her threatening smile. “You can talk now.”
Wyatt grasped her wrist loosely, earning a gasp that drove to his every nerve ending. He held her gaze. “I’m not planning on leaving or asking you to leave ever again.” Maybe he should have planned more than just tell her how you feel, but he didn’t expect to see her yet. The words felt right, regardless. “I’ll stay by your side for as long as you’ll have me. You haunt my thoughts and dreams, and I don’t want that to ever stop. I’ve made a lot of mistakes recently, but coming back to you—both of you—again and again, is the one thing I’ve done right. I love you. Mind, body, and soul.”
The way she bit her lip was like the faintest tease of a good drug. “You probably already know this, but so it’s out there, I’m not leaving Parker. You have to share.”
“I want you to stay with him. The two of you together are serendipity. I won’t displace him any more than he will me.” Wyatt’s words earned him another smirk from Parker. “But I do want an equal place in your heart.”
“You still have some trust to earn, though you’ve made up for a lot.” Fiona’s arm went slack, the weight of her wrist resting against his palm.
“That’s fair. Give me the chance, and I’ll prove myself.” He hadn’t missed that she didn’t return those three little words, but he could give her time. “I want you. I need you. Unless you tell me to fuck off, I’ll do everything in my power to add my name to your equation.”
Fiona’s smile broke through. “I like the sound of that.”
“You’d better,” Parker said. “You’ve been pushing pretty hard for it.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Not that hard.”
Wyatt had missed this as much as anything. The easy banter. That Parker and Fiona didn’t have an issue doing this in front of a police station. “There’s a joke in there, but it’s too easy.”
“Something about this relationship should be.” Parker’s tone was light.
Fiona lightly tapped Wyatt’s chest. “You can kiss me now,” she said.
“I have your permission?”
“Consider it granted indefinitely, until otherwise revoked.”
Wyatt tightened his grip on her wrist, pulled her in, and moved his free hand to the base of her neck, capturing her. He crushed his mouth to hers, letting everything he felt flow through the kiss. Hunger. Need. Desire. Love. Adoration.
She gripped his shirt and pressed closer. The full-body contact sang through him. He let go of her, to glide his hands down and cup her ass. She tasted like coffee and promises, and smelled like springtime.
He dragged his lips along her jaw and up to her ear. “Fuck, I missed this,” he murmured against her skin.
Her giggle vanished in a sigh. “It hasn’t even been two weeks.”
“Entirely too long for my taste.”
“Are we doing this right here and now?” Parker asked. “In front of the police station? That’s a serious question, by the way. I’m down for whatever, as long as it doesn’t land anyone back in jail.”
Wyatt broke away but wasn’t ready to let go of Fiona. “Believe it or not, I’m not up for anything quite so risky. Not yet.”
“Prison sate all your needs?” Fiona teased.
“I will slap your ass for that.” If he could release her long enough to get a good angle. “Before I do anything else, I want a real shower, a comfortable place to sit, and food not purchased on the state’s budget.”
Parker gestured to the parking lot. “Car’s over there. Our hotel room has a king-sized bed and nonstop hot water. It’s good for more than just fucking, if you’re into other things.”
“Keep in mind, we’ll be offended if you planned to stay somewhere else.” Fiona nudged him toward the parking lot.
He followed without protest. “Never even considered it. How rude would I be, turning down such a generous offer?”
When they reached the hotel, Parker loaned Wyatt a shirt and a pair of shorts. Wyatt could figure out a better clothing solution tomorrow. It was odd being this casual around anyone, but with these two, it felt right.
He excused himself, to shower. Experience said he needed to take the opportunity now, to invite Fiona to join him. Reason argued that she’d still be here after, and in the morning. Tonight, he wanted to focus on the relationship at the intellectual and emotional level. Or, if he was using more direct words, movies, pizza, and cuddling.
Wyatt took his time, letting the hot water rinse his tension away. There was no pressure to be anywhere else. Nothing looming that couldn’t wait another day.
He liked it.
He finished his shower, toweled off, and dressed. The borrowed clothes were tighter than he preferred. Another foreign feeling to add to the list—stepping from the bathroom and being exposed. Not physically, but as himself. There were no masks in here.
Fiona grinned when she saw him and patted the mattress next to her. “Saved you a spot.”<
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It looked perfect. He made himself comfortable. She was leaned against Parker on her other side, but she rested a hand on Wyatt’s leg, tracing tiny lines with her thumb. It was cozy.
They ordered takeout. Watched whatever was on HBO and currently playing. Made jokes and recited the memorable lines along with the actors. Stayed up way too late, drifting closer toward sleep, until they all succumbed. It was perfect.
He woke up the next morning, to find Fiona watching him, sleep lingering in her green eyes. He tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “A guy could get used to this.”
“Being watched while you sleep?” Her tone was playful.
“Waking up to the sound of your girlfriend flirting with someone else?” Parker grumbled.
Fiona reached behind her and swatted. “Grump.”
“It’s early. If you’re both morning people, I want to change my answer in regard to all of this.” The sleep was fading from his voice.
Fiona laughed. It was an incredible sound. “Too late. No takebacks.”
Being pressed this close to her, the heat of her body searing through thin clothes, drew Wyatt the rest of the way to consciousness. Last night was about reconnecting, but this morning, his body was eager for more. “What about you? Any desire for takebacks?”
“Just one.” Her brief reply dampened his mood. “And I guess it’s not really a takeback so much as a do-over. I’ve wanted to say this for a while, and I’ve felt it for even longer, but God, you make things difficult sometimes with your posturing and pushing away and pretending you don’t care—”
“Red,” Parker interrupted. “Make your point, so we can fuck then go get breakfast.”
Wyatt laughed. This was what he was in for by sticking around, and he loved it.
A blush spread across Fiona’s face, and she bit her bottom lip. “My point is, I love you too. As much as I love Parker. You hold equal but distinctly separate places in my heart, and I’m glad I don’t have to get over you.”
The words made Wyatt’s heart swell. He’d never thought hearing them would mean so much, but her I love you was worth more than the biggest promotion or raise. He traced a finger along her bottom lip, tugging it free. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely.” She drew his finger into her mouth and sucked.
The sensuality tugged an invisible cord that ran straight to his cock, and he groaned.
Wyatt gripped the back of her neck, needing to taste those full, pouty lips. He kissed her hard, holding her captive.
Fiona’s body molded to his. It was a perfect fit. This reality, the sounds and smells—all of it—was so much better than his memory insisted.
Parker glided a hand up Fiona’s stomach, between her and Wyatt, to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. His knuckles dug into Wyatt’s chest. The hard scrape against her soft form was a new kind of enticing.
Wyatt slid his hand down her back, to cup her ass. He pulled her tighter against him. “We have a problem,” he said. His erection dug into her stomach and twitched at the contact.
She pouted, but a smile threatened underneath. “What kind of problem?”
“I don’t like having one arm restrained.”
Parker snorted a laugh.
Fiona’s grin broke through. “But it’s okay in my case?”
Wyatt kissed her again, catching her bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away. “You tell me.” He gripped her hip and nudged. “I want to watch you ride me.”
“Yes, sir.” She straddled his legs when he rolled onto his back.
He could feel her heat through her panties and his boxers, taunting him. Maybe he should have thought this through better and removed some clothes before they got to this point.
She pressed her soft mound into him, grinding against his cock, as she rocked her hips in a slow sway.
Then again, that felt fucking incredible, and it might be the only way to draw out the moment without blowing his wad too soon.
The mattress shifted. Out of the corner of his eye, Wyatt saw Parker kneel, work his dick free, and stroke as he watched.
Being on display was another layer of arousal, overriding Wyatt’s desire to draw things out. He grabbed Fiona’s thighs, digging his thumbs into the flesh, to stop her. He pushed her back enough to tug down the waist of his boxers, then nudged aside the crotch of her panties, to slide inside her.
God, she felt good. He let out a long groan as she wrapped around him, slick and tight and warm. The silent parting of her lips sparked all his nerve endings to life.
Wyatt wanted everything at once. A hard, fast fuck. Something slow and teasing. To make Fiona moan. Scream. Beg. To push her to the edge of pleasure and keep her there for as long as possible.
Rent stupid movies. See the world. Learn how she liked her coffee. Tie her up. Pin her down. Watch her with Parker.
There was time for all of that, and he was looking forward to every single minute.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
FIONA’S BODY HUMMED with anticipation.
There was an intimacy in this moment. It was more than sex. Sure, there was that physical need to be closer to Wyatt. The thrill that came from Parker watching.
But there was an underlying connection that heightened her senses.
Wyatt drew his fingers up her spine in a deceptively light touch, and pulled her into him. He pumped his hips, setting a slow and steady pace inside her.
He laid a trail of kisses, from her mouth down to her chin and along her neck, then bit her shoulder. She whimpered at the sharp sting. Her awareness cranked up another notch. She swore she could feel everything.
When he moved his hand to her breast and rolled a nipple between his fingers, she clenched her pussy around him. The whispers of pain added a delicious edge to the pleasure, like salty mixed with sweet.
She arched her back in surprise when Parker traced a slippery finger along the crack of her ass.
The new contact was more of a shock because the lube was still cold, but it heated quickly on her skin. They’d played around a bit with anal, but with so much anticipation building inside her, this promise jumbled her thoughts.
Parker teased her puckered hole with his finger. She wanted more but didn’t know if she had enough grasp of her vocal chords to ask.
Wyatt glided his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks.
Parker nudged her tight opening with the head of his cock, and time slowed to a crawl. He slid inside her. An inch at a time, then waiting for her to relax and be ready.
“You okay?” Parker asked, his breath hot on her ear.
“Yes.” She licked her lips and swallowed at the raspy response, trying to work more moisture back into her mouth.
There was no rocking, but when he was buried completely inside her, she felt like she could breathe again. The double penetration stretched her in a new way. It was almost too much, but it felt so good.
Parker reached around and sought out her clit. There was no thrusting. No other movement. Just his stroking the sensitive button, while Wyatt sucked and bit her neck.
Climax came from nowhere, rushing in and spilling inside. She didn’t know which way to bend or arch to feel everything. Her head was filled with helium, threatening to float away. This was incredible.
While she was still wrapped in the high, Wyatt gripped her thighs and set a slow, steady pace. Parker matched his rhythm, sliding her back and forth between them, trapping her in a delicious push and pull.
Parker moved his touch from her tender core to grab her hips. The way she was pressed between them, each thrust rubbed against her clit.
Another orgasm built inside, heightened by the sensations and the sounds of the men on either side of her. Wyatt’s grunts mingled with Parker’s groans in a delicious chorus.
When she came again, the orgasm was drawn out, rather than abrupt. It stole her thoughts and kept her in the clouds in her head.
There was too much stimulus for her to name each feeling, so she stopped trying to focus
on any one thing. She let herself fall into everything at once, as they enveloped her.
She was vaguely aware of Parker—his pace increasing, the way he hammered hard against her, and the delicious, familiar sound of his climax.
Wyatt sank his teeth into her neck and his fingers into her thighs. His grunts had teased her dreams, but awake, with him here, they were so much more potent. She recognized the sound of him coming as well.
As everyone slowed to a stop, she emerged from the space in her head, but not completely. She collapsed on Wyatt’s chest and listened to the hammering of his heart.
The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and the air conditioner. Wyatt’s skin was damp with exertion, and Fiona suspected hers was as well.
This was so perfect. Not just the sex, though she wouldn’t surrender that for anything, but the union. This bond between both men that meant the world to her.
Parker slipped out of her, leaving her body feeling both empty and relieved. He laid a soft row of kisses down her back.
No one spoke, but they didn’t need to. They were all thinking and feeling similar things.
Wyatt trailed his fingers through her hair and lifted his head to kiss the top of hers.
Life with Parker was damn near perfect, in all the ways that mattered. She would have been happy with just him for the rest of her life.
But this was more. She didn’t want to imagine the future without Wyatt, any more than she could picture Parker not being there.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
PARKER HAD SPENT SO much of his adult life looking for this. It had always been so vague and out of reach, he hadn’t been able to name it, let alone grasp it.
When he asked Fiona to join him for the competition, he hoped she’d be the answer. Instead, this feeling of contentment and belonging was both far easier and much more complicated to find.
Now he strolled through a random small town, down a Main Street that could be fifty years old or a hundred, with Fiona and Wyatt. Parker was filming, not because he was on a schedule, but because he enjoyed seeing the world through his own eyes and the camera’s lens at the same time.
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