“Fuck, Peyton. That feels good.”
“You feel good,” I said.
“What else, Peyton?”
“Play with my breasts. I like that.”
His hands reached for me, eagerly squeezing both my breasts. He tugged on my nipples and my hips moved faster, taking him in deeper.
“That feels good.”
One of his hands left my breast and slid between us, grazing my clit. My hips moved faster, and I leaned back further, giving him more access.
“You’re gorgeous, Peyton. How could you not see how alluring you are? Look at yourself.”
I opened my eyes and tried to see what he saw. Blonde hair that swung with the movement of my body. Breasts that bounced to the same beat. A belly rippling with too much filling.
I tried to look past the the flaws I always saw when I looked at myself. The light of the flames danced over my skin and made it glow. My breasts were large, but they fit perfectly in Wyatt’s hands. And seeing his hand disappear between us was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Yes. Come with me, Peyton. I’m close.”
“Me, too,” I breathed. “So close.”
His thumb moved over me again, then pressed down, and I was gone.
“Wyatt! Yes! Fuck! Yes!”
Both his hands fell to my hips to guide me up and down twice more before he held me down, his cock deep inside me. I felt him erupt within me as he shouted my name.
I fell onto his chest, too exhausted to stay sitting upright. His hands swept up and down my back as we both struggled to breathe.
He recovered faster than I did, but he let me lay on him. He held me, not letting go until I pushed off him.
“I think that might have just tipped me over the edge.”
He gave me a questioning look.
“I officially love winter if it’s like this.”
A laugh burst from him. He sat up, holding me on his lap, and kissed me until his cock throbbed inside me.
“Again?”
He shook his head. “I’m too old to be that fast. Let’s eat dinner. Then maybe we’ll give the couch another try.”
I laughed. “I don’t know if I’m brave enough to test the couch again.”
We did test the couch. And his table. And a few different positions in his bed. And in the morning, we tested the shower. Wyatt made me breakfast, without making me help, and we left his condo together feeling very domestic. He kissed me at my car and told me to have a good day.
And by the time I got to work, I knew I was in trouble.
Chapter 19
“How did Wyatt get you to cook?” Vicki asked Saturday afternoon. She wanted to get everything ready for Christmas early. Very early to me, but that was my sister. Over-prepared and always early.
I shrugged. “He promised me great sex.”
I saw the cringe, but she didn’t comment. I knew the conversation from Tuesday night was still on her mind.
“I’m not going to offer you that.”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t accept anyway. Wyatt also made me feel a little guilty.”
“I can make you feel guilty. What can I make you feel guilty about?”
I laughed. “Wyatt said he was surprised I didn’t cook because I like to be in control and to do everything. He made me feel like I should be cooking. Of course, all I did was stir the risotto.”
“You made risotto?”
I nodded. “I just stirred.”
“Still. Risotto isn’t easy.” For a second, she actually sounded impressed. That wasn’t often.
“It wasn’t hard,” I said casually, like I actually did anything. “You just have to make sure you keep stirring.”
“You really like him, don’t you?”
“I do. He’s a great guy. You like him, too.”
“Yeah, but not the same. I feel like I barely know him.”
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
I was confused, and it clearly showed on my face.
“I meant you like him, like him. Not just as a friend.”
I shrugged again. “It’s hard not to like someone a little differently when you’re sleeping with them.”
“Especially if you spend the night.”
I nodded, trying to be casual about it. Thankfully, my sister didn’t know me as well as Laura and I could fool her into thinking spending the night with Wyatt hadn’t completely changed our relationship. At least from my side.
“He’s a nice guy. And he’s cute. And I like him. But we both know that things aren’t going to be forever. Neither of us are interested in something permanent.”
“Really? I thought you told me you wanted to adopt a bunch of kids one day?”
She leveled me with a look that said she knew what I really wanted. I never should have confessed that to her. I knew she’d read into it.
I chuckled. “Sure, if I didn’t have to work. You know how I am. Heck, without you to feed me I probably wouldn’t have survived this long.”
Vicki laughed, but I saw in the way she quickly avoided my gaze that she believed it, too.
“I know I don’t make things easy on you. I’m sorry about that.”
“You’re fine, Peyton.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not. We both know it. I hope you know that if you and Hunter decide to get married or move in together or you get pregnant that you don’t have to stay here to take care of me. I can take care of myself.”
“Can you, Peyton? I don’t want to be bitchy, but can you?”
I opened my mouth to answer and was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. Not just any ring, my on-call ring.
I immediately picked up the phone and headed to my room.
“This is Dr. Prescott,” I said, answering the phone.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening, Dr. Prescott. I have a call from a patient. Her name is Melissa Matthews. She’s having some pain in her abdomen. She’s nine weeks pregnant.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the call.”
I paused as our calls were connected. I heard the sharp intake of breath before Melissa said, “Dr. Prescott?”
“Hi Melissa. Tell me what’s going on.”
She explained her pain and what happened all day. I told her to rest and take it easy for the weekend. I also recommended she let her family take care of the Christmas dinner she was killing herself to get ready for.
“I’ll be available all weekend. I won’t be back in the office until Wednesday, but you can always call.”
“Are you sure, Dr. Prescott?”
“Yes, Melissa. Definitely. I don’t care if it’s Christmas morning, you call if you need me.”
“Thank you, Dr. Prescott. I hope I don’t need to call you again.”
“Take it easy, Melissa. This is a delicate time. I know it’s hard to relax when you’re hosting Christmas, but you need to take care of yourself and that baby now.”
“I know, Dr. Prescott. Thank you.”
“Come in Wednesday whenever you can. If I don’t see you this weekend, which I hope I don’t, I want to see you Wednesday.”
“Okay. Thank you.” She sounded relieved.
We hung up, and I used the bathroom before going to face my sister again. Vicki had dinner on plates, water in glasses, and the dishes already done.
“Thanks,” I said, taking my seat.
“You’re welcome. Everything okay?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
We ate in silence for a minute. I knew she wanted to pick up the conversation where we left off. I owed it to her to do so. She needed a chance to live her life.
“Do you want to move in with Hunter?”
She set her glass down and looked at me. Those green eyes that reminded me of my mother stared into my own. Her shoulders were set, and I knew she meant business. “Yes. Not tonight, but yes. If I get pregnant or if we decide to get married. I just don’t know if it’s practical.”
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“I’ve never had to do everything for myself, Vick. It isn’t fair to you that I’ve let you do everything for me. Don’t put your life on hold for me anymore. Do what you want to do.”
“I feel like we’re breaking up.”
I shook my head and offered her a smile. “We’re not, but I’ve clearly been a shitty sister. You don’t even think I can feed myself. I’m thirty-seven years old, Vick. Do what’s right for you and Hunter. Hell, if you want the house, you can have the house. I’ll find someplace else. It’s yours.”
“Don’t be that way, Peyton.”
“I’m not trying to be any way. I promise. I’m trying to be the sister you should have. You don’t need to take care of me. You need to worry about you. I know better than anyone else that if you’re stressed, you’re not going to get pregnant. Don’t worry about me. If you want the house, I want you to have it.”
“You paid for it. It’s your house.”
I shook my head. “I don’t care about the house. I care about you.”
She took a deep breath, her chest rising. She let it out like the was releasing all the tension she held from dealing with me on a regular basis. “Thank you. I don’t think we want the house, but thank you.”
“If you change your mind, promise you’ll tell me.”
She nodded. “I will.”
“Good. Now tell me about trying to get pregnant. Are you tracking your cycle? Taking the ovulation tests I told you about? Putting pillows under you and waiting at least thirty minutes before you get up?”
She grinned and I knew I’d survived the latest argument. We were slowly building a relationship, but every time we talked I realized how much work I had to do to make things between us better.
I woke up early Christmas morning to a squeal. Assuming it was just Vicki and Hunter trying to get pregnant, I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. When Vicki burst into my room a couple minutes later, I was immediately on alert.
Until I saw the wide grin on her face.
And the hand she had extended toward me on the way.
“He proposed,” she gushed.
I glanced to find Hunter leaning against my door frame. I scrambled out of bed so I could hug my sister and appropriately react to her news.
“Congratulations! I can’t believe it! Let me see the ring.” I was pretty sure those were the right words.
“You didn’t know?” Vicki asked, slightly suspicious.
I shook my head and took her hand, examining the ring. I’d seen a lot of rings over the years on the hands of my patients, but my sister’s was definitely the prettiest ring I’d ever laid eyes on. A square diamond was in the center, a big one. The band looked like it was made of diamonds. It took me a second to realize why it was a little offset from the diamond, but loved that her wedding ring would fit perfectly and they’d look like one ring.
“It’s gorgeous,” I murmured, dreaming for the first time about wearing a ring like that. Wyatt’s smiling eyes staring up at me as he slipped it on my finger.
That was a dream that would stay firmly in the fantasy category.
“How did you not know?” Vicki demanded, sounding angry.
I looked at her, wondering what was going on.
“How would I know?”
“I just assumed…” She turned to look at Hunter, who was avoiding her gaze. “You didn’t ask her?”
He shook his head. “I called your parents.”
Vicki looked content with that answer for a second, but her eyes flipped back to me.
“I'm not Mom or Dad, Vick. I know Hunter is great and you two are perfect together. He didn’t need to ask me.”
She shrugged. “I just thought he did for some reason.”
I grinned, making sure she knew I wasn’t upset. “I’d rather find out with a scream from your room and you bursting in here to show me your ring. This is a much better way for me to hear the news.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Definitely. How about we all go out to breakfast. There has to be someplace open.”
Hunter shook his head. “Not on Christmas morning.”
I wrinkled up my nose. “I thought maybe something would be open. Well, then I’ll make breakfast.”
“You?” they said together.
“Yes, me,” I said with a glare. “I’ll cook breakfast so you two can relax and start to think about your wedding. When are you going to get married?”
I pulled on a robe and slid my feet into slippers then followed them out of my room.
“Soon,” Vicki said. “Valentine's Day?”
“I could work with that,” Hunter said, nuzzling my sister’s neck.
No matter how many times I saw them together, it still took me by surprise when he was affectionate. Not because she didn’t deserve it, but because I felt like their relationship got serious quickly, and I missed a lot of it.
Watching them as I fixed coffee and knew I needed to be there for Vicki more. I wanted her to know she really could count on me. Not just for financial assistance, but for emotional support, too. I had no idea if she was going to ask me to be in her wedding or not, but I hoped she did. I hoped she wanted me there. And if she did, I was going to help make it the best wedding ever.
“I think that’s a great day,” I said. Yeah, I hated Valentine’s Day, but if Wyatt could convince me that Christmas wasn’t so bad, maybe Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be either.
“What if it’s on a weekday?” Vicki asked Hunter.
I did some quick math in my head and nodded. “It’s on a Thursday. But who cares? It’s Valentine’s Day. Are you going to have a small wedding or a big one?”
“Small. Definitely. Close friends and family. No more than fifty people.”
“I bet everyone would help you to pull it off. Between location and food, it shouldn’t be too hard. And you know I’ll do anything I can to help also, right?”
Vicki nodded. “Thanks. I really appreciate that.”
I poured three cups of coffee and handed two over. I sipped mine black and started breakfast so they could talk.
Cooking wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. Eggs practically scrambled themselves. Bacon and sausage were as easy as reading the directions on the package. Even the toast didn’t get burned.
I knew I didn’t cook anything complicated, but I was still pretty proud of myself. I cooked breakfast all by myself. And if I could do that, I could do anything.
Vicki and Hunter promised me it was good. I’d tasted better eggs, but I couldn’t figure out why they were so blah. Something was missing, but I couldn’t figure out what until Hunter sprinkled salt and pepper on his eggs.
“I should have put that in, right?” I asked.
They both stared at me like I was insane. Vicki nodded. “That’s what I do, but you don’t have to.”
“But it’s better that way.”
“It’s fine, Peyton. It’s easy to add afterward.”
I nodded, taking a mental note to add salt and pepper to eggs in the future.
At least the bacon was good.
We finished breakfast and I cleaned up the kitchen while Vicki and Hunter exchanged gifts. I heard more than one ‘you didn’t have to get me anything else’ as Vicki opened present after present from Hunter. I was happy to see him spoiling her. She deserved a little special treatment.
When she was surrounded by wrapping paper and gifts, I sat on the chair across the room. Hunter handed me a few presents to unwrap and I passed over the ones I’d bought for them.
Online of course.
Except for the ornaments I picked up. I wanted to pass Wyatt’s traditions on. I selected ornaments from the store we shopped at. Ornaments I hoped they both liked.
Vicki unwrapped the collection of pregnancy books I bought her. Knowing my sister, she would have gotten them at some point. She lifted watery eyes to me and smiled.
“Thank you. I’ve been holding off buying these because I felt silly readin
g them when I’m not even pregnant.”
“A lot of them have advice about getting pregnant. Although I can understand your hesitation. When I opened the box at work, Laura asked if there was something I wasn’t telling her.”
Vicki laughed. “I bet she was curious. Is she coming to Olivia’s tonight?”
I shook my head. “No. She’s with her family today.”
Vicki nodded and went to the next gift. We all opened our gifts, but I paused when they picked up the ornaments. Vicki opened hers first, gasping when she saw the puzzle piece that read ‘Drawn to me.’
“This is gorgeous. Are you sure it’s not for Hunter though?”
I shook my head. Vicki turned the ornament so Hunter could see the paint brushes and artist’s palette on the ornament.
“Open yours,” Vicki encouraged.
Hunter opened his ornament. He chuckled when he read ‘Planned for me.’
“I like this. You never planned for me, but you’re a planner. It makes perfect sense.”
“I did plan for you, babe,” Vicki said, leaning over for a kiss. “I always wanted a man who was kind and loving with a killer smile and a sexy ass.”
Hunter chuckled, kissing her with a wide grin on his face. When he pulled back, he said, “I would have drawn exactly you if I had imagined the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with. Peyton knows us well.”
I grinned and accepted the praise, then started cleaning up the wrapping paper. They cuddled on the couch for a few minutes then helped me. When we were done, I wanted to give them some privacy so I went to my room.
And found my own surprise on the bed.
Chapter 20
“What is this?” I wondered aloud. I glanced around, but no one was there. Just an envelope and a long, skinny box wrapped in red paper and a puffy white snowball.
It reminded me of the bra and panties I wore for Wyatt.
I sat on the edge of my bed and reached for the envelope first. Inside was a card that simply said ‘Merry Christmas’ on the front with snowflakes all over it. I opened the card and glanced at the bottom where ‘Love, Wyatt’ was scrawled.
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