Ample & Alluring

by Mary E Thompson

I couldn’t help but grin. I slowly read the card. He thanked me for making it the best Christmas season he’d had in a long time. And officially asked me to accompany him to the Valentine’s Day party. He asked me to go whether he won or not because he wanted to go with me, and only me.

  My heart kicked into another gear at the thought of Wyatt making plans to be with me in almost two months. The added ‘Love’ on his card only made me wonder even more if I wasn’t the only one who had very different feelings than I walked into the relationship with.

  I moved on to the gift before I called him. I knew he’d be at his mom’s house, or heading that way soon, so I wanted to catch him if I could.

  The box held two things. Another envelope was on top of the box. I opened that and laughed when I saw cooking lessons.

  I had to call him.

  “Merry Christmas,” he said on the first ring.

  “Merry Christmas. Are you here?”

  He laughed softly. “No. I wish I was. Vicki helped me out.”

  “Using my sister to get to me. How sneaky of you, Mr. Mayor.”

  “My constituents are happy to help, Dr. Peyton.”

  I laughed. “I imagine they are. Am I to assume I’m taking these cooking lessons alone?”

  “Oh, no. I’ll be joining you. I figured a gift like that is much better when it’s shared. Plus, I can’t wait to show you up in the kitchen.”

  “I’ll have you know I cooked breakfast this morning.”

  He was silent for a long moment. I started to wonder if I lost the call when he said, very concerned, “Are Vicki and Hunter okay?”

  “Oh, shut up! My breakfast was good. Except I didn’t know to add salt and pepper to the eggs.”

  “That’s easily remedied,” he said kindly.

  “It was. I’m not completely hopeless.”

  “I never said you were. What did you think of the other gift?”

  “The ornament?”

  “No, in the box?”

  “Huh?” I picked up the box I’d assumed held the ornament he bought me. “This isn’t the ornament?”

  Wyatt laughed. “Nope. It’s something else. The ornament is already on your tree.”

  “It is?”

  “Open the box, Peyton. You can find the ornament later.”

  “You know me too well,” I said, releasing the doorknob and going back to my bed. I picked up the box and pulled the lid off. A velvet box, one that always housed jewelry, stared back at me. “Wyatt?”

  “Calm down, Peyton. Just open it.”

  I flipped the box open and gasped. A single black pearl hung on the end of a silver necklace, threaded through a hoop. It was delicate and stunning. The pearl was almost the same silver as the necklace but with a hint of depth that I knew meant it was real.

  “Wyatt,” I breathed. “This is too much.”

  “Not even close. I thought of you when I saw it. I know you don’t wear bracelets or rings, but you frequently have a necklace on.”

  I was touched he’d noticed. I was a fan of jewelry but careful about wearing too much and having it interfere with work. Necklaces and earrings were favorites.

  “Thank you. I can’t believe you did this.”

  I could hear his smile through the phone when he said, “I wanted you to have something special.”

  “Now I feel like my gift to you wasn’t enough,” I whined.

  He choked and his voice was low and sexy when he spoke. “That was the most amazing thing anyone has done for me, Peyton. I’ll never forget the way you looked in that bra and panties.”

  “I might have one more trick up my sleeve,” I teased. I didn’t know he was getting me something else, but I bought him another gift that I knew he was going to love.

  “You didn’t have to, Peyton.”

  “Neither did you.”

  “I wanted to.”

  “So did I. What time do you go see your family?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t keep arguing.

  “I’m here now.”

  “Shit, sorry. You should have told me.”

  “I wanted to talk to you. And I wanted to know what you thought of your gifts.”

  “I love them, Wyatt. I love… all of it.”

  Shit! I almost said I loved him. Time to clamp my lips together.

  “Good. I’m looking forward to tonight. And convincing you to stay at my place again.”

  I looked at the bag I already had packed, just in case, and grinned. “You might be able to convince me.”

  His voice dropped again. “What if I promise to wake you up with my hands in some very fun places.”

  Moisture seeped from me. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

  “Fuck, Peyton. I can hear how turned on you already are. Are you going to touch yourself in the shower?”

  I moaned softly. “I might have to if you keep talking to me like that.”

  “When you do, I want you to think about my fingers sliding over your slick skin. About my fingers inside you, making you come, Peyton. Will you think of me?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “Are you already touching yourself Peyton?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, my fingers dipping between my thighs.

  “Oh, fuck, Peyton. I wish I was there to watch you.” I heard a zipper. “Tell me about it.”

  “Are you going to jerk off?”

  He groaned. “Yes. I can’t stop myself. I’m locked in the bathroom at my parents’ house like a teenager, having phone sex with a beautiful doctor. Just hearing you has me ready to burst.”

  “I wish I could see you,” I murmured.

  “Peyton?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Let me call you right back. Don’t stop, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He hung up, leaving me without his sexy voice in my ear to spur me on. I was soaked, and so ready to come, but I wanted to be on the phone with him when I did.

  My phone rang again a few seconds later, but it was a video call. I slid to answer it and nearly came at the sight of Wyatt’s hand wrapped around his cock.

  “Is that better?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

  “Let me see you, Peyton.”

  “Hold on.” I put the phone down and stripped off all my clothes. I double checked that the door was locked and stretched back out on the bed. I picked up the phone again and enjoyed the view as Wyatt stroked himself.

  “Peyton. Where are your hands right now? Let me see them.”

  I scanned down my body, making sure I could still see the screen, showing Wyatt what I was doing. He groaned at the close-up I gave him of my nipple as I tweaked it. I kept going but paused.

  “No one will ever see this, Peyton. We’re not recording. No pictures. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you. I need to see you. That’s all.”

  I loved that he knew exactly what I was thinking and what I was afraid of. I pointed the phone between my thighs, using my fingers to spread myself apart so he had a good view.

  “Fuck, Peyton. I wish I could put my tongue right there.”

  “Me, too,” I moaned. My fingers swept over my clit. “Wyatt.”

  “I’m right here, babe. I’m watching you. I want you right now. I can’t wait to get you home and naked.”

  “Oh, yes,” I said softly. “I wish I could scream right now.”

  “Then scream, Peyton.”

  “My sister’s home. And Hunter’s here.”

  “Then moan just for me.” He grunted. “I’m so fucking hard. Tell me you’re close Peyton. I want to watch you come before I do. I need to see you.”

  I dipped my fingers lower, catching more moisture on them, then went back to my clit. I teased it for a second, then pinched it. I was so close I could barely breathe. “Wyatt,” I moaned.

  “Yes, Peyton. Talk to me.”

  “So close.”

  “I can see that, babe. I’m watching you. I want my cock inside you. My tongue on that perfect clit. M
y fingers pumping that orgasm out of you.”

  The deep rasp of his voice sent me over the edge. “Wyatt! Yes!” I hissed, trying not to let Vicki and Hunter know what was happening.

  “More, Peyton. Let me see another one.”

  I watched the camera as he stroked himself faster. I knew I could have another one before he did and went right back to my clit, pressing my ring finger over it and shaking it back and forth.

  “There you go, babe. I know you like that. I love the way you squeeze my head when I do that with my tongue.”

  I pulled in a breath and let it out with his name, a little louder. As I came, he did, too. The spurt of white shooting from his head off the screen. Another squirt. Then a smaller one. Just watching him come made me want one more. I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers flew over my clit and within seconds, I was moaning his name a third time.

  “Fuck yes,” he said softly, his voice thick with lust. “That was so damn sexy.”

  I kept my hand between my thighs, trying to decide if I wanted one more or not.

  “Give me another, Peyton.”

  “You’re done.”

  “I’ll never be done watching you, babe. I love seeing you get yourself off.”

  “Wyatt,” I whispered, letting my finger slip over my clit again.

  “Pinch your clit, Peyton.” I did. “Good, baby. Now dip your fingers inside. Get them nice and wet. There you go. Spread yourself wide and bring all that come up to your clit, Peyton.”

  I followed his directions, more and more turned on with each word.

  “Pump inside three times. Go as deep as you can.”

  One. Two. I was close. Three.

  “Back to your clit, baby. Fast, Peyton. Now. As fast as you can over your clit. I want to watch you come apart. Faster, Peyton. Faster.”

  I rubbed myself until my forearm burned and I forgot to breathe. I gasped and moaned, needing something to push me over the edge.

  “Pinch your clit. Now. Hard. Now rub it again. Faster. Faster. Now, Peyton. Come. Now.”

  Like he had control over me, I came. Hard. So hard I knew I screamed his name. My fingers kept rubbing, dragging more than one orgasm out. I had no idea how many I had in rapid succession, but it was amazing. I'd never been able to make myself do anything like that.

  When I started to breathe normally, I trailed my fingers up my body, bringing the phone with me. Wyatt’s eyes were dark and fixed on me.

  “I think I’m going to leave my parents' house right now and come get you. We’re staying in bed for the rest of the day so I can watch that again in person.”

  I chuckled.

  “I’m fucking serious, Peyton. I’ve never seen anything that beautiful in my life.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered. “I think I was kind of loud.”

  “You were perfect.”

  “I’ve never come like that alone.”

  “Don’t tell me about some other guy who did that to you.”

  “You, Wyatt,” I laughed. “Only you.”

  “And I’m gonna do it again. Every chance I get. I've never wished I was young before, but right now I wish I could come again. I’m going to be hard all day thinking about you.”

  “Trust me, I know the feeling. Watching you come was sexy. Thank you for letting me see that.”

  “Any time, Peyton. Any time.”

  “I might hold you to that.”

  He smiled at me, and I could feel how much I loved him from my hair to my toes. It would hurt like hell when he wasn't in my life anymore, but for as long as I had him, I was going to enjoy every second.

  “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Me too.”

  “You’re packing a bag, right?”

  I turned the phone to where my bag was on the floor. “Already packed.”

  “Perfect. See you soon, Peyton.”

  “Bye Wyatt.”

  Chapter 21

  I wore the new necklace Wyatt gave me to Christmas at Olivia and Ethan’s house. Vicki asked if it was what he gave me and giggled when she said they were being very covert to hide presents for me when I didn’t notice.

  “I’m very impressed,” I admitted. “I was really surprised when I saw it on my bed.”

  Hunter snorted. Vicki smacked him. I wasn’t going to ask because I was fairly sure I knew that meant they heard me when I was on the phone with Wyatt.

  Not going there.

  “Wyatt insisted I put it somewhere you’d have to see it but not give it to you myself. And he wanted the ornament front and center on the tree.”

  I shook my head at myself. “I still can’t believe I didn’t see it.”

  “You weren’t thinking about it. I tried to make sure you wouldn’t notice it right away.”

  “I never would have found it if he didn’t tell me it was there.”

  “You’re staying at his place tonight?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  “I like seeing you happy.”

  “Right back at ya, sis.”

  Hunter glanced at Vicki, a dopey grin on his face that made me smile. He was a good guy. He was definitely going to take care of my sister.

  Olivia and Ethan’s house was all decked out with lights around the windows and along the roof. A small planted tree was in a pot next to the front door. Even the snowman in the front yard was wearing a Santa hat and a red and green scarf. They were invested in the holidays. Their first as a family.

  Vicki knocked then walked inside. Hunter and I followed her into the chaos. Becca zipped past us, chasing Kevin and a yellow lab puppy around the couch.

  “They have a dog?” I asked.

  “Must have been a Christmas present.”

  We moved into the room, hanging coats near the door. I set my overnight bag down with my purse and hoped the puppy didn’t pee in either of them.

  Olivia rushed out with a smile. “Hey guys! I didn’t hear the door.”

  “I can’t imagine why,” Vicki teased. “The house looks amazing.”

  I nodded with her taking in the candles lit all over, the stunning tree in the corner near the window, and the picture of the four of them from the wedding with garland strung over it.

  “Thanks. I made the mistake of letting Ethan pick out the tree and the kids decorate it.”

  “It’s gorgeous,” Vicki argued. “They did a great job.”

  Olivia looked at it and nodded. “They really did. I think Christmas threw up on it, but it’s beautiful because they did it. And it was nice to have the help since I was so swamped with everything for the winter festival.”

  “How are the plans for that coming?” Vicki asked.

  “Good. I’m ready for next weekend so I can relax for a little while.”

  We followed Olivia to the kitchen. Abby, Graham, Charlie, and Max were talking to Ethan. We said hi to all of them, exchanging hugs and kisses on the cheek. It was still strange to me that they all acted like family instead of friends, but I got over it.

  Olivia handed me a glass of wine as we heard more voices. “Back here!” she called out. In seconds we saw Tara followed by Noah and Sawyer.

  Sawyer made the rounds then headed over to me with his own glass of wine. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

  I laughed. “Wyatt isn’t my boyfriend and he isn’t here yet.”

  “Say what you want. I bet he’ll growl at me for talking to you.”

  “He will not. We’re very casual.”

  “Uh huh. So, get anyone pregnant lately?”

  “I sure did. How about you?”

  “Ouch, doc. That hurts. And no. I hope not.”

  “You’re going to be miserable when some Hawaiian beauty snags your attention and doesn’t let go.”

  “If anyone could do it, it would definitely be a Hawaiian beauty. Those women are hot.”

  “I bet you fall for your new boss.”

  “Ha! Not gonna happen. She’s strung so tight she could shoot arrows from her ass.”

  “I bet she’d sing
if you plucked her the right way.”

  He paused with his glass halfway to his lips. They curled up into a devilish grin that he turned on me. “Damn, doc. You’re a dirty girl. I like the way you think.”

  Sawyer wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight to his side. And of course, that was when Wyatt walked in.

  He shot Sawyer a glare before walking over to Olivia. He kissed her cheek first, then shook hands with Ethan. He worked his way around the room until he made it to where Sawyer and I were.

  With Sawyer’s arm still around my waist.

  “Sawyer.”

  “Wyatt.”

  “Pey?”

  “Hey,” I said, stepping away from Sawyer to hug Wyatt. His face went into my neck and he held me tight for a long moment. Long enough that I started to forget we were in a crowded room.

  “Necklace looks good on you,” Wyatt said, finally pulling back.

  “I love it,” I told him, meeting his eyes.

  He nodded, then faced Sawyer. Who had a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “Told you,” Sawyer said.

  Wyatt looked between the two of us with a question mark.

  “He did not growl at you,” I argued.

  “Might as well have. He's marking his territory. Aren’t you?”

  Wyatt took a second to understand what Sawyer was saying, then tightened his grasp on my waist. “When are you moving to the other side of the world again?”

  Sawyer barked a laugh and clapped Wyatt on the shoulder. “He’s a good one, Peyton. You chose well.”

  Then Sawyer was gone.

  “What was that about?”

  I shook my head. “Sawyer being Sawyer. He asked where you were and said you’d be pissed if you saw us talking.”

  Wyatt shrugged. “There’s a bit of that, but I trust you. There’s no reason for you to avoid all men. Young, single, attractive men who are moving to an exotic location might make me a little anxious.”

  I gave him a look that said he was crazy. “Sawyer’s name wasn’t on my lips earlier today. Nor was his face on my screen. Or his massive cock.”

  “How do you know he has a massive cock?” Wyatt teased.

  “Well, look at him. All the hot guys have big dicks.”

  “Ah. Good to know. Is every man here ‘hot’ in your mind?”

  I shrugged and turned to face him. “I guess. But you’re definitely the hottest in the room.”