by Frankie Love
Wyatt, 28
Montana born and raised. Enjoy long mountain hikes and sex under the stars.
“He’s perfect for a fling,” Kensie assures me. “Now, let’s get to the bar before he thinks you stood him up.
When I see him at the bar my jaw drops. He’s way bigger than I expected. Not heavy. I mean tall and strong with a beard that I’m practically drooling over. All I can picture is him between my legs, tickling me until I can’t breathe. Mark could never, ever give me a happy ending that way.
“You okay, Windsor?” Kensie asks.
I swallow, nodding, looking for a word other than hot. “I’m just a little parched,” I manage to say.
“Okay, we’ll be sitting at a booth in the corner,” Tillie says. “Just come over if you need anything.”
“Wish me luck,” I say and head toward the hulk of a man who is so ripped, I’m nervous his muscles are going to tear that flannel shirt in two. Not that I would mind. I like the idea of him turning into a rugged superhero ready to save me from myself.
To think that an hour ago, I was crying over the loser Mark who wore Men’s Wearhouse suits and had a Crest Whitestrips smile. Mark was fake, trying so hard to be something other than himself.
Wyatt though comes off as self-possessed, and we haven’t even spoken a word to one another. There is just an air about the way he stands at the bar with his shot of whiskey in hand. Like he is in complete control, with absolute confidence.
He’s chatting with the couple next to him, and someone must have said something funny because all three of them start laughing. It eases the tension in my shoulders, the easy-going sound. Creeps don’t joke around with people they meet at bars. Do they?
Regardless, here I am.
There is no backing out now. Not that I want to. The closer I walk to the bar, the more certain I am that this is exactly what I need to be doing tonight, even if it is way outside of my comfort zone.
He catches my eye and his smile widens as he takes me in.
“Windsor?” he asks, reaching for me. He smoothly wraps an arm around my back and kisses my cheek. He whispers in my ear. “You look so fucking beautiful.”
I let out a tiny laugh. How is this happening to me?
When I look up, I practically drown in those lake-blue eyes of his.
“I’m Wyatt,” he says. “Would you like a drink?”
“I already feel drunk,” I murmur, mesmerized by the way his large hand feels on the small of my back. Like it is exactly where it belongs.
“Then what are we doing at a bar?” he asks, eyes raised.
My mouth goes dry. “I have no idea.”
“Then let’s get out of here.”
I nod, then turn and wave goodbye to my friends who are looking at me with wide eyes.
“Do you want to stop and tell them we’re leaving?” Wyatt asks his low voice sending waves of delight over me.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
“Of course. They probably want to make sure you’re alright.”
Pleased with his understanding of female relationships, he guides me to the back booth there Kensie and Tillie are staring at us.
“Hey, we’re just gonna head out,” I say, trying to act as cool as possible. Like I have hook-ups with mountain men every damn day.
“Right, okay. So, like, you’re Wyatt?” Kensie asks.
He gives her a smile and offers her his hand. He shakes it, and she seems satisfied.
“Use protection,” Tillie says.
“Tillie!” I hiss. Wyatt laughs.
“What?” she scoffs. “You might get lost in the moment and forget yourself. You might be swept away by... by... you know the whole thing, and forget you just wanted a one-night stand and not a life-long connection to this man as your baby daddy.”
“Thanks for looking out for your girl,” Wyatt says, not at all minimizing her concern. “I’ll make sure there are no babies unintentionally made tonight.”
“Good,” Tillie says, exhaling. “In that case, what are you doing here?” She shoos us away with her hand. “Go get your freak on.”
As we walk away, I snort with laughter from Tillie’s ridiculous comments. And when I do, Wyatt looks at me in surprise. “God, I can’t think of the last time I went on a date with a woman who snorted.”
“Is that a deal breaker or something?” I ask, laughing.
He shakes his head. “No, I enjoy it. I enjoy it a lot.”
“What else do you enjoy, Wyatt?”
“Didn’t you read my bio?”
I bite back a smile as we exit the bar. “Right. You enjoy long mountain hikes and sex under the stars.”
“Exactly. So, shall we?”
“Take a hike?” I ask, looking down at my heels. “I don’t think so.”
“Not that part,” he says, turning me to face him on the sidewalk of Main Street. “I was meaning the sex under the stars.”
I swallow, suddenly needing that drink I turned down.
“Yes, let’s.”
He gives me a smile as if knowing I’d say that. Then he tilts back my head, his calloused fingertips against my jaw, lifting my chin. The moment stills and the stars above seem to shine brighter. The chill in the fresh mountain air wraps around us, as the heat between our bodies grows.
Then he kisses me. Hard and fast and I don’t need a drink. I just need this night to last.
Chapter 3
Wyatt
She kisses me like she needs this. Her soft pink lips press against mine as if she’s been waiting for this moment her whole damn life. It makes me want to satisfy her in every possible way. It’s clear by her friends’ comments, that she doesn’t usually do this sort of thing… hook-up with men.
So, she must have a reason for needing to let go of her inhibitions tonight.
Her mouth opens, and I swirl my tongue against hers. The soft moan that escapes her lips gets my cock hard and I know I need to get this gorgeous girl off the street before this kiss becomes indecent.
“God,” I groan, pushing my fingers through her thick hair, breathing against her ear. “I want to fuck you so damn badly.”
Her eyelashes flutter. “Is this how Timber hook-ups usually work?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Just... you’re like, male model worthy, Wyatt. I feel a little out of my league.”
“Girl, look at you in this tiny little dress. You are in a league all of your own.”
She blushes, shaking her head, and I wonder how she’s gone through her life not believing how damn hot she is.
“Not every guy thinks that,” she says, and I see a line of hurt in her eyes.
“Well, whoever broke your heart is a fucking fool,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her waist, hand on her ass, leading her to my truck.
“My heart isn’t broken,” she says. “More like the idea of what could have been.”
“You’re a romantic, then?” I ask, opening the truck for her, and offering her a hand as she climbs into the passenger seat. Her ass is nice and round, and the girl is fit. Every inch of her is toned.
She sighs, as she buckles herself in. “Maybe. But don’t worry, Wyatt. Tonight, isn’t about commitment or promises. It’s about letting go, giving in. Right?”
I grin, appreciating her candor. I’m sure as hell not interested in settling down.
Though, after one kiss with her, I could see myself changing my tune.
Which is crazy. I’m not that guy. A guy who commits.
But Windsor isn’t like any girl I’ve ever met. She makes my heart pound in my chest, makes my cock hard with something more than lust. I am filled with desire. A need to make Windsor happy tonight, give her everything she needs. I never get that feeling when I hook-up with women.
Yet, as I walk around my truck to the driver’s seat, I am thinking about where the perfect place to take Windsor might be. Usually, I take girls to my place, but it’s a fucking apartment I share with my brother. I want to take her
somewhere special. Somewhere I’ve never taken another woman. I want what I share with her to be ours alone.
“So, where are we headed?” she asks as I put the key in the ignition.
I turn toward her, running a hand over her bare thigh. God, her skin is so fucking soft.
“I told you, sex under the stars.”
Even in the dark truck, I see her eyes light up. “Be careful, Wyatt,” she says with a smile.
“What do you mean?”
“Sex under the stars is pretty romantic; I don’t want you to get your heart broken,” she says laughing.
I shift the truck into drive and pull out of my spot, giving my girl a sidelong glance. Damn, I think I’m in trouble.
I drive past an abandoned field outside of town, and she smiles when I park the truck in a private clearing.
“What?”
“It’s just, this is the high school make-out spot.”
“Really?” I look around, no other cars are here. “Should we go somewhere else?”
“No, it’s kinda nostalgic, actually.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, killing the engine and turning toward her. “Is this where you lost your virginity?”
She nods. “Is that weird?”
“No, it’s just...”
“What?” She asks.
“It’s funny, I didn’t want to take you to my place because I’ve taken other women there, then I bring to the place you’ve been with other guys.”
“Guy,” she clarifies. “I had a boyfriend senior year, we came here Prom night. Gosh,” she laughs. “I’m such a cliché.”
“It’s cute,” I tell her. “But we aren’t staying here.”
She bites the side of her lip. “Why do you care if I’ve been here with another guy?”
I swallow, running a hand over my beard. How do I explain the desire to mark her as mine, and mine alone? That I want to give her a night that she only remembers as ours? She’s a stranger, a woman I barely know. But god, I feel a stirring in my heart when I look at her.
“I just don’t want any teenage guys to show up and get a complex. If they saw what a real man was made of, they might not be able to perform for their girl.”
She shakes her head laughing. “That is a pretty big show of machismo.”
I grin. “I’m a cocky asshole, but I won’t apologize.”
“You’re so not my type,” she says with a laugh.
“Really?” I cock an eyebrow at her. “And what is your type?”
She shakes her head. A side of sass is coming and I love it. “It’s irrelevant. Tonight, I’ve decided to make you my type.”
“I feel like you’re just using me for my body.”
She snorts again. Why is that sound getting me so hard? Damn, I want her to make all sorts of sounds.
“I am, Wyatt. Using you. But it’s a two-way street tonight, isn’t it?” She swallows hard and I have to wonder if she believes the words falling from her pouty lips.
“Right,” I say, putting the truck in reverse. “And in that case, let’s go to the Bavarian Lodge.”
“Is that where you are staying?”
I frown, not following. “No, I’m crashing with my brother Benji.”
“Oh,” she nods, not asking any more. “In that case, let’s go check in.”
Chapter 4
Windsor
When he slides the keycard into the hotel room door, I feel a momentary sense of panic. I’m going into a hotel room with a stranger. A very sexy stranger. A stranger who kissed me, who made my pussy wet with desire with a single flick of the tongue.
Thinking of the kiss makes me a little dizzy, and when Wyatt pushes open the door, holding it for me, he asks me if I’m all right.
“I’m good; just a little... excited.”
He chuckles. “I’ve never met a girl quite like you. You’re one of a kind.”
I roll my eyes. “Enough with the corny pick-up lines, Mr. Machismo. Let’s get to business.”
I’m never this forward with men. Then again, I never do this with men. So, maybe I am this forward, this confident. Ninety-five percent of the time I’m focused on my goals, but maybe my brain realizes this is just another challenge I’ve accepted.
“I like your swagger, Windsor,” he says with a grin that makes me melt.
Standing my ground, I walk toward him. “It’s the 21st century, Wyatt. Can’t women ask for what they want without being judged for it?”
He pushes the door shut behind me. “Oh, you certainly can. Now tell me, what is it you really want?”
I lick my lips and run my hand over his rock-hard chest. So. Many. Muscles.
“You like that, Windsor?”
I nod, thinking. “I super like it.”
He runs his hands over my bare shoulders and it sends a shiver over me. “So, this guy who didn’t break your heart, was he good in bed?”
I tsk-tsk him, really not wanting to get too personal. Not so soon after the breakup, even if the breakup meant very little to me. Shouldn’t you wait before you jump into another relationship? I always thought that was the rule. Though, maybe rules on dating are dumb. After all, throwing them out the window tonight has landed me in the arms of a literal mountain man.
“No,” I admit, lowing my chin. “He wasn’t. Though he seemed capable of satisfying the woman I caught him in bed with. She was screaming his name.”
Wyatt pauses, lifting my chin with the crook of his finger. “Why is that? Why couldn’t he get you off?”
I bite my lip, nervously looking into his eyes. “I just never let myself go with him. Like, giving myself over freely, to the moment.”
“Do you think that is something you can do tonight, Windsor?”
I nod obediently. Wanting so badly to drop my inhibitions and take this unexpected night as a gift.
“Good.” With that single word, the stilled moment turns frenzied. His hands are on my face, kissing me with a fervor I can match. His hand finds my ass, squeezing it, making me squeal in excitement, and my fingers move to unbuckle his belt.
I feel his length. He is hard--somehow his cock is harder than his chest. And I want to touch him, feel him. Stroke him. I have a need to make him happy, make him come.
“I want you so badly,” I whimper as he unzips my dress. It falls to the floor and I step out of it, slipping off my heels. He looks me up and down. I’m glad I went for the lacy bra and panties. Glad I shaved my lady bits. So freaking glad I swiped right.
I want to ask a self-conscious question. I want affirmation that I look okay, that he approves of the way I’m built, a round ass and wide hips, narrow waist, and breasts made to be touched and fucked.
Though no man has ever handled me in a way quite that dirty. But my core aches to be consumed, to be touched and taken.
I don’t need to ask Wyatt what he thinks of my body though because when I look up into his eyes I see my answer.
His eyes are heavy with desire, and as he pulls off his shirt, and then steps from his pants, I see his massive cock standing at attention.
I guess he likes what he sees.
He strokes himself and it makes me so horny, watching the way he runs his big hand over his long, thick shaft. I want to be the one to touch him, to make him satisfied.
I step toward him, lowering myself to my knees. I am here for only one reason.
“Oh, girl,” he groans, his hands tugging at my hair as I open my mouth and begin to lick him up and down. He is so velvety smooth, but also so hard, and my mouth can hardly take him. The tip of his cock is needy, and as I begin to suck him, suctioning my lips around his mighty shaft, he hits the back of my throat.
It's shocking how good it feels to have my mouth so full of a man like him. A man whose ass I grab, burrowing my face deeply against his cock. He smells so good, like a man, and I want to taste his come. I want to swallow it down. Want it to cover my breasts.
The thought shocks me. How erotic it is. But I’m not ashamed of this feeling. It’s libe
rating, taking hold of my deepest wish. To be really, really fucked by a man who surpasses my deepest fantasies.
“Oh, god,” he groans as I bob my head up and down, getting him so close that he is grunting. “I’m so close, Winnie.”
Maybe it is hearing him use my nickname that makes me smile, makes me want this all the more. And when he comes against me, I keep sucking like a good little girl, letting his creamy come slide down my throat. I want more. So much more, and he seems to understand.
When he finishes, I pull back, licking my lips so I can savor every last drop of milky cream. But it’s not enough. I need more. More of him.
“Don’t worry, Winnie. There will be more come for you. But first, I need to see your pussy.”
He takes my hands and helps me up. I blink, delirious with his devotion to making this night satisfying for us both.
He unhooks my bra, rubbing his big hands over my full breasts. “God, your tits are perfect,” he growls, lowering his head and licking my nipples, sucking them. His tongue rolling over my hardened tits get my pussy so wet, I feel like a single flutter of his fingers would have me dripping.
He pushes down my panties, smacking my tush, massaging my round butt with his hands. “God, your ass is so big and juicy.”
I drop my head, overwhelmed by his caress, his want for me. I don’t want this night to end.
Drawing me to the bed, he tells me to lie back. I do as I’m told.
“Now spread your legs, baby, let me see that pussy.”
I hesitate, feeling so vulnerable. But then I watch as he kneels before me, his big thick cock aching for another release and my mouth waters at the thought of more of his come inside me.
I drop open my knees, my pussy’s his for the licking.
Chapter 5
Wyatt
I lower my mouth, taking in the beautiful sight before me. Not just this sweet pussy, but the undeniable gift that Winnie is. A gift I sure as fuck didn’t earn. Being with her makes me realize I’ve probably never quite treated a woman like she deserves. Like she is precious and more than a good time.