Toby the Protector

by Blue Saffire

  I haven’t spoken to Cali in years. When I tried to put space between myself and Toby, I lost contact with her as well. It’s been so long, since I’ve had a friend outside of Toby. I crave the interaction.

  “Oh, my gosh, they are so freaking adorable,” Nellie gushes, as she holds TJ in her lap, while Lulu sits snuggled into her side.

  “Thank you,” I reply.

  “So, when are we going to spring you out of here?” Nellie purrs conspiratorially.

  My smile falters a little. This is the part I dislike. Questions lead to answers, answers that I have to make up.

  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” I say much too quickly.

  “I get that you’re supposed to be hiding out here, but can’t we take the babies to the park?” Nellie says thoughtfully.

  “It’s a big risk. I don’t think Toby would be happy if I went out, without him there,” I shake my head.

  Nellie sighs. “Okay, I get it. You guys just seem like you could use a good walk or something,” she shrugs.

  “We can go sit out back, if you like,” I offer.

  Nellie gives me a side glance. “That’s not what I mean. Tell me something, do you really think your parents would pull you and the babies from Toby?”

  I turn my head to look away. I feel myself starting to sweat. I know I won’t keep straight any of the stuff Toby told Nellie. My need to tell the truth gets in my way all the time.

  “You know what, I’m being nosey. I’m sorry. How about I help you with dinner? Or better yet, I’ll take care of it,” Nellie nods her head to herself.

  “Oh, no, I can handle it,” I rush.

  “Absolutely not, you take care of these beautiful little people all on your own, all of the time. I can do this. Besides, I’m stealing some to take home to my husband. He’s been getting suspicious,” Nellie laughs.

  “Oh, okay,” I say, wringing my hands.

  Nellie hands me TJ, as Lulu tries to cling to her t-shirt. She turns to Lulu and laughs, lifting her into her arms and kissing her cheek. Lulu giggles up a storm.

  “I love how happy they are,” Nellie says, with longing in her eyes.

  “Are you and Wyatt planning to start a family soon?”

  Nellie bites her lip and her eyes get all dreamy. “We’re trying,” she gushes out. The way her face lights up, warms my heart. I let out a squeal, excited for her.

  “Oh, I hope this happens for you,” I gush.

  Nellie shrugs. “I hope so to. I’ve been off my shot. It takes time to flush from the system,” she shrugs again. “So, we’ll see what happens.”

  Nellie kisses Lulu’s cheek and hands her to me. “I’ll get started on dinner. I know Wyatt will appreciate some real food, I know I will. All the take-out is wreaking havoc on my jeans,” Nellie giggles.

  “Nellie,” I call, as she turns for the kitchen.

  She looks back at me, over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

  “Thank you.”

  Nellie’s smile takes over her face. “You’re family. I do anything for my family,” she replies, before turn and getting busy in the kitchen.

  ~B~

  Nellie

  I look at the clock on my dashboard. I got so caught up with Kamara and the twins. I just wanted to help with bath time. Toby looked exhausted, when he walked through the door.

  How was I supposed to know I would have so much fun with TJ and Lulu, as they played with all their little toys. They’re so adorable. They’re both so curious and active.

  I smile as I think of them and rush from the car. I round the car to get the trays of food, from the passenger side. Kamara is a bright one. She had the idea to call Toby and ask him to bring to-go cartons for me so Wyatt wouldn’t be suspicious.

  I close the door and head for the front door of the house. I almost jump out of my skin when I see my husband, standing in the doorway eyeballing me. Shit, I’m so late.

  I did send him a text saying I was running errands and wanted to check on Steve. My stepdad would have my ass if he knew how much I use his name to cover for my sneaking around. If I don’t play this right Wyatt is going to rip into me.

  He folds his arms over his chest, his eyes rolling over me in a heated stare. I feel my nipples harden underneath my t-shirt. When his eyes come back up they lock with mine.

  He doesn’t say a word, as he backs out of the entrance to silently command my presence in the house. Feeling all kinds of guilty, I wordlessly move pass him. I head for the kitchen to get dinner on the table.

  I mentally fuss at myself. Toby and Kamara need my help. I’m going to totally blow this if I’m not more careful. Wyatt is no fool. I’m surprised he hasn’t called me on my BS yet.

  Um, that’s about to be short lived.

  I place the containers on the counter with my purse. I feel Wyatt at my back. He cages me in with his arms, his palms flat on the counter. I feel his breath against my neck.

  “Hello, stranger,” he rasps in my ear.

  I go to turn, but he uses his hips to pin me in place. I bite back a moan, flattening my own palms against the counter. I feel him growing hard against my backside.

  “You want to tell me where you’ve been?” He challenges in my ear.

  “I told you. I had a few errands to run,” I pant.

  “Mm,” he hums in my ear. “Sure. You made me a promise this morning. I’ve been waiting here for you to make good on it. Did you change your mind?”

  I close my eyes and curse in my head. I have no idea how that slipped my mind. I was so hot and bothered this morning, I was almost late for work.

  I let my curiosity get the best of me, as we got ready for work. Wyatt opened one of his hidden cases, to change out his gun for work. It made me think about what’s in the others.

  We haven’t explored much since that one night. As images of what we do filled my head, I started to wonder what else Wyatt is into. The words fell out of my mouth, before I had time to think about them.

  “Are we ever going to use the other stuff?” I blurted out.

  Wyatt turned to face me, tilting his head to the side. When my words registered with him, a nasty smile took over his face. His tongue ring peeked out of his mouth.

  “Are you asking me to break you, Nellie?” he asked, his voice so silky smooth.

  My brows wrinkled and I shifted from foot to foot. “I…I, break me?”

  “Yes,” he nodded. “Break you. I only gave you a taste that night. If you want more, I know I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to break you down, until you can’t take anymore. Break you,” his voice came out husky, filled with so much promise.

  “Please,” I breathed, feeling my core weep, with an eagerness for the full experience.

  “You promise,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Are you making me a promise that I can take you to the point of no return?”

  I go to answer him, but he holds his hand up. “Before you say a word, I want you to think about this. I’m nasty as fuck, Baby. I haven’t even begun to show you everything I’m capable of.

  “If you let me break you down the way I want, you will never look at me the same. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

  “Yes, I promise,” I replied breathlessly, ready to lie bare to him in that very moment.

  “We shall see,” Wyatt chuckled, a cocky grin on his lips.

  I’m wet just replaying that conversation in my head. I sure don’t know how I forgot. It crossed my mind a million times, before I went to see Kamara and the twins.

  “No, I haven’t changed my mind,” I reply.

  “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes, but I’ll still eat with you,” I pant.

  “I already had dinner. I’m ready for my dessert,” he hisses in my ear.

  I almost sag in relief. Not just because he’s not pissed enough to drill me about where I’ve been. I’m relieved because if I had to sit through dinner, after remembering this morning’s conversation, I think I’d pass out.

  I push my bu
tt back against his growing erection, pulling a groan from his lips. One of his hands reaches to grasp my waist, while his hips rock forward into me. He still has me pinned to the counter.

  My chest starts to heave in anticipation. I bite down on my lip again. Wyatt slips his hand into my hair, tugging my head back. He licks the bridge of my nose, placing a kiss on the tip.

  “You sure you’re ready for this?” he whispers.

  “I was born ready for you, Wy,” I whimper. “Please.”

  “That’s my Baby,” he murmurs sexily.

  I love the confidence I’ve grown with Wyatt. He makes me feel like I’ve found myself sexually. My lips part on a soft moan, as Wyatt’s hand moves from my waist to my breast.

  He kneads my mound through my t-shirt. I go to close my eyes, but they pop back open, as he spins me in his arms. I look up into his golden eyes.

  They’re filled with mischief, lust, and…dear I say accusation. Maybe I’m not getting away with keeping secrets. My mind spins with what this could mean.

  I go to step back out of his reach, but Wyatt has other ideas. He moves swiftly, tossing me over his shoulder. I yelp, reaching to lock my arms around his middle as I hang upside down.

  Wyatt grabs one of my ass cheeks, his fingers, all in my crack. The fabric from my skirt, doing little to provide a barrier. My soaked panties crawl into my behind along with his fingers.

  He just peels the skirt out of his way, slipping his fingers under my panties, and fingers my wet seam. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. Wyatt slaps my ass, leaving a sharp sting.

  “I can feel you suppressing your response to me. Not going to happen tonight, Baby. Let me hear you,” he commands in a sexy growl.

  He dips two fingers into my wetness and I cry out this time. I lift and crane my head to see Wyatt turn his face to plant a kiss on my ass. In the next gesture, he tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

  He folds his arms over his chest, just as he’d been standing, when I arrived home. He has that assessing look in his eyes again. Watching me, as I lie on the bed in front of him.

  I smooth my skirt down, shy, all of a sudden. Wyatt’s lips curl up in the corner. I suck in my lip and smile back.

  “Since you’re being shy tonight. I want you to strip for me. I think you need a reminder of how sexy you are,” he says, after a few beats of our silent exchange.

  I knit my brow at first. I’m just about sure I’m not going to do this. Yet, as I look into my husband’s eyes, I see something that moves me into action.

  It’s that fire for me, the lust and desire oozing off of him that causes me to push up off of the bed, scoot to the edge, and stand to my feet. Wyatt’s smile broadens. He places his hands on my waist, changing our position.

  He turns us so that he can seat on the feet of the bed, while I’m face him, with my back to the door. He lowers his body to sit on the bed, never taking his eyes off of me. I dig into my skirt pocket, retrieving my phone.

  I scroll through my playlist, looking for something to give me courage. I grin at my phone, when I see the perfect song for this moment. Beyoncé’s, Dance for You, fills the room, after I tap the screen.

  I hand Wyatt my phone and back up just a little. He places the phone on the bed, then leans back on his palms to watch me. I can’t even begin to tell you, how enthralling it is to have such a sexy man place all his attention on you.

  His gaze strips me bare, before I even get a chance to take off my first piece of clothing. I cock my hip to the side and stretch out my booted foot, thankful that I wore cute and sexy heels today.

  I tap my lips as if thinking of my next move, but start to gyrate my hips, rocking to the other side. I decide to add my own flare to this dance. I begin to sing the lyrics, drawing Wyatt into me.

  His lips part and he leans forward, as I get into the dance, rolling my entire body, while singing. I reach out my arms twirling them around to play up my sex appeal and the drama.

  As the hook comes on, I drop low, continuing to gyrate and pop my hips. I reach for the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it up and over my head, as I roll my body back up.

  The fire I see in Wyatt’s eyes, when he comes back into focus is so hot, I want to rush this. In the same instant, I want that fire to burn deeper and brighter. I reach behind me, for the zipper on my skirt.

  I lower it, but turn my back to Wyatt, before I drop the skirt to the floor. I bend at the waist, cocking my hip to the side again, reaching down for my ankle boot. I unzip it, but bounce and roll my body, until I reach the other boot, looking over my shoulder, I unzip that boot as well.

  I drop it low and slowly straighten. Turning to face front once more, I step out of my boots. I’m still singing and performing for my man.

  That fire in his eyes is now all consuming. I shiver, as I watch his jaw work. He’s holding onto his own control.

  I don’t unfasten my bra, I just hook my fingers in the cups and slowly pull them down, letting my breasts pop free. Wyatt groans and shakes his head, as if he needs to clear his thoughts. I reach to hook my fingers in my panties, but he shakes his head, lifting to his feet.

  I crane my neck to look up at him, as he comes to tower over me. My movements aren’t as exaggerated, now that he’s standing before me. I start to sing more quietly. Wyatt cups the back of my neck and gives it a little squeeze.

  I take that as a command to continue to sing. I go back to singing full out. Hitting a high note. Wyatt dips his head and captures the note, before I can get it fully out.

  He lifts me by my ass onto his waist. I can’t help grinding my core against him. I grab onto his neck and hold on tight. Wyatt deepens the kiss, nearly swelling my face.

  His large hands skim up my back, his fingers dragging against and biting into my skin. I whimper, but throw myself into the demanding kiss. I’m on fire. I need him so bad.

  As if reading my need, Wyatt breaks the kiss. He turns for the bed once again, tossing me onto it. I watch him, as he reaches for something on his side of the bed.

  I’ve been so focused on him, I didn’t notice what he had waiting there. The smile on Wyatt’s lips speaks volumes. My chest heaves with expectancy, as I look up at him. The white t-shirt he has on, stretches over his muscles perfectly.

  My eyes fall to his hands and my face scrunches up. Wyatt bursts into laughter. I look up at him curiously. It looks like he has a gun holster in his hands.

  I’m all for the kinky shit I know he’s capable of, but I’m not into weird shit like gun play or knife play. I read up on some crazy fetishes. I think this is my breaking point and we haven’t even gotten started.

  “Relax,” he chuckles. “It’s a thigh sling. Trust me, you’re going to enjoy this as much as I will.”

  My brows remain knitted, as he starts to fasten it first around my right thigh. “Lift your head, Baby,” he murmurs as he concentrates on the task before him.

  I follow his instructions and he loops the sling behind my neck, bringing it over to the other side to fasten it around my left thigh. I start to giggle, my eyes widening. I’m spread open for him. The restraint keeping my thighs wide open for Wyatt’s view.

  “You can’t be serious,” I giggle.

  Wyatt doesn’t reply, as his fingers caress my inner thighs. He’s giving me that heated stare once again. Without a word, he reaches for something else.

  Holding up the leather cuffs for me to see, he speaks in a heavy rasp. “Submissive cuffs.”

  I nod my head breathlessly, holding out my wrists. Wyatt fastens the cuffs in place, before looping a rope between my wrists. Shifting off the bed, he moves around the side of the bed to the headboard.

  “I love you,” he whispers against my lips, before he takes my cuffed hands and the rope attached to them, securing me to the headboard. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I nod.

  Wyatt straightens to pull his own shirt over his head. I watch his muscles play beneath his skin and nearly drool at the sight. He moves back to the foo
t of the bed, his eyes seeming to caress me, as I lay sprawled before him.

  “I hope you’re ready,” he says, with a crooked grin.

  “I’m sure I’m not,” I pant back.

  ~B~

  Wyatt

  I’m so tempted to use this opportunity to coax out what Nellie has been hiding from me. If I wasn’t hiding the fact that I’ll be going away on an assignment, for four months, in just a few weeks, I would. I look over Nellie’s body, deciding what I plan to do.

  Her curiosity this morning, fired all of my engines. I can’t wait to teach her all I have been harnessing from her. Speaking of harnesses. Nellie looks fucking incredible in the restraints I’ve placed her in.

  Her fat pussy is on display for me, begging me to eat it up. Her ass looks so good, I want to take a bite out of it. She’s already wet and dripping through her panties.

  I lick my lips. I’ve been waiting all day for this. I drop to my knees on the bed, crawling to hover between her thick thighs. I dip my head looking up at her through my lashes. I place a kiss on her mound, then move to lick my way from her inner thigh up to her knee.

  Nellie squirms as much as she can. I still her, by placing my palms to her inner thighs. I then move in, licking her center through the fabric of her panties.

  I suck the sopping wet fabric into my mouth, chuckling when the keening sounds pour from my wife’s lips. I push the fabric aside with my tongue, dipping in it inside her sweet honey.

  “Mmm,” I groan, as I get my first taste. She is so delicious. I swear, I’m the luckiest man in the world.

  Hooking my hands into the sides of her panties, I tear them right from her body. I enjoy the way her ass bounces free. I’ve been wanting to tear her panties off, since she bent her lush ass over in my face.

  Cupping her upper thighs, I pull her up to meet my face and dive in for my fill. I’m merciless. I eat her pussy with the intent to drive her insane. I move my right thumb to her clit, feeling her hover right at the edge.

  Circling her button, I push her that extra step, but back off right when I know her crest is in reach. I sit up, looking down at Nellie, as her chest heaves. Her lids are heavy, her lips are swollen from my earlier kisses. She looks perfect.