by Sylvia Fox
A thrill went through me, and a boldness I’d never known clutched my gut. “Sarah left earlier without telling me, and she drove me here. I need someone to give me a ride home. Preferably you.”
“Alright.” He gave me a nod, his scorching hot eyes never leaving my face. “Sounds like you better come with me.”
Chapter Six
My knee jiggled as Wyatt drove down Great Bear Road, the silence hanging thick and heavy between us. I’d been in his car many times before, but never like this. There was an unspoken tension brewing between us, and it took all my self-control not to reach out and brush my hand against his pants. I wondered how he’d react if I lowered my head and wrapped my mouth around his cock.
Wetness coated my panties. I’d only brought three pairs with me on this trip. At this rate, I was going to have to go into town tomorrow and buy some more if I was going to make it through the rest of the weekend in clean underwear.
Wyatt pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. He didn’t glance at me as he got out of the car, moved to the door, and opened it for me. I slid out into the night, pressing close to him as he leaned around me to shut the door. His scent overwhelmed me. Pine and minty cologne. It made my ears ring and my eyes water. My tongue swept across my lips, and when I looked up, I could see his gaze locked onto my every move.
“Let me walk you inside to make sure that everything is safe,” he said in a strained voice.
I didn’t argue.
When we got inside, Wyatt took his time going through the house and checking each room. I told myself that he’d do this for anyone else. That was just the kind of man he was, always caring and concerned. But as the moments ticked by, the ache in my pussy growing, the more and more it felt like he was taking his time. Almost like he didn’t want to leave. Like he was postponing the moment when he’d have to walk out that door.
“Everything is clear,” he said when he finally returned. He moved to stand by the fireplace, the opposite end of the living room from where I stood waiting, fidgeting with the hem of my low-cut shirt.
I’d picked this one out especially for him. It was an old tank top from high school, one that was a little too small and a little too tight, and it accentuated my cleavage. And I hadn’t worn a bra, and my hard nipples pressed against the fabric, headlights in the dark room. I could tell that he hadn’t missed the effort. His gaze was transfixed on my girls.
“Thanks for making sure it was safe. I think I may take a bath now. Lather up in the steamy water with some bubblebath after spending the night in the cold.” I cocked my head, trying to put on a seductive smile. “Do you think that sounds like a good idea?”
He let out a guttural sound so low that I almost didn’t hear it. “Becca, don’t.”
My heart thundered in my ears. This was working. Fuck me, it was working.
“Don’t what?” I backed up against the table behind me and let my ass knock against the romance novel I’d been reading the night before. It slid off and fell with a clunk to the floor. “Whoops.”
I turned around and bent over to pick it up, holding my ass high in the air and wriggling it as I grabbed the book, showing off my legs in the skirt and tights I’d worn. Before I stood, Wyatt was behind me, and his hand grazed across my ass. Blood roared in my ears, and my breath caught in my throat. Slowly, I straightened, but he put a hand on my back and held me there.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked slowly before giving my butt a quick spank. My juices drenched my panties even more, my entire body tingling.
I didn’t dare move for fear he’d run away again. “Yes.”
His hand slid slowly down my butt before slipping between my thighs. His long fingers pressed against the thin material of my tights, material that was soaked from how wet I already was. He paused, feeling my wetness, and for a split second, I thought he’d decided to stop. But instead, his grip on my back tightened. His fingers pressed harder against my drenched spot, rubbing and teasing and making my whole body squirm.
Wyatt McDowell was touching me. The only man I’d ever wanted, the man of my dreams and of my fantasies. His fingers were stroking against my pussy, and even though there was fabric between us, I felt as if I were on the very brink of the best orgasm of my life.
“I want to see that pussy of yours.” He growled the words as he pulled his hand away, leaving me breathless and aching for more. “Stay bent over.”
Before I could react, he ripped my tights in one swift motion, and cool air grazed across my skin. I gasped, feeling the desire flooding through me, my womanhood exposed to him in a way that it had never been exposed to anyone ever before. He was the only man in the world who had ever seen my pussy, and knowing his eyes were gazing at my pink lips made me ooze even more.
“My god,” he said, his voice rough in his throat. “You are so fucking wet for me.”
“I want you inside me,” I said through rapid breaths. Every second that went by made me feel more desperate for his touch. I was so turned on that I shoved my ass even higher and pressed my wetness against his crotch. His dick was so hard, so thick, so big. I gasped and began to rub myself against him, grinding against his crotch with wild abandon. I tossed aside all my inhibitions and let my body take control over my thoughts, as I rubbed his cock with my hot and aching pussy in a feverish energy.
With a growl, he leaned forward and nipped my ear before pulling my ass off his crotch. He plunged his finger inside me, slipping into my tight cavity with an ease, even though no one else ever had. I was that wet, that turned on, that my drenching pussy was his for the taking. And boy did he take it. His fingers fucked me so hard and so fast that my ears began to ring.
“My god,” he said, fucking me even faster with his fingers. “You’re so eager for me, baby. That’s it, baby.”
He slid another finger inside, pressing them both against my slippery walls. I cried out, both in pleasure and in pain. I was sure he would break my virginity this way, and even though I wanted him to do it with his cock, I couldn’t stop myself from pounding my ass against his hand. He spanked me. Once, then twice. So hard that my skin burned from the intensity of it. And as good as it felt, all I could think about was his cock.
I twisted around, heat shuddering through me. He looked almost shocked by what was passing between us, but it didn’t stop him from rubbing his thumb against my clit, sending me to the very brink. I reached for his buckle and began to unzip his pants just as the lock in the front door tumbled.
Wyatt’s hand froze, his eyes widened, and he launched himself across the floor.
“What the hell?” I gasped as the front door began to open. Boots kicked against the edge of the step, a familiar sound that drained all the blood in my face. It was what my dad always did when he came home in the snow. It was as routine as the sun rolling into the clouds. Crack the door, stomp the boots to dust off the snow, slip them off, and come inside.
Shit. My parents had come back. And they would walk in at any second.
And find…
Shit, shit, shit.
My heart hammering, I pulled my skirt down over my ass, but it barely covered the huge rip in my tights. I straightened my shirt and grabbed my mom’s shawl from the back of the couch to cover my hard nipples that were on display for the world to see. Then, I pressed down my hair, tried to calm my breathing, and gave Wyatt one quick look.
His face was pale, and the bulge in his pants was still very much there….as well as a damp spot where I’d been grinding my drenched pussy on him like a cat in heat.
He shifted behind a chair to block his crotch from my parent’s view a mere two seconds before the door opened all the way.
“Becca!” My dad’s face lit up when he saw me. “Glad to see you’re here and okay, kiddo.”
Kiddo. I refused to glance Wyatt’s way when that damn nickname from my childhood popped up again. Surely it would only remind him that I was nineteen years his junior and that I was his best friend’s daughter. The total opposit
e of how I wanted him to think of me.
“And Wyatt.” My dad looked surprised but not unhappy. It probably would never occur to him that his best friend had been moments away from taking his daughter’s virginity.
Before they’d shown up.
Perfect timing.
“Dad.” My heartbeat thrummed in my neck, and my whole face was flaming from embarrassment. “What are you doing home?”
“We heard about the robberies.” He held open the door while my mom slid in behind him, still fully decked in her ski gear. They must have hightailed it off the slopes as soon as they’d heard. “We weren’t about to have you staying here all by yourself if there are hoodlums causing a ruckus. Oh hello, Wyatt. I didn’t expect to see you here at this hour.”
Wyatt cleared his throat, clearly as uncomfortable as I was. “Becca here needed a ride home after the festival this evening. I felt it was only right to check things out in here and make sure she was safe. She had quite the fright last night.”
“Oh?” My dad lifted his eyebrows. Shit. I hadn’t called and told them about the window for precisely this reason. I hadn’t wanted to them to show up out of nowhere and put a quick damper on the sex I so desperately wanted. Finally. After years of aching for it.
And now that they were home, I certainly wasn’t going to get it now. Their presence was a blinding reminder of why we couldn’t start things up in the first place.
“I’ll explain later,” I said quickly. They weren’t going to be happy about the window upstairs, and they really weren’t going to be happy I hadn’t told them sooner.
“Well, thank you Wyatt for looking after our girl. I know you always have.” My dad moved over and patted Wyatt’s back who gave him a tight smile.
“I best be going,” Wyatt said. “It’s late.”
“Nonsense.” My dad gave him a megawatt smile, making him look ten years younger than he actually was. “It’s Saturday night, and you know what that means. Why don’t you stay like old times?”
Wyatt swallowed hard, but he didn’t argue. Instead he trailed out of the living room toward my dad’s study. Toward the bar with the whiskey and the cigars. They’d sit in there for the next few hours chatting about who the hell knew what. Tales from their college years, probably. As soon as they disappeared, I slipped upstairs, toward my room with the broken window.
I needed a blast of icy air to calm me down.
Chapter Seven
I didn’t get much sleep. For one, I had to sleep on the couch again after showing my mom exactly what had caused a scare the night before. And two, I could hear Wyatt’s voice rumbling down the hallway as he and my dad talked for hours. I tossed and I turned, memories flickering through my mind. The feel of his hand on my wetness. The way his finger had slipped inside me. The way he’d gazed at me like I was the only girl in the world.
When I woke up, Wyatt’s car was still in the driveway. He’d obviously crashed on the couch in dad’s study at the end of the night. He used to do that a lot, always doing the right thing by not driving, even if he’d only had one drink the entire night.
I wasn’t ready to see him. Not yet. Things had felt so weird when my parents had shown up, and he hadn’t glanced at me at all during the strained conversation when they first arrived. He felt guilty, I could tell. And I hated that. I wanted to wrap myself around him and tell him he had nothing to be ashamed of. Sure, I was his best friend’s daughter. But I was also a grown woman who could make her own decisions in life. And being with him was the only thing I’ve ever felt sure of.
Not college, not my degree, certainly not the city. I’d never been truly, one hundred percent sure that was what I wanted to do. I’d always felt like a piece of me wasn’t convinced it was right. I’d always felt like a part of me had stayed behind. I’d run from my mortification more than I’d headed toward a new life. Leaving Snow Peak had been a way to get away from Wyatt’s rejection. Now that there was a chance I’d been wrong all this time, it no longer felt like a piece of me was trapped here.
It felt like all of me was anchored to this town, from the very tips of my toes to the top of my head.
This was my home, and I needed to stop running.
“Morning.” Wyatt edged into the kitchen, his voice deep and quiet. “We should talk about what happened.”
My heartbeat picked up speed. He looked better than he ever had before. I’d seen him many times first thing in the morning, but there was something new about him now. A rawness I’d never seen before. His dark hair was slightly mussed, but his eyes were bright, lit by a flame I felt in my gut.
The floorboards creaked overhead, signalling my parents heading toward the stairs. “I’m not sure here is the best place to talk about it.”
He nodded his head and dragged a hand across his stubble. A hand that I was very much aware of, especially where it had been only a dozen hours before. “You’re right, but Jack mentioned you would be heading back to the city today, so I don’t know when else we could discuss…it.”
Frowning, I glanced away. He was right. My original plan had been to stay the weekend only, head back on Sunday afternoon, since I still had some classes to attend Monday. This had only been meant as a temporary escape before the last slog through this semester’s final classes. I had an exam at the end of the week, one I needed to study for, but I’d purposely left my textbooks in the city so I could get a temporary break from it all for a few days.
And yet…my feet felt firmly stuck in place.
“I could go back tonight or tomorrow morning.”
His gaze latched on mine. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”
“I’m sure.” My voice hitched up at the end, wavering underneath his close scrutiny. It was so hard to look at him without draping myself all over his body and begging him to take me hard, even knowing that my parents were only upstairs. They could head down at any minute and catch us in the act, but it didn’t douse my desire one single bit.
“I’m going into the station to do some paperwork this afternoon.” He began to edge out of the kitchen when footsteps pattered on the hall outside. “Come by around two, and we’ll have that chat.”
I flicked down the visor and spread a dark red gloss across my lips. I’d never been one for makeup, but these weren’t normal circumstances. I was about to go “meet” with the man who had been finger fucking me the night before, a man I’d been fantasizing about for as long as I’d been old enough to understand what fantasizing was.
I had no idea what to expect. I’d called up Sarah to fill her in, and she’d suggested there were two ways it could go. Either he was going to let me down gently and explain why what happened could never happen again. Or he was going to give me an exquisite finish to what we’d started last night. I was eagerly hoping it was the latter. Hence, the dark red gloss that made my lips look much poutier than they usually did.
After climbing out of the car, I headed into the station. It was quiet and dark in the usually bustling office space, no one else in sight on a Sunday afternoon. It was a small town, but Wyatt usually had a crew working in the station alongside him. He had a deputy, a receptionist, and a couple of assistants who did general work not related to cases. Not enough happened in this town to warrant much more than that.
Quietly, I strode through the station and poked my head inside his office door. Papers littered his desk, and a four coffee cups were scattered across the oak surface. Even though it was Sunday, Wyatt had donned his uniform, and he looked like the sexiest thing on earth, even though his eyes showed hints of weariness.
“You look busy,” I said, suddenly unsure if I should be here, interrupting his work like this. As much as I wanted to lay our cards on the table, I didn’t want to distract him from what was clearly a mountain of paperwork.
He sighed and nodded his head. “I took on this job because I want to protect the good people of this town. As I’m sure you know, crime is few and far between, so the courthouse has sent over a bunch of
paperwork that is frankly not my specialty. Driver’s license applications. Marriage licenses.”
“The courthouse.” I raised my eyebrows.
“They’re short staffed.” Wyatt dropped a pen on his desk and leaned back in his chair before crossing his massive arms across his chest. “Old man Albert retired a few months back, and one of the girls who did a lot of this kind of stuff ran off to the city for a high-paying career rather than small town life. Kind of like you.”
“Maybe I should put in an application.” I could barely believe I’d said the words, but it felt like the best idea I’d had in years. I could be at home—and near Wyatt—while using my degree that I’d worked so hard and so long for. It was win-win, no matter which way I looked at it.
“You?” Wyatt rubbed the stubble on his jaw and frowned. “Becca, I hope this isn’t about me. You’ve been working hard at school all this time, and you won’t have near the same opportunities here that you do in the city. You know as well as I do that there are no big fancy law firms here.”
“I’ve been thinking of moving back for awhile.” I edged into the office and perched on the edge of the desk. I mean, I would be lying if I didn’t say that you weren’t in my mind, but it’s more than just that. It’s this place. It’s my home. It’s calm and fresh and full of chirping birds and clear skies.”
“I’m in your mind? Oh, Becca, sweetheart.” Wyatt sighed and stood from his desk, and I suddenly felt as if I’d made a terrible mistake. The look in his eye wasn’t one of heat. It was one of resignation, like he was going to say goodbye. To me, to us, to whatever was clearly between us, to what had clearly been between us for a very long time. “We can’t do this. It isn’t right.”
“That’s not what you seemed to be saying last night.”
“I got caught up in the moment. Your dad would kill me.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Don’t you want to go back to your school and hook up with some guys your own age? Have fun while you’re still young? I’m sure a new one is beating down your door every weekend.”