by Sylvia Fox
Anger flashed through me. He thought I was some easy lay who hooked up with guys left and right, probably because I’d been so easy with him. “They can beat on the door all they like, but they’re not having any of this. There’s only one man I’ve ever wanted, and he’s certainly not some dumb college kid who doesn’t know how to talk to a woman, much less fuck her.”
Heat sparked in Wyatt’s eyes as he sucked a breath in through his parted mouth. “You don’t mean to tell me…?”
“I’m a virgin.” I lifted my chin. “No one has ever seen me, no one has ever touched me, and no one has ever been inside me.”
“My sweet, sweet girl,” Wyatt murmured before leaning forward and crushing his lips against mine.
Chapter Eight
My whole body came alive as Wyatt drove his tongue into my mouth. Moaning, I closed my eyes and pressed my body against his, feeling the hard planes of his masculine chest. His massive cock dug into my hip as he ground against me, passion flowing between us. Within seconds, my panties were soaked through. Another pair ruined. But who the hell was I to care?
All I cared about was Wyatt. His hands, his lips, his cock. I wanted every single part of him to be touching me, stroking me, fucking me so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
His teeth nipped at my neck as he ripped open my shirt, my breasts spilling into view. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and the ache between my thighs intensified with every passing beat. He’d gotten me so worked up the night before, and I still hadn’t had a release. If he so much as touched me now, I might dissolve into a pile of screaming ecstasy.
But he took his time. His tongue lapped against my full and quivering breasts, teasing and sucking and taunting me with each exquisite stroke. Wriggling under his touch, I dropped back my head and moaned so loud that any passerby outside the window would surely be able to hear me.
Wyatt didn’t seem to care. Instead, it seemed to excite him even more.
He pulled back and pulled my jeans and panties from my trembling body, sucking in a breath as his eyes raked across me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said in a deep growl before lifting his shirt over his head. His entire body was corded with pure muscle that rippled as he moved.
And then his pants went. And then his tight boxer briefs.
His massive erection sprung into view, thick and pink and throbbing with a need that surely matched my own. I wanted him inside me, then and there and for the rest of my life.
Over and over again until nothing existed in the world but us.
He lifted me onto the desk and pushed me back, his lips trailing across my skin, his fingers digging into my hips. My whole body shivered with anticipation as his mouth went lower and lower and lower. Until it hovered teasingly just an inch from my clit. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue across my wet and aching pussy.
And oh my god, I’d never felt anything like that before my in my life. It drove me absolutely wild, and I couldn’t stop my body from bucking on the desk and my legs from tightening around his neck.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he murmured before diving back in. His tongue slid along my clit, sending new shockwaves of pleasure through my trembling body, and he licked me with a feverish energy that made me feel like the most delicious woman he’d ever tasted.
I wanted more, more, more, but it felt so freaking good that I couldn’t hold on anymore. He lapped up every drop of my juices before diving his tongue into my folds. And that was all I could take. My orgasm stormed through me so hard and so fast that my ears roared with the thunder of my exhilarating release. My body shook and shuddered, and my pussy clenched tight just as a wave of juice slipped through my opening and spread across his lips.
“That was just the beginning.” Wyatt smiled as he moved on top of me, his huge cock standing at attention. “You sure you want this, baby?”
“I want you inside me so bad.” I could barely talk after what had just happened. I was so spent I couldn’t imagine would I would feel like after he was done with me. But I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.
“I’ll be gentle.” He poked my pussy with his dick before sliding gently inside me, his thickness pressing against my tender walls. He went inside easily after how wet he’d made me, both from his tongue and from my own gushing juices. Still, it felt like he could barely even fit. He was so thick and so long. There was no way in hell other men were even near this big.
But even though a flare of pain went through me, it felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop.
Not now, not ever.
“That okay, baby?” he asked, brushing soft kisses against my cheek and forehead. He was being so gentle, so kind. It made my heart swell as he pushed deeper inside me until his bulging head pressed the back of me. “You feel so good, so sweet.”
He began rocking against me, his cock slipping in and out slowly and steadily. My muscles tightened around him as my pleasure began to build once again. Arching my back, I opened my legs wider and wider, wanting him deeper inside me even though it felt as if I couldn’t take any more of him. All I wanted was to be as close to him as I could possibly be, and that meant taking as much of him as I could.
Suddenly, he lifted me from the desk as if I weighed nothing more than a doll and flipped me over, pressing my face down onto the desk. He shoved inside me once again, this time with much more intensity than before. Groaning, I pressed onto my tiptoes to lift my butt higher into the air, to give him more access to fuck me as hard as he possibly could.
And he did. His pace picked up speed, his junk slamming into my ass, driving me wilder and wilder with pleasure. I writhed and moaned and clutched at the papers on the desk. It felt as if he were taking me as his, claiming me as his own, showing me exactly how much I belonged to him, no matter how hard and how much he’d tried to push that feeling aside.
He gripped my waist and slapped my ass, and his loud groans joined my own cries of desire. I screamed out his name, over and over, as my pleasure built up to a roaring crescendo. I came again, hard, so hard that my scream tore at my throat. And as I shuddered, I felt his dick do the same, his seed emptying into my body.
He kept himself inside me as he leaned forward to wrap his arms around me, his hands grazing across my nipple. Despite myself, it stood erect once again at his touch. Desire still roared inside me, insatiable. For Wyatt. Now that I’d experienced just how good it felt to be fucked by this man, I wanted him again. And again. And again. I could spend hours like this.
“Wyatt?” A familiar voice filtered through the office door. “You here?”
A familiar voice. My dad’s voice. Shit, not again. I glanced at the clothes scattered across the floor, the flush in Wyatt’s cheeks. I knew my face must be just as red, and my hair had to be standing up at all angles. Not to mention the scent of sex that hung heavy in the air.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor and hastily got dressed while Wyatt did the same. Maybe he could rush out to reception before my dad got back here and detour him back outside while I figured out a way to sneak out back.
But wait. My car was out front. Dad would figure out I was here.
Just as Wyatt snapped the button of his jeans, footsteps slowed outside the office door.
“Becca?” My dad’s head popped inside, and everything froze for an agonizing moment. His eyes caught on my face before drifting down to my rumpled clothes. They moved over to Wyatt who looked just as bedraggled as I did. His uniform shirt still hung open, revealing his six-pack abs. It wouldn’t take a scientist to know exactly what had been going on in here.
“Wyatt.” My dad’s voice went icy, and he clenched the door in his fist. “Can you come out into the hallway please. We need to have a chat.”
Chapter Nine
Wyatt disappeared with my father without saying a word to me. He didn’t even glance my way. This was bad. This was really bad. Maybe my dad would understand. I was a grown woman af
ter all. Even though he would always see me as his little girl, he had to know I’d get involved with a man eventually, right? And okay, so maybe it wouldn’t thrill him that his best friend was the man I’d chosen, but at the end of the day, Wyatt was already a permanent fixture in our life. Surely he’d rather have a good man he knew be with his daughter rather than some city asshole he’d never met before. Right?
All of these thoughts flying through my brain didn’t stop me from panicking. Not when I could hear the raised voices down the hallway. I strode back and forth, back and forth, trying to walk the anxiety out of my body. Dad and Wyatt had been friends for so long. As much as I wanted Wyatt to be a more special part of my life, I didn’t want my dad to lose that kind of friendship. He didn’t have that with anyone else. They were comrades, confidants, total BFFs. I’d hate to be the thing that tore them apart.
The raised voices finally died down and Wyatt returned to his office, my dad nowhere in sight. He edged into the room, his body stiff, his back straight. And he avoided my eyes once again, making the gnawing panic in my gut grow ten times too big.
“Your dad wanted me to tell you that he’s waiting out front to help you get home. He says you need to get on your way so you can get back to the city before it’s too dark.”
“Help me get home?” My body began to shake. “Back to the city, tonight?”
“That’s right. You should be on your way.”
He was being so distant, so cold. After I’d just given him everything, how could he suddenly turn off like this? Like we hadn’t just been the most intimate we could possibly be? I’d just given him my virginity, and he knew it. A tear slipped out of my eye and trailed down my cheek.
“Wyatt, what did he say to you?” I asked, moving closer to him. He followed my move by backing up and opening the office door even wider.
“It doesn’t matter what he said,” Wyatt insisted. “What matters is that you need to get back to school and make sure you finish your degree. It was nice seeing you, Becca. You’re going to get everything you want out of your life, and I wish you the very best.”
Chapter Ten
It had been three weeks since my mortifying encounter with Wyatt McDowell, and I’d barely made it through final exams because of it. No matter what I did, no matter here I went, the way he’d coldly pushed me out of his life was all I could think about. I knew my dad had something to do with the sudden way Wyatt had turned away from me. He’d said something to him to cause it, though I hadn’t been able to get him to share.
He hadn’t been angry at me, not really. It seemed like he’d shifted the blame one hundred percent onto Wyatt, and even though it wasn’t fair, that was just the way my dad was. I was his daughter, his baby girl, and Wyatt had been the man to “take advantage” of me, or at least that’s the way my dad saw the whole thing.
I hadn’t been able to explain to him that the whole situation had been just as much my idea as it had been Wyatt’s. I mean, I’d practically flung myself on the man.
Dad hadn’t been able to see it that way, of course, so he’d shipped me right back to school to finish the semester.
I wasn’t really looking forward to going back home for the holidays, but the end of the semester had hurtled toward me like a runaway train. It was time to face the music, and there was no escaping it.
My stomach twisted and turned at the thought, and halfway down the interstate, I had to pull my car onto the side of the road to throw up in the bushes. I’d felt ill all day, a sure sign that my anxiety had gone into overdrive. Usually, the thought of home made me feel calm and peaceful, but this trip was different. I had to face my parents for the first time after the incident with Wyatt. We’d barely spoken on the phone since then. I knew my dad was really unhappy about what he’d caught me doing, even if he didn’t blame me for it. It was as if he saw me for who I was for the very first time, and he wasn’t ready to admit I was grown.
And I had no idea how I’d react if I came face to face with Wyatt while I was home.
Surely I would see him. It would be impossible not to, even if my parents had banished him from their lives. He’d be out patrolling, and I’d see him passing by, and it would kill me if he didn’t so much as say hello.
After he’d been so cold to me, it was hard to imagine he’d do anything more than that.
As soon as I arrived in Snow Peak, I swung by Sarah’s hairdressing studio before turning my car toward home. Anything to delay the inevitable. She was closing up shop when I strode through the door, the little bell jingling as it shut behind me.
“Oh, Becca.” She moved over to me and slung her arms around my neck, pulling me in close for a hug. Since my trip, even though we’d been miles and miles apart, Sarah and I had grown as close as we’d been in high school. Certainly closer than any of the girls I knew in the city. And instead of our newfound friendship making me feel better about the entire situation, it had made me even more homesick than I’d ever been. After everything had happened, it didn’t feel right not being in my home town. But I didn’t know how I could come back now, and I didn’t know what I’d do even if I did.
Seeing Wyatt every day and not being a part of his life would hurt me far more than living somewhere else. I’d never be able to move on from him if I had to confront my feelings for him every damn day of the rest of my life. That was why I’d run off to the city in the first place, and it was why I’d scrapped my tentative plans to move back home when I finished my degree.
“How are you feeling?” Sarah pulled back, her eyes searching my face. “You look…a little bit pale. You doing okay, hon?”
“To be honest…” The scent of Sarah’s shop filled my nostrils. It was sweet with a hint of a bitter tanginess that hung in the air anytime someone came in for a color appointment. Usually I didn’t mind it. In fact, as strong as it was, it was usually quite pleasant.
But right now, it sent an overwhelming wave of nausea through me.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I threw my hand over my mouth and rushed toward the bathroom in the back of the shop. After retching out my guts for the fourth time that day, I splashed my face with water and took several deep breaths in through my nose. This was ridiculous, I told myself. There was no reason I should be this freaked out about being home.
“Would you like some water?” Sarah asked, lifting a cup from her side when I finally left the bathroom.
Shakily, I nodded and took the cup from her, letting the cool water soothe my throat. My head pounded and my skin buzzed, but the water helped douse my urge to vomit once again. I pressed my hand against the wall and eased into one of the chairs. I needed to get a grip, especially before I headed home. If I started throwing up like this around my parents, they’d freak out far more than necessary.
“So…when you and Wyatt did the nasty in the police station a few weeks ago, did you happen to use a condom?”
I glanced up at her, and all the blood—what was left of it, at least—drained from my face. “No, we…” I shook my head, realizing where she was going with this, but I wasn’t ready to admit it quite yet. “It can’t be. I’ve only had sex that once, and there’s just no way…”
“When was the last time you had your period?” Her voice was quiet and calm but still serious and pointed, the way she’d always been. Sarah didn’t mince her words, and it was part of what I’d always loved about her. And it was hammering the point home faster than I would have figured it out on my own.
“Over a month ago.” I gripped my knees tighter. “This can’t be happening.”
She squatted down before me and wiped the tear from my cheek. “Before we jump to any conclusions, I think we need to go get you a pregnancy test.”
Chapter Eleven
“It’s positive.” I walked out of the bathroom and waved the stick in the air. Sarah and I had gone to the pharmacy down the street, and I’d taken the test in the privacy of her studio’s bathroom. We’d been in and out in only moments, and no one had seen us
go into the shop. But this was a small freaking town, and the woman manning the counter had known who I was. People liked to gossip in Snow Peak, and I dreaded to think how long it would take for the news to spread.
Becca Williams, the girl who had run away to a big city, had come home for the holidays, knocked up from some fling she’d had, losing herself in the fast-paced life.
But that wasn’t it at all, and I couldn’t tell a soul. Except for Sarah, of course. There were no flings, no random boys I’d let into my bedroom. I’d had sex once. With the man of my dreams. With the man I thought I might very well love.
What were the odds that that was all it took for me to get pregnant? Apparently, the odds were pretty damn bad. Or good, depending on how you looked at it.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it yet. In my mind, I’d expected to be shocked and scared by the discovery, but a calmness—a rightness—had settled over me the moment two pink lines had spread across the test.
I was pregnant. With Wyatt’s baby. I’d dreamt of this moment before, too, just as I’d dreamt of him taking my virginity. Building a family with him had seemed so far outside of reality, I hadn’t dared entertain the possibility of it ever truly happening, but I would have been lying to myself if I said that it hadn’t been something I liked to imagine in my deepest of desires.
A baby in my arms and Wyatt by my side.
It was too good to be in true.
Probably because it wasn’t true. Just because I was going to give birth to his child didn’t mean that he’d come running back to my side. He’d already made up his mind about our relationship. I didn’t see how or why he’d change his mind now. And I didn’t want him to. As much as I wanted him—needed him, even—I wanted him to be with me because he wanted the same, not because he felt some sort of obligation or guilt for knocking me up.