Repercussions (The Hot Mess Duet Book 1)

by B. L. Olson

  I pull him down with me, my swollen nipples rubbing against his chest and screaming to be touched at the contact. My whole body is begging for release, to be caressed in all the places that I crave. Tugging his head back towards mine, Wyatt chuckles into my mouth, "Slow down there, Stormy. We have all night."

  He pushes back from the bed and reaches down to take off first one of my sandals followed by the other. He kisses a long trail up my leg, causing me to wiggle in anticipation the closer he gets to the apex of my thighs, and moves to kiss back down the other side. I let out a long groan of frustration, Wyatt looking up at me with both lust and amusement in his eyes.

  I grab for his head and pull him up to crash my lips against his, my heart pounding in anticipation. I kiss Wyatt with abandon, telling him everything I cannot put into words. That since the very day we met, something allured me to him. With each word conveyed I fall for him a little bit more. And with every kiss we share, we are writing a future with considerable promise.

  I reach for the hem of Wyatt's shirt and tug it over his head, trying to rid ourselves of the barriers of clothing between us. He throws the scrap of cotton onto the floor and yanks off my own top to join his own. His pupils dilate as he takes in my breasts, the outline of my pebbled nipples showing through the material of my bra. He palms first one then the other before reaching behind to rid me of it altogether.

  Wyatt gives me a chaste kiss on the mouth before his attention turns to my breasts. He flicks a tongue against one of my nipples, tweaking the other as he does so. I arch my back, trying to gesture with my body that I crave more. I have an urge for more than just his mouth on my breast. I need him inside of me in the worst possible way. I never felt this all-consuming need with Travis, the fire licking through me and straight to my core.

  I reach between us to undo the button on his jeans and slide the zipper down, my hand reaching into his boxers to palm him. Wyatt is faster than I am though and grabs my hand before I can touch him. Giving me a teasing grin he murmurs, "Not so fast there, Stormy. I let you take control and I will never get it back." He kisses me deeply on the mouth, biting my bottom lip before reaching down to unbutton my jean shorts.

  I wiggle to help as he glides them down my hips and tosses them on the floor with rest of the clothing, then stands to take off his own jeans. I sit up on my elbows to watch the show, the cords of his muscular arms rippling as he does so.

  When we are both stripped bare, we take a moment to study each other. While I know it has been a while for me, the look on his face confirms that maybe it has been some time for him as well. Sitting up fully, I run my fingers over his washboard abs. Wyatt is even more built than I could have imagined, and I wonder if he is carved out of marble instead of birthed a real boy.

  No not a boy, man. Because perusing even farther south shows me that Wyatt most definitely is anything but a boy.

  He gives me a lazy smile and pushes me back onto the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me to the edge. Getting on his knees on the floor before me, I only have half a second to realize what he is about to do before he actually does it. He slips one finger into my slick heat, followed by another.

  His grey eyes pool with lust as I attempt to wiggle away from his relentless stroking, the fire licking through me faster than I am ready for it. I try and buck his fingers out of me; after all, there is something else entirely I want there, but he grips my thighs and holds me into place, growling at me that he has to do so, "Annie, hold still. Put your hands above your head and grip the bedspread and don't move." I'm used to being the bossy and demanding one, but with him telling me what to do I can feel the wetness between my thighs increase.

  I do as I am told and Wyatt continues his relentless pursuit of my pending orgasm, stroking and tweaking me at just the right moments. I feel myself start to shake at the building sensations, the heat causing sweat to bead on my skin.

  I am catching fire and Wyatt intends to watch me burn.

  As I almost reach climax he pulls his fingers from me and reaches to the nightstand to his right, pulling open the drawer and searching within. I whimper at the sudden loss of contact, so close to release but denied the end goal. At least for now.

  I hear Wyatt let out a curse under his breath and shakily sit up to take him in. Giving me a look I can only describe as sheepish, he explains, "I swear I had some condoms in here, but I must have thrown them out when I was cleaning out my old place to move."

  I grab his arm and pull him down on top of me, Wyatt catching himself before crushing my petite frame, "I don't freaking care, I have an IUD and if you don't fuck me right this minute Haynes, we are through. Do you hear me?" My voice goes up an octave at the end. A girl has needs and no way am I being denied. Not when we are this freaking close.

  He rolls his eyes at me, but I see a look of relief that we are still protected and could continue pass across his face. I know my mom instilled in me never to have sex without a condom, but I can be a rule breaker. Besides the fact that even though I know the bare minimum about Wyatt, what I do know is that he is careful and not a manwhore. And heaven knows I haven't been with anyone in what feels like a century.

  He reaches an arm beneath me and pulls me back farther on the bed. He gazes down at me with lust in his eyes. "Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are, Annie?" He trails kisses down my collarbone before I grab him and dig the tips of my fingernails in to bring him back to the moment at hand.

  He slicks the tip of his cock on the wetness that is dripping from me before giving me one last out, "Last chance to stop, Stormy."

  I smack his ass and answer, "So help me, Haynes, if you don't do it soon I am going to have to take matters into my own hands."

  He shakes his head and slowly guides himself into me, gritting his teeth as he does so, "Fuck, you are so freaking tight, baby." It's not lost on me, even in the moment of finally getting our freak on, that this is the first time he has used this term of endearment. I find that I don't entirely hate it.

  He pushes in slowly, waiting a moment for me to adjust to him before pushing in a little more. I crash his mouth against mine before arching my back so that he can glide in a little bit further. Wyatt pulls out and thrusts in again, causing a moan to escape my lips, which spurs him on even more.

  I was already so close to climax before he entered me, and with each thrust I find myself reaching that precipice. And before I know it, I am falling over and shouting Wyatt's name as my orgasm rips from me in an explosion.

  Wyatt never slows down, just thrusts harder the closer he gets to his own release. I wrap my fingers in his inky hair and encourage him to find his own. With one last growl, he spurts into me and his thrusts die down until we are both panting and spent.

  We spend a moment still joined, our breathing slowly going back to normal, his forehead resting on mine. Pulling himself from me, he pads to the restroom just off the master bedroom to grab a towel and wet it in the sink. Returning to the bed he cleans me up and then pulls me back into him, his arm wrapped around my waist.

  We lay like that for a while, me starting to doze off when I feel his chest rise and fall with a chuckle. I turn around to poke him. "What the heck is so funny?"

  He gives me a mischievous smile, wrapping a tendril of my hair around his finger and studying it for a long moment before answering, "When I found you playing yourself on the fence that day, I never thought that I would be pleasuring you shortly after."

  I smack his bare chest with the palm of my hand playfully, "You and I both know that I was most certainly not playing with myself. Although I may have a few days later with you on my mind." My eyes don't quite meet his with my admission.

  He grabs the hand I smacked him with just a moment ago and lays a kiss on it. "Can I make a rule that the only hand that is allowed to touch you is my own?"

  I give him a languid smile, "I mean, since you're my boyfriend and all, I guess you can decree that."

  He growls and pulls me closer, his lips brus
hing my own before replying, "Good, because I have a million more places to touch you yet."

  I push him away and roll on top of him, my knees falling to either side of him. Gazing down at him, this man that has enraptured me and captured my heart, I murmur, "Well then we better get going, Gunslinger."

  Chapter 17- Wyatt

  Repercussion #230: Being a recluse and not filling your family in on certain aspects of your life means getting the third degree when you have them all in the same room. And really, you asked for it.

  THREE WEEKS LATER…

  "Can we take the bed with us?" Annie groans out and shoves her pillow over her face to muffle the light and the sound my voice.

  It's late Sunday morning and we have a barbeque at my fathers to be at in a couple hours to celebrate my sister finishing culinary school. Obviously getting my girlfriend out of bed has been an unwinning battle, and not even a cup of coffee or the promise of going down on her later has motivated her to get up.

  I, of course, woke up with the freaking sun due to the fact that my heart felt the need to run a marathon at an ungodly hour. I have been seriously procrastinating disclosing certain events of my past to Annie, and with the impending barbeque I know I am going to have to break down and tell her this morning.

  I'm no stranger to anxiety. The heaviness that weighs on your mind and makes you feel like you are all knotted up and will never be unwound. With the realization that I need to come clean before someone reveals the cause for my damage tonight, came the panic.

  What if Annie agrees with the devil on my shoulder who feels what happened was my fault? What if she never looks at me the same after I tell her the full story? What if, what if, what if.

  And round and round it goes, until I'm clammy and shaking and just praying for Annie to wake up so we can get this out of the way and I'll have the damn answers. That's how my morning has been going, and now I have to get my girlfriend out of bed while I am feeling just freaking awesome.

  I stand over her, my sweaty palms on my hips and bark out, "Annie Taylor Ellis, get out of bed. We have things to do and I need to discuss something with you."

  There's a muffled sigh from the other side of her pillow, "Nothing good ever comes from that statement."

  "I'm not breaking up with you if that's what's your thinking."

  "That's disappointing. Then maybe I could get some decent sleep." She removes the pillow from her face and sits up to say something else but she must see or sense something off because a worried expression crosses her face. Am I visibly shaking? Do I look as stressed as I feel? Tone it down Haynes, you don't want to scare her away before you even tell her the shitty part.

  Annie scooches over towards the edge of the bed, swinging her legs out so that she's sitting on the side. Patting the bed next to her she implores me, "What's weighing on your mind this morning, Gunslinger?"

  I war with myself for a moment but ultimately decide to sit over standing. I clench my hands together in my lap and wonder how I will be able to talk over the clenching in my lungs but somehow I manage, "You know how I told you there was an accident with my former partner?"

  She nods and I take a shallow breath to continue, "While that did happen, there's a little bit more to it than that."

  Annie doesn't look surprised by my admission, and I half wonder if I am being ridiculous for being anxious over revealing the remaining details to her. She reaches over to place a hand on my fists and soothingly responds, "You tell me what you're comfortable with and when you're ready for it."

  I shoot her a grateful smile and some of the panic withdraws, only just a little. Enough though that it leaves room for the usual shame and guilt to grow and burrow closer to my shattered heart. I turn my attention onto our joined hands, not capable of looking her in her eyes for what's coming next, "When I got out of the academy the first partner they assigned me a more seasoned officer named Brielle. She was supposed to show me the ropes and give me the on the job skills I would need in my career.

  "It was immediately apparent we had a lot in common, which was fantastic since we were going to be spending long hours together. We also found though that there was an attraction between us that became harder to ignore. Things with her and I, well they got messy pretty quickly after that. We weren't supposed to be dating, hell the captain should have fired the both of us but instead, he separated us. She took on another rookie and I got passed off on a different cop. We kept seeing each other and things got even more serious."

  I don't want to have to say out loud what comes next, but Annie deserves to know the truth. She needs to know what my past includes and what baggage I bring to our relationship and it's only fair since she unpacked all of hers with me. I can't look her in the eyes even though I know I should. Sucking in as deep a breath as I can manage, I ramble out, "Serious, as in we got married."

  One, two, three, four, five. I lose count of the beats of my heart in the silence surrounding my confession. Oh god, is this what a heart attack feels like? Should it be beating so rapidly that you can hear the wump wump sound?

  Thankfully I don't have to think about that long and work myself up more, because Annie clears her throat and asks hesitantly, "What followed after you got married?"

  My heart slows down to a more normal rate, or as close as it can get when you're about to relive one of the worst moments of your life. Unclenching my hands from each other I grab onto Annie's, clinging to them to keep me here in this moment with her instead of slipping into the past. Her light will guide me back out of the shadows after I get this off my chest, I have to put my trust into that.

  Keeping my eyes trained on our hands, I ask her, "You know those moments where you wake up and everything seems ordinary, but something happens to throw a wrench in that? To remind you that life is anything but ordinary and can screw you over at any point?"

  Her grip on my hand tightens and I finally glance up to look her in her eyes. She appears confused, which considering my odd question I don't blame her. Behind the confusion though, I see emotions I never want to see in her eyes again. Grief, over me and what I'm experiencing. Pity for what she knows is coming. And do I see a bit of jealousy underneath it all as well?

  "Brielle often got called in before I did, especially with more years and training behind her. So when I awoke one morning to her already gone, I thought nothing of it. I got up and got ready for my day, as usual, put on my uniform, and headed off to work." I scrub the palm of my free hand over my face before continuing, "About 15 blocks away from my destination I hit this horrible gridlock traffic in an area not really known for it. I was trapped with no way out and I made a call into the precinct to let them know I would be late and to check to see if they knew what was going on or if they needed back-up.

  "When they connected me straight through to my captain I knew something was wrong. He tried to assure me they didn't need help and would send some officers to get me out of the jam, but I hung up on him before he could tell me why he wanted me out of their so quickly. I think a part of me already knew when I flung open my car door and jogged a block up to where rescue crews were working what I would find."

  Drip, drip, drip, drip. The sound of Brielle's blood hitting the pavement forever haunts me and swallows up all other sounds in my bedroom. I can't hear my breath exhale, can't hear Annie's either, just the dripping of blood and the smell of pennies that is permanently etched into my consciousness. And even though Annie must expect what is coming, I still have to open my mouth and say the words. The ones that I haven't had to tell anyone about what feels like an eternity.

  My voice wavers as I force myself to continue, "A drunk driver had swerved into Brielle's cruiser and killed her on impact, but they hadn't known that yet when I arrived on the scene. They were attempting to pry the cars apart to get to her, but the amount of blood pooling out, I knew there was no hope." My breathing is shallow due to the vice grip on my lungs that the memory causing. I let out a shuddery breath and finish my confession, "I lost my w
ife because a selfish teenager decided to drink and get behind the wheel of a car. And the worst part? Most people expect officer related fatalities to occur because of the profession, but the only reason she was parked where she did was because she was going to run back home and bring me breakfast from our favorite bakery."

  The tears I have been trying to hold back finally free from their dam and flow freely from my eyes. My fault. It was all my fault. We went to bed the night before talking about their damn breakfast sandwiches and she just had to try and surprise me with one. Nothing would ever absolve me of the guilt and I used to think that I never wanted to be.

  Until Annie.

  She lets me sit in the silence and cry, nothing said about the fact that I am supposed to be this big strong man and a woman long dead could reduce me to a blubbering mess. She rubs my back in comfort, waiting for me to compose myself and catch my breath. Once the tears are spent she finally speaks, "I am sure you have been told this before, but that guilt you are feeling over losing Brielle will eat you alive if you don't let go of it. I never knew her, but something tells me that she wouldn't want you to mourn her life for the remainder of your own."

  She is absolutely right, something I have been trying to tell myself for so long but have been unable to do. This moment though, letting Annie in and allowing her a glimpse of what splintered my heart and shattered my soul, is one step closer to being able to do so. I had lost one woman, only to find another. While they are completely different in every single way, I know both have been brought into my life for a specific reason.

  Life is a constant battle of loss, love, and lessons. I experienced all three in my relationship with Brielle and now it's time for me to consider if I am capable of fully opening myself for another round but with Annie. Considering I left out the biggest puzzle piece regarding mine and Brielle's past, I'm not sure if I am quite ready for that. But I sure as hell am going to try and be.