Walker had never been fussed or hovered over by anyone in his entire life. Waverly had worriedly hauled him back to the house, he sat patiently hiding a grin, while she cleaned, disinfected, swabbed and wrapped his cut. His thumb was covered with so much gauze, he looked like a fucking cartoon character when she finally finished, but he didn’t have the heart to take it off after all of her efforts. When she knelt over him blowing on his cut, he could see down her shirt, between her tits falling out of her bra, and her hot breath blowing on him, he was tempted to bend her over the sink and fuck her right there.
Waverly forced him to lay on the sofa, brought him a pillow, covered with a blanket, then ordered him to drink the beer she had handed him, while she made him lunch. A burned grilled cheese sandwich had never tasted so good. And, never in his life had he been such a candy ass over a slight injury, his entire hand was propped up on a pillow – it didn’t even hurt. He wasn’t going to complain, though, he wasn’t going to say a fucking word other than thank you. Having her dote on him, along with all of her kissing, cooing and sweet words was soothing to him. Her feminine hands felt so gentle and comforting, he reveled in the excessive attention she lavished on him. Contentment filled him at having her cuddled up next to him while he watched the game, and he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t be finding a way to injure himself once a week.
They were heading back on Sunday afternoon. Sunday morning he lay in bed, on his side, watching her sleep soundly, her breathing deep and regular. She should be very tired, he had kept her up late into the night doing just about every single thing he wanted to her... Made her cry out his name repeatedly.
He reached out a hand to push the hair off of her face. The October sun had pinked up her cheeks, her honey gold hair, long enough to hang far below her shoulders, was spread all around her. Waverly was vain about her hair and had every right to be, it was gorgeous. He picked up a piece and rubbed it through his fingers, it was so thick and threaded with so many different colors. Earlier in the weekend when he had commented on it, she had informed him that she had gotten it from her mother.
That was the only time she had mentioned anything about her family and he was always careful not to bring it up. She must have been a beautiful child and young teenage girl, he could only imagine how many hearts she had broken through the years. Knowing her, she was probably blissfully unaware of it too. Hell, she didn’t even believe that Benn had a thing for her.
He wondered if she even had any photos of herself when she was that age, given the total and lengthy estrangement from her family, it seemed unlikely. Knowing what he did about her miserable childhood, it didn’t surprise him that she had trust issues, or that she tended to run away when things became uncomfortable for her.
His family was awful, he knew and accepted that, but he had never been hit or suffered any kind of abuse, other than them just not really giving a shit. Walker felt very protective of Waverly, all of her. He wanted to watch over her and make sure that nobody hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt her either, and it scared the ever-loving fuck out of him that he might. He had never done this before, how well could he handle being in a relationship, when he had no experience. It frightened him to think that his longest relationship was with Ann, who he tried to avoid speaking with as much as possible.
“You’re staring at me,” Waverly mumbled, unmoving, her eyes still closed, she smiled sleepily at him.
“Yes.”
“Stop it.”
“You are a very beautiful woman, Waverly Matthews.”
Smoothing his fingers down her flushing cheeks, his gaze held her still sleepy eyes.
“All of the things I do to you in bed, and you blush when I tell you that you’re beautiful?”
Her heart skipped a beat, “Walker..I”
He quieted her by kissing her, then pulled her in tightly to him.
“Jesus,” he groaned when his hands moved down sliding over her ass, clutching, groping and squeezing.
“Your ass is so fucking perfect,” he mumbled into her shoulder as he roughly squeezed it again.
Sharing time was over. His fingers moved closer and closer to her pussy as he stroked her ass, she waited restlessly, so ready for him to advance. Laying in an antique bed, miles from the city, in some of the most beautiful land in the state, but nothing existed outside of him and his hands on her. Sliding his hands, slowly, closer and closer, tracing lightly, back and forth, her hand twitching on his neck.
Waverly willing allowed him to turn and adjust so she was situated her on hands and knees, his hot mouth kissing and biting her back leaving marks he would proudly run his fingers over later.
Turning her head to look back at him, she caught their reflection in the rustic mirror across the room, the explicit view of them together this way was shocking to her, the erotic image arousing her further. Walkers large, tan hands gripping her hips, his body strong and sculpted, totally focused on watching himself slide into her. His large, muscular body confined her, his jaw strained with his movements, one hand reaching for her sexed up hair streaming in waves down her back.
“Mine. Wave, Mine.”
The image of them, his controlling hands, and commanding erotic words, finally sent her over the edge. Writhing and shuddering, she watched in the mirror as his body paused then released into her.
Finally collapsed, warm and content legs and arm and hands tangled in each other. Waverly was calm and satiated, starting to fade into sleep. Walker Lying half on top of her, Walker’s head resting low on her abdomen, his fingers tracing back and forth over the bite mark he left, the day before, this one on her hip.
“Wave?”
“Hmm?”
She opened her eyes slightly, tipping her head down, he was busy watching his hand move over her.
“Was it good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Wave?”
“Hmm?”
“You watched in the mirror, didn’t you?”
His lips tipped up slightly, his eyes crinkled a bit at the corners, his voice both proud and teasing at the same time.
“Yes.”
His eyes looked up to her finally, pausing, as if he needed to decide whether to verbalize the rest of his thoughts.
“Good. Did you see?”
“Us, together? Yes.”
“No Wave, did you see that you’re mine?
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Throughout the next two weeks, Waverly texted Walker and Walker texted Waverly, many times a day. He was happy-ish and she was cautiously optimistic. They were in a very good place, and although it was unspoken, they were together.
She sent him Ray Montagne CD, he sent her a twin set from Nordstrom’s. In the middle of the week they met for lunch and had sex in his office on his desk, which was interrupted by Ann, Walker and Waverly were more flustered than she was. The next day they met late for drinks at the whiskey bar, he got her tipsy and on the way home forced his driver to pull over and get out of the car so they could have sex. She sent him a Captains hat for his boat, he sent her a very tiny tee shirt that said, ‘So Nauti”. She wore it for him with nothing else, he spent the night at her place, both were happily late for work the following morning.
One night they went out very late walk, holding hands, Waverly opened up about her childhood to him. He was so horrified, he had to stop himself from putting his hand over her mouth to stop her from telling him more. There were no tears, her face was resolute as she recounted, what he could tell was just the surface of her nightmarish childhood.
He knew her well enough to hide any feeling of pity, instead, he told the truth, that she was one of the strongest people he had ever met. That he found her courage and tenacity admirable and then warned her to make sure that he never had the opportunity to meet them because he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions if he did. It was his complimentary words and heartfelt oa
th of protection that did her in, as soon as the words were out of his mouth she was sobbing in his arms. Walker couldn’t stand it. It unnerved him to hear the devastation in her tears, hear the pain in her voice. He held her, consoled her, even watched a chick flick with her, When she had dozed of in the middle of it, he sat just staring, thinking what sucker he was for her. The next day he sent her six dozen tulips, with a card that said, ’I wasn’t there to keep you safe in the past, but I will keep you safe in the future’.
The sex was amazing every time. Business was good for both of their companies. Benn was still rattled over something, Anne just smiled, and Kate was Kate.
Walker knew logic dictated that nothing was ever this good for long, something was going to fuck it all up.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“I have business out of town. I’m leaving tonight, in a few hours. I wanted to say goodbye,” Walker announced, in his steady, calm voice.
“Well, that was an amazing goodbye, Mr. Rike.”
Waverly reached out for his hand, as they lay side by side on the floor. Walker laced their fingers together, resting their hands on his chest.
”Where are you going?”
Kicking both of her feet up, she flexed and pointed her toes, admiring her pedicure.
He had fallen on her the minute he walked in, desperate for her, as if they hadn’t seen each other in days. They had both worked late and he had gone to his apartment first to change before coming to her. Kissing her breathless when she answered the door, taking them both to the floor right in front of the door. They were still there, lying side by side, holding hands looking straight up at her ceiling.
“I have to go to LA.”
“Lucky you. How long will you be gone?” She pressed, still pointing and flexing.
“Three days, maybe only two if things go well.”
A very long pause, Waverly could feel the steady beat of his heart where their clasped hands rested on his chest.
“You’re awfully quiet Wave, and that’s never a good sign. What are you thinking?”
“Are we still just buddies?” Waverly whispered. She could feel his head turn and tip to look down at her. Still looking at her toes, she avoided his eyes.
“What you want Wave? Do you want to be together?”
Half of him worried that she would say yes, the other half even more concerned that she would say no. Walker wondered how she couldn’t know already, how she couldn’t feel it, that she belonged to him. Didn’t she see it when she watched them fucking in the mirror? Did she feel what he felt?
Turning her body to him, she wrapped her arms tight around his neck, pressing her mouth to his strong shoulder. Kissing him and licking, then nipping his tattoo, until he groaned out a harsh breath.
“I love your mouth on me Baby, but I know you’re avoiding my question.”
Her head resting on his shoulder, she looked up into his eyes only a few inches from hers. His free hand reached out to brush her hair back, as he waited for her answer.
“I think, that’s what I want. Or, do you want to wait another six years and then try again,” she tried to joke.
“Wave,”
There was a cautionary tone in his voice.
“I don’t think Anne would be very happy, though,” she laughed. “You may want to hide her letter opener...”
In her mind, Anne dressed like M in the Bond movies, bossy, chic, delivered his mail, then pulled out a...
“Waverly.” He shook her gently, trying to recapture her attention.
“What?” She asked innocently, dropping her feet to the ground with a thump, finally looking at him.
“You...are a fucking nut,” he whispered, a little bit of the crinkle, she loved so much, returning to the corners of his eyes. She nodded, smiling a bit, still seeing Anne with the letter opener.
“I do, Way. I know that I do,” he assured her, his eyes serious again.
“Do what?”
Sitting up, he sighed, looking away from her, his urge to touch her again, made him clench his fingers into fists to stop himself. He looked at her again, spread out naked right there next to him, her body warm and flushed from the sex they just had, hair spread out in a golden halo. This was his chance to keep her all to himself, away from any other man, and he wouldn’t fuck it up.
“This started out as just really great sex, that’s what we agreed to. It’s what we both wanted.”
Walker rubbed his jaw, would voicing his thoughts out loud, make her run to him, or run away from him. Waverly was unpredictable, always capable of shredding a calculated risk, and that made him wary.
“Now, I want more.”
Uncomfortable with any emotional declaration, particularly when he didn’t know how it would be received, Walker suddenly stood up, zipped up, then reached down to pull her up to him. Grabbing her panties she wiggled into them, and he helped her into the cami she had been wearing earlier.
“I know what I want, Walker,” she answered his question softly, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
“Tell me,” he ordered, his arms folding her to him even tighter, his lips brushing the top of her head. She took a deep breath.
“I don’t want this to stop, not the sex, us. I want us to be together, dating, whatever you want to call it. I don’t want you to be with anyone else unless you want that...me with someone else?”
Pulling her head back from him, she wanted to see if he was horrified by her answer, she chewed on her lower lip, nervously.
“Fuck Wave. You know I want to kill anyone who touches you. So, definitely, no. No other people.
His finger reached out to pull her lip free from her mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat. His arms around her felt so good and right, she realized that she had desperately wanted to hear those words from him, and she never wanted him to let him go. To anyone else, or at all.
“So no Cece Vandercrest?”
He snorted. Removing her physically from him, he held her at arms lengths. His eyes traveled over her, from her wavy, tangled hair to the sexy black satin panties and cami that she had slipped back on. He wondered how she could think he would ever want any other woman. She’s fucking beautiful, he thought to himself. She’s mine. I own her. I won’t let anyone else have her.
“She’s a family friend, Wave, and that’s all she’ll ever be. Now let’s talk about you. No whiskey bars, no bar fights, no driving around with boys you lend your car to, and don’t fucking even think about going out in public in those little shorts...and no Benn?”
“You don’t like my shorts,” she pouted at him teasingly.
“I fucking love those shorts. I just don’t want anyone else to see you in them.”
“Wow, you really don’t trust me, do you? How many times do we need to cover this Benn thing, he is just a friend.”
Walker snorted, then slowly shook his head.
“Stop. We’re going to disagree. I don’t want to argue with you before I leave.”
“Walker...”
“And..., I don’t want you to throw something else at me – your aim is getting better every time,” he explained grinning at her.
Pulling back from his chest, she glared up at him.
“Just kiss me, and tell me that you’ll miss me. And, after you text your five thousand friends, text me too,” he demanded, pulling her back into him.
She nodded against his chest.
He gave her a smacking kiss on the lips.
“I’ll call you later, Hippie Girl”
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Waverly was cleaning up her kitchen, after making herself a salad, listening to her favorite ‘I’m Happy’ playlist, and answering texts. Grinning to herself, Walker was often annoyed with the time she spent time on her phone. Grumbling that it was rude, she was convinced that he just didn’t lik
e her attention being diverted from him. Even physically taking the phone out of her hand, then hiding it from her, if he was particularly grouchy. Obviously, she needed to put up more of a fight, but when he wanted her undivided attention, it was easy to give in. They usually ended up naked, and naked Walker was always a win for her.
Word had gotten out that they were spending a lot more time together, and her phone was lit up with gossipy inquiries from friends about what exactly was going on between her and Walker.
Certainly, it fueled the gossip further, that the slightest thought of him, made her smile, made her heart do a little flip. Referring to the man as attractive was damning him with faint praise. The slight edge of darkness, matched with his natural confidence, and bossiness caused many, maybe even most, people to fear him. Waverly understood that about him. But, she had witnessed what was behind the veneer, she didn’t fear him at all, actually, of all of the men she had been with, Walker was the most giving to her, of gifts and in bed.
The thought of him in bed was overpowering, sex between them was perfect, perfect for her, controlling, dominant and demanding, then sweet and giving. In some ways, she was surprised and not surprised, by his admission that he wanted more between them. She didn’t know how he behaved with other women in his life but with her, he was a jealous and territorial man, jealous of her body and her time. His thoughts on Benn had really thrown her. Although Benn was still behaving oddly around her as if was hiding, or was guilty of something. For years they had shared everything, stopping short of sharing any sexual details, of course, but everything else. Whatever was going on with him, this was just not normal behavior from him. It did worry her, but she had learned long ago in their friendship, that Benn needed his time to process, pushing him to talk would only cause him to become more distant. When Benn was ready to confide, he would.
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