CHAPTER EIGHT
Waverly got very little sleep but was up and moving, coffee in hand, checking email on her laptop. Sitting in the kitchen still wearing only the white tank and booty shorts - let him see in the cold light of day what he threw away so easily. Coffee was ready and waiting when she stumbled bleary-eyed out to the kitchen, he must have made it and set the timer. Thoughtful dumbfuck, wasn’t he, now if he would just stay locked in his room, away from her until she left for the shoot.? Wandering over to the connected great room with her mug, she thought watching the morning news might get help her mind off of him. Leaning over the enormous coffee table she eyed the numerous remotes trying to figure out which of them would operate the flat screen.
“Damn Hippie Girl, you look amazing.”
She shrieked, some of her coffee sloshed out of her cup onto the table. Turning to glare at him, she found him casually leaning against the kitchen island, worn jeans again, work boots, wife beater showing off his tattoo, baseball cap on his head. His shirt, wet with sweat was plastered to his chest, a pair of work gloves gripped in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
Smirking at her, his eyes unashamedly surveying her barely dressed body.
“Fucking love those shorts.”
Good. Asshole. Putting on a sultry smiled, she turned slowly so he could get the full effect.
“Your little blue blood fiancée doesn’t wear anything like this?”
She purred, reaching up to push her hair back and thrusting her breasts out at him. Walker smirk faded, his hand tightening on the water bottle, then he pushed away from the counter, standing squarely in front of her, arms crossed in obvious annoyance.
“I see that you’re enjoying throwing that in my face. But it’s not going to stop me. I don’t want her, I never fucked her. I want you. You want me. I know that you’re very angry and too stubborn to admit it, but you do. I don’t want to, but I’ll wait it out.”
Taking a drink from his water bottle, she watched as he reached up and drew his hand across his mouth. Looking her over head to toe one more time, he sauntered away. Confident. Arrogant. Sexy as hell bastard.
She did want him, would it be so bad to go back to just using each other for sex. She could play his game now, as long as she kept her heart under lock and key, maybe she could do it... This time he had admitted he had feelings for her so when she was done with him, and his body, she would simply walk away, and hopefully he would be hurt. This was a brilliant plan and she couldn’t wait to see how he would react to the suggestion. Why wait? He was probably in the shower right now trying to wash the sweat off of his chest, and arms, and abs, and he loved shower sex, it was the perfect time to propose the idea to him. He had been clear that he wanted her again, there was no way he would say no.
Pushing open his bedroom door, he turned, not in the shower yet, he was looking down at his cell phone, his broad tan back facing her. The arm holding the cell phone bulged with the tattoo she loved to run her hand over, she could tell he sensed her presence.
Without turning he raised his head questioning, “You’ve forgiven me already?”
“We were great at sex, weren’t we?.”
Eyebrows raised he turned to face her, “We were great at everything we did together.”
“But really great at sex, right?”
“The greatest,” he agreed, their eyes locked on each other.
“And you still want me?
Looking down at his cock swelling and hard for her already, she felt empowered.
“I will always want you,” he agreed, patiently watching her, waiting for her next move.
As always when it came to Waverly he had no idea where this was coming from, but he could see the wheels in her mind spinning. Exactly who was winning in this, he wondered.
“I’m glad,” she whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to trace her fingers over the tattoo. The tribal band was done when he was young and foolish, he had explained, to prove he that he was a badass and endure the pain. The Latin saying was his motto, they were a part of him and she loved them both.
“Waverly?”
His hand reached up and slid around her neck under her hair. Her heart beat a little faster. He leaned forward until his forehead was resting against hers.
“You are mine,” he insisted soft and low, “and this is what you want?”
His eyes roaming slowly over her face.
She nodded.
When he lowered his mouth to hers, she almost moaned out loud with relief. How could someone so alpha, so strong and domineering be so gentle? It wasn’t right. His lips were warm and soft, almost gentle, he had been so awful to her but he kissed her so reverently now. The hand tangled in her hair was joined by his other hand, both gripping sides of her head, tilting and manipulating it so his tongue could consume more of her. And even more, deeper, his fingers massaging her scalp. Humming into his mouth, her body pressed fully against him, her hands slid up and around his neck pulling him into her. She was winning this, it was just a kiss, Waverly told herself, just an opening move, leading to just sex – nothing more.
One hand moved to her ass, touching, and squeezing possessively. His mouth moved along her jaw, she felt his rough stubble, he murmured into her ear.
“Mine.”
The reality of his words hit her like a slap. Her eyes flew open and she shoved him back with both hands, gasping for air as she pulled back from him.
“No,” she cried out shaking her head vehemently, her hair flying.
He was breathing hard, his cock was hard, his eyes narrowed and he took a step toward her.
“No?” He questioned.
“Just sex. Nothing more. You look like you’re up for that,” she looked down at his erection pointedly.
His eyes narrowed further, his mouth flattened into an angry thin line.
”Are you fucking kidding me. No. Not ‘just sex’. I am not going to be your fuck toy,” he snarled at her.
So the infamous manwhore of Chicago did not enjoy being reduced to a plaything. Perfect, she thought smiling up at him. If he wasn’t so angry and she wasn’t a tiny bit afraid of his reaction, she would have laughed out loud at his outrage.
“I told you that I wanted more.”
“Well, I don’t, Walker. Just sex. That’s all.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Walker whispered, stepping forward and reaching out to drag his thumb across her bottom lip.
“Have I offended your delicate upper-class sensibilities,” she taunted him, eyes wide and a saccharine smile on her face.
“More or nothing, Hippie Girl,” he told her, then turned on his heel and slammed the bathroom door behind him.
CHAPTER NINE
More or nothing, my ass, Waverly thought to herself again as she slammed the guest house door loudly behind her. No sound, which hopefully meant Walker wasn’t there yet since shooting had just wrapped for the day. Maybe she had convinced him to give up after their little showdown that morning, but she doubted it, he was a remarkably stubborn man when he wanted something. She found no sign of him as she covertly peeked around while grabbing a water bottle then headed to her room. She had devised a plan for tonight if he did show up. She had been working to reduce her phone addiction since ‘the asshole incident’ as she referred to it, but it was imperative that she get input from her girls today, not just Kate. So her phone had been blowing up all day with advice on the absolute best strategy to persuade Walker to agree to her ‘just sex’ plan. Tonight she was going with plan A.
After showering she blew her hair dry, leaving it down and wavy, giving it a messy, sex hair look - a look he loved. She shimmied and arranged herself into a new, tiny, blood-red, dress, the tag still attached. It was extremely low cut in the back, stopping just an inch or two above her ass, which also meant no bra. Turning every which way in front of a mirror, examining herself, she admired the dress. Much, much shorter than she had ever worn and clingy with skin tight, sleeves which came down half w
ay over her palms, a low scooped neckline showed off a generous amount of cleavage. Slipping on stiletto heels, and fluffing her hair, she decided the overall look was perfect, sexy and more than a little slutty. Perfect for clubbing, which she wasn’t actually doing but needed to look like she was. Some dramatic smoky eye makeup, bright red lipstick and she was finished.
‘More or nothing’ she mimicked in a Walker style baritone. Say ‘nothing’ to me now, dumbfuck asshole.
Waverly texted Kate and the rest of the girls a selfie before plopping down on the bed to wait. Hopefully, a couple sips of her lemon drop would reduce her anxiety level. She felt exhilarated, and after this morning’s close contact with Walker, she wanted to have sex - with him. The front door opened and closed. Perfect. The cab she was paying a fortune to keep parked and waiting in front of the house was here and waiting, she had checked.
“Waverly,“ he soft knocked on the door and reached his head in announcing, “There’s a cab here for you?”
Standing in front of the dresser reapplying blush she turned to face him. A full frontal assault, batting her eyes she answering sweetly, “Okay, thanks”
His eyebrows soared then slammed back down. Watching Walker’s reflection as he shook his head slightly, she hid her grin, pointedly ignoring his presence.
“Going out?”
Standing with one hand gripping each side of the doorway his face was the picture of calm, his demeanor passive, but his grip on the door frame was tight enough that his knuckles were white.
“Clubbing. I’m meeting the girls in town.”
Turning back to the mirror her eyes flicked to him briefly. His eyes heated, as they took in the low cut of the back of her dress, she watched, pleased that he was affected. Having moved all of the way into the room, he leaned lazily against the wall, arms folded, legs crossed at the ankle Dressed now in a polo shirt and another pair of jeans, his tan feet were bare. His tan set off his blue eyes, even with the glowering look on his face, and her heart beat a little faster.
“Walker?”
His eyes slow to move away from her body, finally lifted to meet hers in the mirror.
“Yes?”
“The tag is still on my dress, could you get it for me?”
Holding up a pair of manicure scissors she waved them at him.
“Sure.”
There was the brooding man of few words she remembered. She spun slowly around as he advanced allowing him the full effect of her efforts.
His eyes widened as they dropped down to her breasts, which were very much on display.
“Nice dress,” he growled, staring down at them.
“Thanks, I love the way it feels,” she chirped, “The tag is in the back.”
Swiveling back to face the mirror, a bit of her hair whipped him as she turned. Sticking her ass out slightly for effect, she twisted the top half of her around fumbling for the tag.
Batting her hand away, he reached under the fabric of the dress to for the tag, she had to bite back a moan, remembering quickly that it was she who was trying to affect him. Watching him in the mirror, his other hand smoothed around to rest lightly on her hip, the heat of his hand radiating through the skimpy material of her dress. Looking up and locking eyes with her, she sucked in a breath, the air in the room seemed to heat and thicken. Reaching around her, he set the tag and scissors down on the dresser, that same hand then reached around spanning her ribs, his thumb gliding back and forth on the underside of her breast. His eyes darkened as they both watched his hand slide higher and his thumb brushed lightly back and forth over that one nipple.
Walker pulled his eyes away from hers to watch his thumb move over her, both of her nipples pronounced now.
“Are you watching me touch you?”
His head rested down close to her ear, his voice was low and raspy.
“Yes.”
He slid both hands up to the edge of her neckline, slowly pulling the entire top of the dress, down, down, until both of her breasts were exposed and the neckline rested below pushing them up higher.
“Jesus, Waverly...you are so fucking beautiful.”
Both of his hands were cupping her breasts, weighing, holding, gripping, looking down she watched his hands move on her. Leaning back into him, she reached one hand up around his neck, curling it into his hair pulling it lightly. Hearing his breath grow more ragged, she pushed her ass back grinding it into his erection. Reaching out for the bottom of her dress he lifted it up to her waist in one quick pull, she heard him groan when his hands circled the lace band of her thong, quickly shoving it down until it dropped to the floor.
This was progressing exactly as she had planned. Every part of her felt swollen and wet for him, pushing back harder, she surrounded his dick with her ass. So good, he felt so good, she was so close. Blinking her eyes open, he was staring at her in the mirror, his mouth an angry line, reaching one hand up to her jaw and forcing her head forward to keep meeting his eyes. His eyes focused, sharp and bright, he ground himself back into her, a slight tip up of the corner of his lips.
“You mine, Hippie Girl?”
A moan was all she could get out before it hit her that her plan had backfired. And, she really wanted him.
“Walker,” she pleaded.
“Need a yes or a no, baby. You mine?”
Walker ground into her harder, his eyes boring into her through her reflection in the mirror.
“Fuck buddies,” she finally breathed out, so close.
He pulled away from her immediately, causing her to fall forward, breathing hard her head falling down, her hair hiding her like a curtain. No. No. Noooo. She almost had him, had it.
“All or nothing.”
After a couple deep breaths, she raised her head - Walker was gone.
Hours later her phone beeped with a text from Dumbfuck Asshole.
“There is a great war in me that I could forget you exist and the truth that you are everything there is.”
CHAPTER TEN
Walker was not a happy man, going over some paperwork at the desk in the guest house bedroom, and avoiding the texts asking if he had won her back yet. Though it had only been a few days his confidence was waning, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to win her over. Emotions were so difficult to predict and understand, particularly Waverly’s, business was logic, numbers and common sense, things he could control He liked control, he had almost lost it last night.
Benn was proving to be a surprisingly supportive ally, even Kate had offered up a few suggestions for him, and both had agreed that as the owner of the farm he should attend the get-together tonight. Weighing the pros and cons of the idea, he agreed that getting her alone in front of a group of people might be a damn good idea, she wouldn’t be able to run. Or, try to seduce him again, showing him her tight, lush body in a next to nothing dress.
He was frustrated, having spent a considerable amount of time in a cold shower with only his hand and memories of what she looked like in that dress. Last night. Fuck, the image of her in that dress was burned on his brain, every time he closed his eyes that was all he could see. It had taken everything he had in him to walk out of that room and away from her last night. He questioned whether he should throw all caution to the wind and just given in to her, thinking that she would she acknowledge her true feelings for him during sex. It was obvious that her amazing body still wanted him, the same way it had before, she had been so ready for him last night, so close. If he caved and just touched her, just tasted, he was certain her defenses would melt away and he could force her, to be honest about her feelings for him. Make her admit the truth. Make her his again.
First, though, he had to get her to forgive him. He had to have her in his life, but not on her fucked up friends with benefits terms. At one point, sure that had been fine, perfect even, now, however, he had feelings for her, strong feelings. Since childhood, he hadn’t wanted to care about anybody, and that had been working well for him really. The lifestyle that line of thought
provided him had been perfect, sex with anybody he wanted, pretty much whenever he wanted. Now, he didn’t want anyone else, and he damn sure didn’t want her to want anyone else. As a man used to getting what he wanted, he irrationally felt that she should be all his, only his, no one else should ever touch her. A barbaric thought he knew but that was how he felt.
He was consumed with constant thoughts of her, but it was something he couldn’t control - he had tried. He knew he was very singled minded when he wanted something and that had always worked to his advantage before, but Waverly was an unpredictable, a wild card. Sure, she would allow him to control her when he got her into bed, but she wanted that. He just had to find a way to get her to admit that she wanted him again.
So he would be attending the damn dinner tonight whether he wanted to or not.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Waverly was enjoying a New Fashioned, very similar to an old fashioned, Kevin had explained, but the sugar cube was replaced with maraschino and a hint of blackberries, it was delicious. Maybe it was time to give up her beloved Lemon Drops and try some new things in life, a lot of new things.
Work had gone on until late afternoon, so far ahead of schedule that they had nothing left for tomorrow. Booked talent got paid regardless, free to leave if they chose, but Kevin had been at her side since she had entered the big house for dinner. Fixing her drink, standing and sitting next to her wherever she went. Her ego was somewhat bruised from Walker’s rejection last night so she was enjoying his focused attention. As his hand settled on the small of her back she realized she had zoned out of the conversation. Kevin bit back a small grin, moving his hand a little lower and drawing her a bit closer to him, leaning in close and asking if she would like another drink. Embarrassed that she had zoned out in front of the group she enthusiastically agreed to the drink refill he offered.
Turning to set her empty drink down, determined to engage herself in the conversation, she noticed Walker standing with Benn deep in conversation across the room. Walker, his arms crossed defiantly, was openly glaring at her. Dumbfuck asshole, well he had his chance last night and had been very clear with his thanks, but no thanks. Fuck him, she thought. Kevin didn’t seem like a man who would pass up anything she offered, wouldn’t it be interesting to see what Walker thought about that? Kevin returned handing her a fresh drink, she smiled brightly at him and cooed a thank you. He beamed a wide smile at her moving in a little closer.
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