“Anyway, I have to get back to the shop.”
“I’ll drive you back, I have to pass by there anyway.”
I stand and grab my purse, taking one of the containers off the table and heading for the door without looking over at him. I get in my truck and lean over the center seat to pop up the lock on the passenger door, sitting back before putting my seatbelt on. Wyatt takes both containers onto his lap, and Interpol’s- “Pace is the Trick” comes through the speakers as I start the old truck. Wyatt sits down, his massive legs tucking in between the dashboard and seat. So I take the carrier from him and situate them on the seat between us.
“Thank you,” he says and I can feel his eyes on me.
I don’t reply, just put the truck into gear and head down Main Street. The song changes into Calla - “Strangler” and the bass thumps through the truck. It’s sexy and immediately makes me think of inappropriate things with the man beside me.
“This is hot,” he says softly.
For whatever reason, I assume he means the coffee so I say nothing and bring the truck to a stop at the red light.
When the line, “if you strangle me” is breathed out by the singer, I’m mortified, instantly wondering what it would be like to do that with Wyatt.
“You like that Daisy?” his voice is low and reminds me of his tone when we do things together, and my body trembles. “Hands on your throat when you’re having sex?”
I wonder if he’s asking out of genuine curiosity or just trying to see if it embarrasses me.
“I’m not sure,” I state honestly and look over at him. “You?”
His eyes are liquid, his lips parted and I see he’s asking in seriousness, and unconsciously I lick my lips.
“I think so, never tried it before,” his eyes watch my tongue slip over my lower lip, “you want to try it with me-”
His words cut off by the horn honking behind us, and I glance up to see the light’s turned green. I focus back on driving the vehicle, making the next left and midway down the street, pulling into the lot of the shop. I park and look over at Wyatt who’s still staring at me with the look of question.
“Yes, I want to try it with you,” I whisper.
His eyes search my face, then he swallows and inhales deeply before saying, “Then break up with that boyfriend of yours,” opening the door and retrieving the coffees.
I watch as he walks toward the shop, but I notice nothing other than thinking about the words I just said, so much for making his ass work for it. I get home and call Blake, like a coward, I break up with him over the phone. He take’s it surprisingly well, which makes me feel a little better, maybe he also felt it wasn’t working. Irys calls me on her lunch break and tells me we’re going out to another club in Beaver Falls, I don’t really want to go out again tonight, but I will for her. I get some drawing done, think about Wyatt, pick my sister up from volleyball camp, and think about Wyatt some more. I’m folding laundry at the kitchen table in the loft when there’s a soft knock, then my dad’s voice on the other side
“Yeah?” I ask.
He opens the door and looks in, first toward the living space before finding me adjacent from there.
“Got a minute?” he asks stepping inside.
“Sure, what’s up?” I ask, reaching for the remote to the stereo and turning down the volume on Grimes- “REALiTi.”
“I saw you earlier, dropping Wyatt off,” he says coming over to the table and reaching into my laundry basket to help me fold.
“Yeah? We were both at the coffee shop, I offered him a ride,” I shrug.
“I just want to - he’s going through a lot right now-”
“Dad, we’re just friends,” I say.
“I know, but I mean, you’re both attractive young people…I just, I don’t want you to spend time with him and it becomes more and then he breaks your heart.”
I give him a questioning look.
“Breaks my heart?” I ask accusatorily.
“I mean, Daisy,” he sighs not meaning to start a debate. “I just know he’s got a lot going on, he’ll eventually go back to school, you’ll be going to school, he needs to stay focused, you need to stay focused.”
“You’re being silly, we’re just friends,” I repeat.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I just want to make sure you stay on track this summer,” he tells me.
“I get it, Dad,” I tell him and see he’s looking at me like he does when he wants to talk more.
I’m dreading him continuing because I know he wants to talk to me about college. I then look down to see he’s obliviously holding one of my thongs.
“Uh, Dad,” I nod down at his hands.
He looks down and in reaction quickly balls them up and throws them back into the laundry basket, I smile at him and watch as he shakes his head slightly while closing his eyes I assume to erase that memory.
“All right, well, time for dinner soon,” he says backing toward the door.
“Oh, I’m going out with Irys,” I tell him.
He nods then says, “Be safe, I love you.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
As I continue folding laundry, I think about my dad and Wyatt’s words. My dad clearly doesn’t want Wyatt and me to be together, and Wyatt says he only wants a fuck buddy relationship. It doesn’t bother me that that’s what Wyatt wants, and maybe it should. But I agree with my dad, we both have a lot going on, the summer is just a break of life and I still feel like I did before Wyatt left for Montana. If I can distract him from everything that’s going on, maybe he can get back to school this semester and it will also get Dornan off his back.
I eat a bowl of cereal and then throw on a black and grey pleated skirt, a Distillers black and white band t-shirt and my combat boots. Loosely pulling my hair into a messy ponytail while freeing my long bangs to drape across my eyes, I rim my eyes with black liner and mascara before texting to ask Irys where she is, when I hear a honk outside. I go down through the inside of the garage and out the doors to her car parked in the driveway, I get in and she’s still wearing that yellow dress from earlier as she gives me a bright smile.
“So, what’s the occasion?” I ask as we start down the freeway.
“Rupert’s gonna be out and I didn’t want to meet him alone. He wants to act like this is a date, but watch, when we get there, he’ll have his boys with him.”
“So, are you guys fuck buddies?” I ask in the means of research.
“I try not to be,” she sighs. “I mean I want more, but I don’t. When we sleep together and that’s it, I feel gross and he knows it. So every so often he tries to make me feel better by asking me to come out…but then it always turns out that it’s me hanging with him and his friends.”
“So, why don’t you just stop seeing him?”
“Because that dick is sooooo good,” she groans.
Causing us to both giggle.
“Why do you feel gross after? I mean, you come right? He makes you feel good? Isn’t that enough?” I ask in confusion.
“Yeah he totally makes me come. It’s just the idea of being only a vagina to him, I know if I ignored him he wouldn’t try to contact me. I want to be someone a guy can’t live without, can’t go a day without talking to. It’s all emotional for me as opposed to physical.”
I think about that, Wyatt fingering me in the club didn’t make me feel gross afterward, it made me want him even more. Is there something wrong with me? Granted, we haven’t had intercourse yet, but I don’t think it’ll make me feel bad about myself. Maybe I’m being naïve in my thought process, maybe I will feel awful and used afterward, but I’m so willing to test it out. We pull into the parking lot of the Chameleon Club and park all the way in the back since it’s full. We have to wait in line for a few minutes before we’re carded and let in, we pay the cover and I’m instantly assaulted by some terrible pop metal music. This must be how Irys feels when she goes to the Pink Lagoon, I can’t stand this crowd of meat-headed guys who don’t get a
hint and act like assholes. The waitresses are dressed in little booty shorts and see-thru t-shirts and bras are apparently frowned upon by management.
“Over there,” Irys tells me and I turn to see her start walking over to a set of booths.
Rupert’s there with a group of guys and we both must notice at the same time, because Irys turns to me and mouths, “Told you.”
We walk up to the table and then Rupert slides over to allow room for us to sit, but it’s barely enough for both of us and I have to cross my legs in toward the table to put more weight on one side of my ass so I don’t fall out of the booth. Rupert hollers out names in introduction, but I can’t really pretend to care, this atmosphere has me edgy and a little irritated. A waitress comes over and asks what we want to drink, leaning down to put cocktail napkins in front of us and practically slapping me in the face with her tits.
“Beer,” Irys tells her.
“And you?” she asks me.
“Jack and Coke.”
Irys tucks into Rupert and begins whispering to him, so I turn my attention to the crowd. There are people dancing, girls seeming belligerent as they bump and grind for the attention of the males. I take notice of two girls, practically fucking as they eye someone I can’t see just off the dance floor. They touch and tug at the hem of one another’s shirts, while one slides her hands up the skirt of the other’s. I shake my head but find it comical. This goes on for a while, and I don’t know why I’m still watching, maybe to see how far they go for the attention. I notice over toward where they keep looking thin out, and I try to see if I can catch a glimpse of the lucky guy. Inhaling sharply when I see Wyatt there, he’s leaning over the high-top table with his elbows on the surface and sipping from his beer bottle. Even with a baseball hat on, I know it’s him, and instantly I feel that charge of need when I see him lately. His navy t-shirt is tight over his massive shoulders, and I swallow seeing his bicep flex as he raises the beer to his lips again, the bottle looking tiny in his massive paw of a hand. Then I notice Nolan and Evan standing there as Nolan smacks his hand on his brother’s arm and says something to him, causing Wyatt to nod. But now I don’t know who the girls are really trying to catch the eye of, until Nolan and Evan make their way out to the floor and to the girls who practically squeal that they’ve achieved their goal. Wyatt’s at the table alone, and I find myself gravitating toward him, thinking about what he did to me last night. I turn to tell Irys I’ll be right back, but she’s making out with Rupert now, so I down my drink and make my way through the crowd over to him. Approaching from behind, I bite my lip and stand behind him. Reaching out a tentative hand, I run it up along his spine and he stands straight, turning to see me. I give him a smile and move to his side, leaning my elbow on the tall table.
“Hi,” I say then mockingly gasp as I look up at the logo on his hat. “Did you play baseball at Plantain High?”
One side of his mouth curls up. “Yeah,” he replies.
“I thought that was you, you were the pitcher, or first base, or quarterback or something, right?” I ask.
Now he fully smiles at me. “Pitcher.”
I love the way he’s looking at me right now, eyes twinkling with playfulness and the way I’m acting, then they drop to my lips.
Snapping my fingers, I say, “I thought I recognized that ass, those baseball pants, bless the person who invented those.” I sigh dreamily.
“My ass huh?” he asks with raised brows.
“Oh yeah, and I could make out the lines of your jock strap, made me wet every time I sat in the stands.”
His eyes widen just before I turn to face the dance floor, I did NOT mean to actually say that, but fuck.
“Did it?” he asks leaning closer to me.
I turn back and bite my lower lip before nodding my head.
“Why did it make you wet?” he asks, and shit if his voice doesn’t feel like we’re not in a loud noisy bar. It’s like we’re just two people sitting together, his voice intimate and I can hear it so clearly.
“I didn’t know then, but now I think it was the idea of what your ass looks like when you fuck.”
I can’t help myself, my filter clearly dissolves with him, I don’t want it to but obviously my brain has no say in this. He just looks at me, and I reach up to lift his cap a little so I can see more of his eyes. I inhale the scent of him, take in the hugeness of his build, the scruff on his jaw, and the heat in his eyes.
“You look good,” he tells me, eyeing my lips.
“Thanks,” I reply simply, and turn to face the dance floor.
Nolan, Evan, and the two chicks are getting down and dirty and I smile at the display. I grab Wyatt’s bottle sitting on the table and take a swig before setting it back down and lean onto the table as he was before I showed up. He resumes his position and now drinks from the beer, as he also watches the show. The sexual tension and attraction pounds between us like a drum. Pulsating and warm, my insides feel kinetic, my heart banging, and my erogenous zones aching and wet.
“I thought they were dancing for you,” I say looking over at him.
He smiles softly. “Why’s that?”
“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe because you’re the hottest guy in here,” I reply.
I mental palm to forehead myself, Daisy STOP IT!
“Oh yeah?”
“I said maybe,” shrugging a shoulder.
“Not really my type, too fake.”
“Too fake?” I ask because these girls don’t appear to have anything fake about their appearance.
“They pretend to enjoy what they’re doing to get guy’s attention, if they fuck them tonight it won’t be because they want to or even like it.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Probably,” he shrugs and sips his beer.
“Had a lot of experience with females like this?” I question.
“Enough to know I don’t like it,” he mumbles.
He turns his head to face me, leaning closer.
“And what were you thinking when you thought they were trying to get my attention?” he says in my ear.
I look down, wondering if I should be honest.
“It made me hot,” I reply, looking at him.
Instantly his nostrils flair, his pupils grow larger, his lips parting slightly.
“I think about you fucking other women, imagine I’m there, watching,” I breathe.
Every time I masturbate since the incident in Wyatt’s room, I always picture that scene. Watching him plowing into someone that’s not me. I’m a third party in the room, just looking and touching, not even pretending to be the chick. Abruptly his hand takes my arm as he stands, causing me to also stand.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asks, louder this time in my ear.
“I want you, Wyatt, I can’t pretend I don’t, you have some fucking spell on me. All I think about is you, and sex, and making me feel like you did before…I don’t care about the consequences, or parameters, I want you to fuck me already. I’m eighteen, I broke up with my boyfriend, you have no excuses not to now,” I blurt out.
“I told you, I can’t be in a relationship-”
“I don’t fucking care Wyatt, I just need this.”
“That’s all it would be; can you handle that?” he asks.
The way he’s looking down at me, his body is thrumming with energy, like I’ve just offered him the golden ticket. But I can see in his eyes, the adult, rational part of him is interjecting.
“I can handle a lot of things,” my voice dropping as I look down at the crotch of his jeans.
“Fucking hell,” he growls and then suddenly lets go of my arm and takes a step back.
“Hey, I was looking for you,” Irys says coming up from behind me.
I plaster on a smile and shake off my lust filled haze of needing her brother.
“Here I am,” I say turning to her.
“What are you doing here?” she asks looking at Wyatt.
“Business,” he say
s calmly taking his beer in hand.
“Business?” I ask him.
“He’s been selling fake I.D.’s to the owner,” Irys tells me.
“For what?”
She shrugs her shoulders and then also sips from her beer. Conversation ends when Nolan, Evan, and the two ‘fake’ chicks come over to the table. We hang out for a few hours, and it eventually occurs to me that we came here to see Rupert, yet after we left the table I haven’t seen him since. I never get back that alone time with Wyatt, but by the way he’s watching me I can see he’s contemplating my words. Irys and I go out and dance with the two girls, and I can’t stop laughing as Irys mocks their outrageous dance moves. The whole time I feel Wyatt’s eyes on me, and it’s doing everything to keep me on the edge of excitement. We all leave the club at the same time, and Wyatt doesn’t even say anything, just leaves with his brother.
I take a shower when Irys drops me off, and I throw on a white linen tank top and Wyatt’s PJ pants. I can’t stop thinking about him, and I wonder where we’ll go from here. If he’ll contact me or we’ll just keep running into each other and continue on this foreplay journey without having actual sex. I want to see him, but he's at his parents’ house. I can't just show up there and Irys not see me, or have to explain to his parents why I’m there. Maybe I’ll text him, ask what he’s doing and see if he wants to meet me. No, that's lame, should I call him? Yes, I’ll call him. I grab my phone before I can think anymore, I have this nervous, anxious energy flowing through me. Maybe I’ll drive around for a little bit to channel the energy. Pressing the phone to my ear as I open the door, only to halt when I see Wyatt standing there and his phone begins to ring.
"You callin me?" he asks, looking me up and down.
"I wanted to see you," I reply breathily.
"You were gonna come see me dressed like that?"
I look down, yes, my top is barely there and his PJ pants are hanging off my hips showing a large amount of my torso and my hipbones. I shrug and look back at him. With a growl, he starts for me, his massive frame taking up the doorway. Hands cup my face as he takes me in a kiss, the heat from the club is still there, rekindling and reigniting. Our tongues tangle as my hands move into his hair, and he kicks the door closed behind him. Something falls to the floor with a muffled thud but I don’t know what it is, and I don’t fucking care. He’s kissing me so hard, the force is bending be back, but his hands are keeping us connected. His kiss is like sex, and I feel like this could make me come. My ass hits the back of the couch, and I rise onto my toes to sit on the edge. Then Wyatt grabs my thighs and pulls my legs around his hips, walking us over toward the kitchen. He sets me down on the breakfast bar, pulling away to remove his shirt. My hands run down from his shoulders to his abs, the muscles flexing under my touch. He watches me as I do it again, and I take a chance by using my nails this time. His whole body shudders, then his eyes meet mine.
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