Shifting my hips, I decide to put us both out of our misery. The head of my dick presses against her slit, my hands braced on each side of her head, I push up so that my arms are straight and I can look down into her blue eyes.
Slowly, I sink inside of her, watching her lips part in awe with each inch I sink into her tight heat until I’m fully enveloped inside of her warm cunt. I stay there, buried inside of her, my eyes on hers, and hers on mine. I can’t move, I can’t fucking breathe.
She’s mine.
Her hands slide up my arms until they find the back of my neck, then she gently tugs my chest down. “I want your weight against me,” she whispers so softly that I almost don’t hear her.
For the first time in fifteen years, I make love to a woman. I don’t just have sex with her, and I don’t angry fuck her. I make fucking love. Slowly pulling out of her, I sink back inside. Taking my time, I build the heat between us, relishing in the way she meets my hips with each thrust.
Sucking just below her ear, I grind my pelvis against her clit, hoping to bring her to a second release, wanting nothing more than to feel her cunt flutter around me. Sliding one of my hands around the back of her knee, I hike it up higher around my waist, groaning when I sink just a little bit deeper inside of her.
Her breath comes out in pants, matching my thrusts and my own breathing. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies, it’s sexy as fuck. I roll my hips, making sure that I hit her clit, again and again, never stopping the rhythm, enjoying the way her breathing speeds up, coming out labored, knowing that she’s climbing higher and higher with each thrust.
Exeter’s fingers tighten even more in my hair, and then she lets out a cry as her back arches and her cunt tightens. My back tingles and my balls draw up, my release so fucking close. She wraps her arms around me tighter, pulling my weight even more against her.
My hips don’t stop, I slam against her, fucking her as hard as I can from my position until I finally find my climax, my release spilling into the tip of the condom. I stay planted deep inside of her, unwilling to move even an inch as I slowly continue to glide in and out of her soft body.
“Wyatt,” she whispers on a shuddered breath.
I hum against her ear, my sweat soaked body pressed tightly to hers, unable to move away from her. Her legs lift, wrapping tighter and higher around my waist. I grunt, feeling her squeeze my cock when she holds me against her body.
“Can I keep you?” she asks.
Lifting my head, I look down into her face. Her lips have a sweet lazy smile playing on them. Her eyes are hooded and the blue so vibrant that it takes my breath away.
“Fuck yeah, sugar. You’re mine,” I tell her, putting it out there. She is just that, and I’ll be damned if she thinks she’s going fucking anywhere but my bed.
Regretfully, I pull out of her heat, rolling off of the bed. Walking to the bathroom, I take care of the condom then make my way back to her. She’s got the sheets pulled up her chest, covering her beautiful body and I find that I don’t like it. Reaching out, I fist the top sheet in my hand, tugging it off of her and tossing it away.
“Like lookin’ at you,” I grin, climbing back into the bed.
She turns to face me, her eyes searching my own. I don’t know what she’s always looking for behind my eyes, but whatever it is, she hasn’t found it yet, she keeps searching. I’ll let her too, whatever she needs to reassure her that I have her exactly where I want her, and I’m where I want to be as well.
Exeter lifts her hand, cupping my cheek then runs her fingers through my beard, gently scratching the skin beneath. I let out a grunt, enjoying the way it feels.
“Need to talk to you,” I murmur. Her movements freeze, and she holds her breath.
I don’t drag out the conversation, it’s one I don’t want to really have anyway. “About birth control, and tests. I can get down to the clinic this week after work one day, get tested and shit. Hoping you can too?”
“Get tested?” she asks on an exhale.
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers along her hairline, starting at her temple and stopping just behind her ear. “Want to be inside of you bare, Exeter. Want to feel all of you, sugar,” I murmur.
“Oh,” she breathes. “I’m on birth control,” she states.
I grin, bending my neck slightly and touching my lips to the tip of her nose before I speak. “I ain’t a virgin, sugar. I want to protect you. That means I need to be tested, and you do too.”
She stays quiet, lifting my head from hers, I look down into her pretty face. Her cheeks are bright red and she’s looking off to the side. She’s completely embarrassed, goddamn, I fucked this up. I really fucked it up, my stomach clenches at the thought that I’ve hurt her feelings.
“Look at me, Exeter,” I demand.
Slowly her eyes move back to my face. “I understand, Wyatt,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t,” I grunt.
“You don’t know if I’m clean. I went home with you after about five minutes in a bar. I’m a slut,” she mumbles.
Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I twist my fingers in her hair and gently tug her head back. “We’re just starting. As a man, I need to protect you, and Exeter, I ain’t been a saint. I could give you a list, but fuck, I’d never disrespect you like that. I don’t know your past, I know it hasn’t been pretty, and I want to make sure you’re okay. That’s all. This is me taking care of you, and I want to ask you details, but then again, I don’t really want to fucking know either. So, until we both trust one another a bit more and we’re able to open up, this is how I can protect you,” I state as calmly and gently as possible.
She nods, though her eyes have lost some of their brightness. “Okay, Wyatt. I’ll get tested this week,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “When you been tested last, sugar?” I ask.
She lets out a noise that is a mix between a whimper and a cry. “It’s been about five years,” she admits.
“I won’t ask, but I’m gonna assume you ain’t been celibate those past five years?” She nods, pressing her lips together. “Get tested, sugar.”
“Okay, Wyatt,” she whispers, but some of that sadness is gone.
I’m not sure how I thought this conversation would go, but I didn’t think it would totally ruin my post-orgasm high.
Fuck.
Gathering her in my arms, I hold her tight against my body. Touching my lips to the top of her head, I whisper for her to sleep. She doesn’t. She lies there all night long, her eyes closed but she’s awake. I know because I watch her, holding her, for the entire night and not even for a moment does her body relax against mine.
Fuck.
EXETER
I don’t sleep. The whole night all I can think about is the fact that Wyatt wants to protect me, and himself. I don’t blame him for talking to me about getting tested. I’m embarrassed that he’s absolutely right, I should be tested.
I should have been tested.
Admitting that it’s been five years makes me feel dirty. Not that I’ve slept with an insane amount of men in that time, but there have been a few, and Wyatt’s right, I should have been to the doctor before now.
Wyatt’s alarm sounds, and I keep my eyes closed as he shifts around, grabbing his phone and silencing the loud alarm. I listen to him moving around the room, his clothes making rustling noises as he gets dressed. I wonder if I’ll really see him again. I’m going to the doctor no matter what, he’s right, I should get tested. It’s important, and I’ve put it off for far too long.
The bed dips next to me, and I feel his finger trace the side of my face, something that I notice he does a lot—something that I happen to love.
“I know you’re awake,” he murmurs.
I open my eyes, looking up at him. He smiles, though it looks really sad and that makes my heart clench. His fingers sift through my hair at the side of my head, then find purchase on the side of my neck. They’re warm, the heat flowing through my ent
ire body just from this simple touch.
“I gotta go home and get ready for work, but I gotta know you’re good, sugar,” he murmurs.
God, he’s such a nice guy, way too nice for me. I give him a small smile and watch as his lips turn up in a grin of his own. He lowers his head, bending at the neck and his lips brush mine.
“Meet me at my place, around seven? I’ll grill,” he murmurs against my mouth.
My entire body freezes at his gentle demand. I pull back away from his mouth and look up at him in shock.
“Dinner. Tonight?” I breathe.
“Can’t take you out for a night because I have to work tomorrow, but a repeat of last night would be fuckin’ fantastic, sugar. Except, I’ll get some real food in your belly instead of that fast food crap tonight.”
My heart skips a damn beat. He wants to have me over to his place, for dinner, like a date. Even after our conversation last night, he still wants more. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I stare up at him. I grin with a nod.
“I’ll make dinner though, you’ll be working all day, and I don’t have to,” I murmur.
“I got the meat and bread, you want to do the sides, you can,” he grins.
I nod, smiling softly. His lips brush against my own again and his hand releases my neck as he shifts and stands to his feet. His eyes search mine. “Seven,” he murmurs. “I’ll text you my address, pack a bag.”
He turns and walks out of the room before I can open my mouth to agree or not. He’s gone, his pickup starting in front of my house. I lie there, the sheets and comforter pulled up my still naked body. I stare at the ceiling and a slow smile breaks out on my face.
He likes me.
He really likes me.
All of my stress and worry, it wasn’t for anything at all. He wants to see me, and tonight. He’s going to make me dinner, he wants me to pack a damn bag. I know this feeling won’t last forever, probably won’t last much longer, but I’m going to relish in it while I still can.
Wyatt Johnson wants me—me.
Chapter Ten
WYATT
My mama calls and I let out a groan as I see her number on my caller ID. I need to tell her about Rylan getting married in a couple of days. I need to talk to her about the move I’m going to make, but I’m not sure that I want to hear her opinion on it, and I know she’ll give it to me.
She means well, but she doesn’t hold back her thoughts or opinions. Also, I need to tell her about Sammi leaving town and my new relationship with Exeter.
I grin thinking about Exeter. Fuck, she was downright gorgeous this morning. Her hair messy from my hands, her body soft, sweet, and deliciously naked. It doesn’t matter that neither of us slept, that she was worried, thinking the worst about me asking for her to get tested. None of it mattered, because to me she’s just perfect.
“Hello,” I mumble as I answer the call.
“Wyatt Johnson,” she scolds.
“I know.” I nod as I drive toward HEB.
I need to get some groceries for tonight, I promised I’d grill for Exeter and that’s exactly what I’m going to do, then I’m going to fuck her for hours, again.
“You haven’t come to see your mother, and you haven’t called, either.”
“Sorry, Mama. I’ve been pretty busy,” I murmur. “But, Rylan is getting married on Friday, I thought you and Dad would like to come,” I say as my peace offering.
“He’s getting married?” she rasps. “He hasn’t known this girl for long,” she points out.
I nod, as though she can see me. “He hasn’t, but you’ll like her. She’s good for him, hell, they’re good for one another.”
“Language,” she scolds.
I chuckle because hell isn’t even the tip of the goddamn foul language iceberg I possess and she knows it. “It’s at the courthouse after we get off work. I think he’d like y’all to come,” I continue, ignoring her scold.
“We’d love it, we’ll be there,” she states, answering for my dad. “Now, what about you?”
I hum, not wishing to get into detail about my personal life, not yet at least. If I tell my mom something, she’ll run with it. Me and Exeter just aren’t there yet. She’s too fucking skittish, and my mom would probably scare the hell out of her, although maybe not, Mom’s a lot like her MawMaw.
“I gotta run into HEB, I’ll see you Friday,” I call out.
My mom tries to keep me on the phone, but I end the call right before I turn my steering wheel into the parking spot. Jogging from my truck into the store, I head straight for the bakery, hoping they have some fresh garlic bread still. Sometimes if you come later in the evening, they’re completely sold out, same goes for fresh tortillas.
It doesn’t take me long to grab what I want for tonight. Jogging back to my pickup, I throw my bag in the passenger seat and shift my truck into reverse as I call my real estate agent.
“This is Cindy,” she says, bright and cheery.
“Hey, Wyatt Johnson, it’s been a while,” I murmur.
About a year ago, I had her looking for a house on some property for me. I didn’t find what I wanted, so I called off the hunt, but this time it’s different.
“Wyatt, how can I help you?” she practically purrs.
I grimace, remembering the time we fucked. It was only once, but she obviously remembers. It was a mistake. Sammi and I had a fight and Cindy happened to be the first woman I’d run into. She was showing me a house that night on about five acres of property. I fucked her against the front door, hard and fast. I didn’t call her again, not until today.
Clearing my throat, I inhale a deep breath before I speak. “I’m going to be renting out my house to my cousin and his new wife. I need a new place, preferably on acreage. Maybe a Barndo?”
“Barndominiums are a hit right now, I have a few listings that I think you would love, and one ranch style single story.”
“You got anything by Ford Matthews’ place?” I ask.
Not that I want to live right next door to my friend, but it would be nice to have someone I know nearby, especially when I’m gone on storm work for months at a time. It would be reassuring to have someone I know be able to check on my place for me.
“I have two that are only about a mile down the road. One on one side of him, and one down the other direction. One is a Barndo, the other is the ranch house. Unless your price range has changed, they are both doable,” she rambles excitedly.
“When can I see them? What’s the acreage?”
She goes over details of the homes, one is on ten acres, the other on twelve. Both are newer and surrounded by foliage, whitetail deer heavy, just like everywhere in our area.
“I can meet you now,” she offers.
I glance at the clock. It’s six-thirty and there’s no way that I can go out to where these houses are, look at them, and come back in time. I make an appointment for tomorrow after work and she’s all too happy to meet me out there.
After I hang up, I throw my phone in the passenger seat and let out a groan. I don’t want to deal with Cindy tomorrow, not if she’s going to think there’s more than there is between us.
Fuck.
A thought pops into my head, but I shake it out, then I decide that I’m going to do it. I wonder if Exeter would want to look at those houses with me. If all continues to go well with us, she’ll be living in whichever one I buy, I want her input.
Pulling into my driveway, I’m surprised to see Exeter’s car already parked against the curb. Climbing out of the truck, I walk over to the passenger side and grab the bag along with my phone. I walk over to her car and open the driver’s side. She’s got her head tilted down, and she’s holding a book in her hand.
“Sugar,” I murmur, trying not to scare her.
She’s fucking focused. She doesn’t move so I gently wrap my hand around her shoulder and give her a small shake. Her head pops up and swings around to look up at me, her blue eyes wide and scared.
“You scared me,�
� she exhales.
I smile, looking down at her. She’s so fucking cute. “Exeter, I opened the car door, I even called out your name. Good book?” I ask.
EXETER
My face heats immediately at his question. Good book? Yeah, it was a really good book, or at least the part I was reading was excellent. The heroine had just been kidnapped by the hero and he was fucking her from behind, in the ass, pulling her hair back and looking into her eyes from above. It was hot. Really hot.
Much to my horror, I’m too busy daydreaming to realize what’s happening before it’s too late. Wyatt reaches for the book in my hand and is holding it in his own. I watch in complete frozen shock as his eyes scan the pages that I’ve been reading.
“Exeter,” his voice rumbles.
My face feels about three hundred degrees just from the way he says my name. I know he’s reading the part where the hero guides himself into her tight rosebud entrance. The way she is so tight, it’s viselike and squeezes him to almost the point of pain.
“Would you want to do this?” he asks, and I detect a note of hopefulness in his voice.
“It’s just a book, Wyatt,” I state as I place my feet on the ground and slowly stand.
I reach out, trying to take my book from him, but he holds it too far away from my grasp. He’s got my book in one hand and a plastic HEB bag in the other. I can’t look at either though, all I can do is stare into his eyes, wondering why they look like they’re sparkling as he watches me.
“But, you like reading about it. Would you want to try this, have you done it before?”
“Stop embarrassing me,” I hiss, my face so hot that I know for sure he sees how red I must be.
He shakes his head once, his gaze focused nowhere but me, and I hate that we’re in the middle of his driveway, in the early evening, the sun still out and talking about this. Anyone could hear. I would die.
“Sugar,” he says, and it sounds like a pained groan. “I’m not embarrassin’ you. I’m curious if this is what you like, if it’s something you want to try, or if you’ve ever done it. I want to give you everything you could ever want, and if this is something you want, I’m damn sure willing to give it to you,” he says, his lips turning up into a cocky grin.
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