Two Hearts Born to Love (Choices: Tarkio MC Book 3)

by Debra Kayn

  She traced his lower lip with the pad of her thumb, feeling the warmth and softness. Her heart quickened. For as long as she lived, she would never take being with him for granted. That the man she admired, and okay...lusted over, was sleeping with her, taking care of her, putting her smack-dab in the middle of his family.

  And it was better than anything she ever imagined.

  He grabbed her butt, yanking her closer, and his eyes warmed. The hard ridge of his cock inside his jeans pressed against her, seeking attention.

  Placing both of his hands on either side of her face, he said, "I don't want to spend any of our time together with clothes on."

  "Mm." She smiled up at him. "We haven't had dinner yet."

  "Sex, dinner, then more sex."

  "Naked dinner?"

  He cocked his eyebrow. "What's for dinner?"

  "Noodles with white sauce and meatballs."

  He growled. "Hell, yes, naked."

  He traced her eyebrows, her cheekbones. She slipped her hands underneath the hem of his shirt, needing to touch him as much as he touched her. He was perfection. From his hard abdomen to the hair on his chest—such a broad chest. She went down to his lean hips.

  Wyatt traced her lips with his tongue, drawing her lower lip into his mouth. She moaned, tugging on his belt, wanting his body free of clothes.

  He let go of her and ripped off his shirt. She unbuttoned her top, flinging her clothes off in her hurry to get back to Wyatt. Glancing at him, peeling off his jeans, she wiggled her panties down her thighs. All his construction work gave him a butt and legs made of steel.

  Then, they were together. Skin on skin. Two naked bodies pressed against each other. His hardness against her softness. A perfect fit.

  She played her fingers over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Stretching, she reached his neck and pressed kisses underneath his beard, feeling the lump of his Adam's apple against her lips.

  He captured her wrist and took her hand down between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his erection. Wyatt growled in pleasure, which excited her.

  She nipped the front of his shoulder. He pulsed harder in her hand. Licking the area, she tasted him and took her lips to his chest, kissing the muscle on one side, then the other. She lingered on his tattoo, kissing the whole area.

  Wyatt pressed his cock into her hand, his breath came faster, deeper. She raised up and looked him in his hooded eyes. "Bedroom?"

  He swooped her up in his arms, claiming her mouth, and carried her down the hallway.

  She landed on the bed, on her back, and he lowered himself beside her. Grabbing his beard, she dueled her tongue with his as he coaxed her thighs apart without any struggle. Her pussy wanted his touch.

  Wyatt pulled his mouth away from hers and looked down the length of her body. Her pelvis came off the bed as he skimmed his finger over her clit.

  "Beautiful." His voice barely a whisper.

  He parted her lower lips, sliding his finger inside of her. She quivered at the invasion and blinked to keep her eyes open at the flood of sensations curling between her legs.

  "Wh-what do you think the kids are doing at your mom's?" she asked.

  He continued to rub his finger inside of her and added his thumb on her clit. She sucked in air, moving her hips.

  "I bet Travis is eating everything in sight," she said.

  Wyatt shifted his hand, and a different finger landed on her butthole. Pleasure jolted through her, bringing her head off the bed. Her heart hammered. All his fingers were moving, circling, rubbing ever so softly, yet firmly.

  "Jess is probably talking her grandma's ear off," she said.

  His hand stilled. "Tiger."

  Her body vibrated. His fingers were right there. On every spot.

  "What?"

  "Shuttup."

  She closed her mouth, but it only lasted three seconds and she said, "I'm going to come if I don't distract myself."

  His hand moved slightly, firmer, and she almost bounded off the bed. The pleasurable sensation consumed her whole body. It was as if he'd touched every spot on her body at once.

  Wyatt, propped on his elbow, gaze heated, watched her. He knew what he was doing to her. He wanted to witness his talents, killing her.

  And that turned her on.

  She fisted the blanket in both hands, giving him what he wanted. Taking what she wanted.

  Her orgasm rolled in and suspended her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She couldn't hear for the roaring in her ears.

  Then, the strong grip on her body left in a whoosh, leaving her tender and sensitive.

  She sucked in air and sank into the mattress as her body weakened. Floating, she reached for him with her thoughts, unable to move her body.

  Wyatt rolled, picking up both her legs and laid at the bottom of the bed on his side. He hung her legs over his hip. She turned her head, able to see him perpendicular to her body.

  He spread her legs on him—one over his shoulder, the other over his knee. Having never had sex in a position that resembled a T, she let him manipulate her exhausted body.

  Catching her gaze, his mouth softened. "I want to see you when I make you orgasm again."

  They were past the stage of using a condom. She was on birth control and loved having him bare inside of her.

  He fisted his cock and trailed the head up and down her slit. In her position and with her lack of strength, she laid there, enjoying the soft caresses.

  "You feel good," he mumbled, pressing the tip of his dick in and pulling it out.

  Her pussy clenched down, missing. She cupped her breasts with the tingle of her body waking up again.

  Wyatt glanced up at her hands, down at her pussy, up again to her face, trying to keep up on how she and her pussy reacted to him. Whatever he saw, he liked. His jaw opened, and the lines on his forehead deepened in concentration.

  She could watch him all day and all night. He fascinated and yet mystified her. Proud, strong, and bullheaded when it came to his kids, his work, and those he cared about. As much as she questioned his possessiveness, she loved it all the same.

  He made her feel wanted and cared for. Special. His.

  His cock slid all the way in. The muscles in her back tightened, and she squirmed. Staying inside her, he pressed his thumb against her clit. Her legs crossed, trapping his hand. He pried her knees apart, opening her lower half to his view again.

  God, every part of her body, from her head to her toes was so touchy, so sensitive, so heightened.

  Her breathing came fast and desperate.

  He used her wetness to slide around and around on her nub. Her legs shook, and her lower stomach tightened. Warmth flooded her between the legs. Squeezing her breasts, she moaned.

  "That's it, Tiger. Get it."

  Her body vibrated. It wasn't about reaching toward the pleasure; she was along for the ride.

  Wyatt moved his cock in short, fast thrusts, adding grunts to her moans. She reached down, bending her upper body to the side and slapped out, trying to reach him. His fingers slid between hers, and she clutched his hand.

  Her body convulsed in pleasure. She screamed before biting down on her lip, muffling the sound.

  Wyatt ground against her, holding her legs, allowing nothing between them as he stayed connected to her and came.

  She closed her eyes, winded, and spent. She held on to him and their clasped hands fell to the bed.

  His heavy breathing filled the room. "I'm hungry."

  She laughed softly and opened her eyes. "You expect me to cook now? I'm completely useless. I can't move."

  "Okay. Take a shower. Then, I'll help you cook."

  "You can't cook, and I'm not letting you leave the apartment to go get pizza."

  His cock slipped out of her, and he rolled onto his back. "I'll make a deal with you."

  "I'm listening." She yawned, fingering the top of his hair.

  "You teach me to cook, and we eat naked." He paused. "I can think of a
million things to do with noodles and meatballs and you."

  She dragged her legs off him and crawled to the end of the bed. Kissing him, she pressed her forehead against his. She could probably suck it up and heave her body out of bed and into the shower.

  "You're a sick man, Wyatt Carr." She laughed, kissing him again.

  "Mm." He hooked her neck, rolled with her, and pinned her to the bed.

  She stifled her shock and muttered, "Pervert."

  He captured her lips, and before she could kiss him back, he licked a wide path clear up her cheek with his tongue and then catapulted himself out of bed. She laughed, wiping her face with one hand and throwing the pillow at his retreating naked butt.

  Shaking her head in amusement, she pulled herself into a sitting position and let the warmth from being with him fill her. She hugged her middle, trying to contain the happiness.

  She was falling in love.

  Chapter 24

  Wyatt

  Jess walked out of the hallway, head bowed, and scurried toward the door. Wyatt turned, knowing something was up with her odd posture.

  "Whoa, hold up." Wyatt walked to the door of the apartment and turned Jess around.

  He tilted her head left and right, and blew out his cheeks. The bright blue eyeshadow and eyeliner on his daughter shocked him. Until now, he hadn't noticed much makeup on her.

  His daughter lifted her chin and pulled away from his inspection. "All the girls my age wear makeup, Dad."

  "I don't care about all your friends. Go wipe it off your face."

  "But Dad—"

  "You're not leaving the house looking like you're twenty-five years old." He pointed to the hallway. "Your shorts are too small, too."

  Jess groaned. "Not even. You won't ever see me wearing those walking shorts that are popular with the girls right now. Talk about looking like an old lady, they go down to your knee, dad. Your knee. It's ugly. Besides, these shorts are just like the ones the girls wear for volleyball."

  "Dude, check this out." Travis walked into the living room, holding a magazine open and tilted.

  His gaze went to the cover and the picture of a hot rod before he relaxed about what kind of magazine Travis bought. He glanced at the Mustang spread across two pages. "Nice."

  "More than that. It's gnarly, dude." Travis walked off, heading for the kitchen.

  "Enough with the dude talk at home. Save it for your friends," said Wyatt.

  "Dad, please?" Jess crossed her arms and popped out her hip. A hip he hadn't seen before.

  "You're killing me, Jess," he muttered.

  "Tyler is coming over. I want to look nice."

  "Who the hell is Tyler?"

  "Duh. He's Banks' son. Mrs. Banks...I don't think that's their last name. Whatever. You said she could pick us up for the party since she had to come to town to go to the store anyway. Tyler is with her. He can't have anyone on the back of his motorcycle yet. It's some rule, and he said he'd be with his mom, so we're not stuck talking to her by ourselves the whole ride to the party."

  His head hurt, and his thoughts scattered following his daughter's conversation. Banks called yesterday and had asked for the kids to come to the party. He'd given his permission after he heard Banks' wife could pick the kids up.

  A knock came, stopping him from arguing. Jess jumped, rushing for the door. Joey walked in and smiled, raising her brows and looking twice at Jess.

  "What's going on?" asked Joey, looking over at Wyatt.

  Jess jumped between him and Joey. "Tell Dad that I'm almost sixteen years old and girls my age wear makeup."

  "Uh..." Joey met his gaze then looked at his daughter. "Let's try something a little different."

  "What?"

  "I'll show you in front of the mirror. It's a little trick only women know." Joey took Jess's hand and led her down the hall.

  Wyatt blew out his breath. If Jess went outside looking like that, he'd have every male from twelve years old to thirty trying to gain her attention. Not to mention the boy from school who kept coming over and now that Tyler kid.

  "Dad, can I open the cereal box?" yelled Travis.

  "You had dinner over at Joey's apartment an hour ago." He folded the blanket he'd used to sleep with, and hadn't picked up all day, and set it on the back of the couch.

  "I'm still hungry."

  "Fine, but leave some for tomorrow morning." He tossed the pillow to the corner of the sofa.

  He needed to go grocery shopping. Since the kids started living with him, their appetites had increased at top speed.

  He kicked a sneaker over to the wall and picked up the dirty clothes scattered around. Joey came out to the living room and gave him a hesitant smile before motioning toward the hallway.

  Jess walked out with less makeup on but still had her eyes outlined in blue. He walked to his daughter, bent down, and kissed her forehead. Jess extended her arms and hugged his neck.

  "Watch your brother tonight, and don't leave their house. If you want to come home early, call the number I gave you, and I'll come get you," he said.

  "Aren't you going to be with Joey? She's playing pool tonight." Jess walked over and sat on the couch, rummaging through her purse.

  "Yeah. That number goes to Roddy's phone. He'll be at the bar, too." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the box of cereal from Travis. "Get ready. Your ride is going to be here any minute."

  He squeezed Travis's neck, pulled him over, and kissed the top of his head. "Mind your sister."

  Lately, Travis seemed more content. He hadn't tried to run away, and with Joey watching the kids over the summer, both of them stuck around the apartments and followed his rules. They'd all fallen into a routine, and that involved having Joey in his life.

  The only thing that wasn't going for him was living in different apartments. He wanted her beside him every night, and that wasn't possible when the kids were around and he slept on the couch.

  Protecting the kids from his sex life had come and gone. They were used to seeing him and Joey together, and if he'd ask them, they'd want her living with him. But he couldn't ask her to sleep on the sofa.

  Jess turned around on the couch and looked out the window. "I think that's Mrs. Banks, or whatever her name is."

  "Travis, kick it in gear." Wyatt went to the door. "Let's go."

  "Geez, Dad, what's your rush?" Travis hitched up his jeans.

  "Manners, son. You shouldn't keep people waiting." He pushed his kids outside, waved to Banks' wife, and waited in the doorway until the car pulled out of the parking lot.

  Once he saw his kids safely off, he shut the door and went to Joey. Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her deeply, trying to bite off the urge to strip her naked. He had something important to talk to her about tonight but would wait until after she finished playing pool. She wouldn't need the distraction while she played.

  "You're hyped." She ran her hand over his chest. "What's going on?"

  "I'm ready to go out." He grabbed his smokes off the coffee table and shoved the pack in his pocket.

  Joey picked up the light jacket she'd carried over with her. "Can I put this in your duffle bag?"

  He took the coat from her. When they rode home after midnight, it'd be chilly, despite the day being in the nineties.

  "Where's your case?" he asked.

  "Shoot. I forgot." She walked to the door. "I'll be right back."

  "Meet me by the Harley." He picked up his bag.

  He watched her jog across the grass. If he thought Jess's shorts were too small, they had nothing on the ones Jess had on. He couldn't look away. Usually, she wore a short skirt but the change in weather had everyone suffering in the heat.

  "Hey," he yelled, stopping her before she reached the apartment. "Put some jeans on."

  She laughed loudly, shaking her head. "Not on your life."

  In pure rebellion, she turned and wiggled her little, round ass at him. He growled under his breath and walked to his Harley, battling his cock pulsating to life
. It was going to be a long, damn night.

  Chapter 25

  Joey

  Wyatt pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. Joey hugged his waist, not ready to let go of him. The night at Riverside Bar turned out differently than she'd planned. More people had joined, and the pool games were split into brackets with byes.

  She'd stayed on the winners' side and lost the third, putting her at the top of the loser bracket, essentially coming in second place. The pot was split, and she'd only walked out with two-hundred and fifty dollars. Not a total disappointment, but she could've played better.

  Tarkio MC had shown up, drawing Wyatt's attention, and ultimately distracting her because she wanted to be with him and the others. Pulled in two different directions, she'd messed up and missed easy shots that she normally would've sunk.

  She leaned to get off the motorcycle, and Wyatt patted her leg. "Come around and sit in front of me."

  "Aren't we going to go in before the kids get home?" She got off the bike and awkwardly climbed up in front of him.

  He hooked her legs behind her knees and pulled her onto his lap and off the gas tank. "I've been thinking."

  "Uh, oh." She cupped his face, taking in the seriousness set in his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

  "Something right." He slid his hands under her ass. "The apartment is too small for us."

  She relaxed. "You need your own bedroom."

  "We need our own bedroom." He squeezed her butt.

  She tilted her head, studying him. A sixth sense that he was talking about more than needing a real bed and the privacy of a bedroom door got her attention.

  "What are you thinking?" she asked.

  "I need to move."

  "Away?" Her mouth dried, and she swallowed.

  "Do you have any vacant three-bedroom apartments available?" he asked.

  A pang of something—regret, disappointment, fear—hurt her heart. The thought of losing him in her daily life, losing the kids, her life would be empty.

  "Move in with me," she blurted. "I have three bedrooms. There's enough space for everyone."