by K. C. Crowne
“Fuck it all,” I growled, throwing my phone across the room in a fit of rage. Luckily, it landed on a patch of carpet, avoiding the wall. “Fuck this nonsense once and for all.”
Wyatt
I stood on Hazel’s front porch. Not much time had passed, and I was worried she might not want to see me so soon. I meant what I’d said earlier about giving her some space. I also meant what I’d said about telling her the truth. She deserved to know who was after Boone, and likely, who was after her too.
Boone had always managed to get himself into trouble, but this time was probably the worst of them all. She deserved better than to be in danger because of him. I knew she loved her brother, but he’d gone too far this time. Whatever trouble he was in, it was his fault, not Hazel’s. If he hadn’t wanted her to know, he shouldn’t have gotten involved with the fucking Mob in the first place.
I remained on her front porch for a while, listening for any sounds inside the house. It was quiet. Not wanting to disturb her, I took a seat on a bench right outside her front door. The night was quiet, only the sound of bullfrogs and cicadas in the distance. It was a lovely sound, one of my favorite things about living in the mountains. The night sky was clear, and the evening was cool, but not cold. If I had to, I’d wait out there all night. Just me and the crickets and frogs and crisp, Colorado air.
Closing my eyes, I tried to relax. It was rare that I lost my temper, but I’d had enough of Boone’s childish bullshit. My brother and he were always involved in some scheme or another, and we were always told to keep it from Hazel. Boone didn’t want his sister thinking less of him. God forbid he stop acting like an asshole instead.
A noise pulled me from my thoughts, and I sat upright, suddenly alert. The front door had creaked open, just a touch. Then it opened fully.
“Wyatt?” Hazel’s sleepy voice called out from the doorway. “Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“What are you doing out here?” she asked, stepping out onto the porch. Her hair was matted on one side as if she’s fallen asleep in a weird position. It was cute. She looked sleepy but much calmer than before, so that was a good sign.
“I was worried about you,” I admitted. “I wanted to keep an eye on things.”
“Oh,” she sighed softly. She walked over and joined me on the bench. “Thank you, I guess. But I can take care of myself, you know.”
“I know,” I said, staring down at my hands. “You’re a tough girl. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you still.”
Hazel wrapped her tiny little hand over mine, taking me by surprise. I looked up and caught her eye, and she smiled at me. Not a weak smile, like before, but a genuine one. She was happy to see me for the first time since she’d come home.
“Also, there’s something you should know. Something Ryder and I have kept from you,” I said.
“Oh?” she asked, her eyes widened. She retracted her hand, as if suddenly not so sure I was safe anymore.
The look on her face broke my heart, but I continued anyway. “Boone told us who he’s hiding from, and I suspect he’s in a lot of trouble. He’s still safe, as far as I can tell, but I’m worried you’re not.” I paused, hoping she might tell me what had happened earlier, but she remained quiet, merely averting her eyes, so I continued. “He’s somehow mixed up with the mob.”
“The mob?” Hazel repeated. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I was,” I said. “Unless this is some huge prank Boone—”
“No, I’m afraid it’s not,” she said softly. “There are people after him. Dangerous people.”
“How do you know this?” I asked, again hoping she might open up to me. “Did they hurt you, Hazel?”
She shook her head. “No, they didn’t hurt me. Not really. They just—” I shrugged “Well, they sent Boone a message saying they knew where to find me. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” I said, hackles raised. “They took you earlier, didn’t they?”
“They did,” she said slowly. “But they also let me go.”
She looked at me again, and I swear there were stars in her eyes. Her light blue eyes looked darker blue and filled with so much magic, it was hard not to get lost in them. It took me a second to realize that what appeared to be stars were actually tears rising to the surface.
Seeing her with tears in her eyes killed all the anger and frustration inside me. Nothing else mattered in that moment but her. I wanted to protect her, no matter the cost, and I wanted to comfort her.
Without a second thought, I wrapped myself around her, holding her to my chest. She fell into my arms easily, her soft hair tickling my face as she rested against me. Her arms wrapped around me too, and we held each other for what felt like an eternity. I hoped it brought her comfort.
Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes no longer wet with tears. I leaned forward, kissing her softly on her forehead. When she didn’t stop me, I moved lower, kissing the tip of her nose.
I wasn’t about to push any further. I knew she was in a fragile state and didn’t want to take advantage of that. There was a tightening in my pants, because yes, I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything, but I wasn’t going to let my boner cloud my judgement. Hazel needed me, and not the same way I needed her.
She stroked my cheek, tugging playfully at my beard, and continued staring into my eyes. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to kiss me for real?”
Her words surprised me. “Hazel, I want to, but—”
Before I could finish my sentence, her soft, perfectly plump lips were against mine, and her mouth opened for me. I pushed away memories of the last time we’d kissed, hoping it wouldn’t end the same way. I kissed her with everything I had in me, holding her face in my hands as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.
“Let’s go inside,” she whispered against my mouth between kisses. “To my bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her. My cock was hard and ready, and I was sure of myself, but I wanted to make sure Hazel was ready for it.
“Yes, Wyatt. I’ve wanted this for so long,” she admitted. “Please?”
I wouldn’t have been able to say no with a gun to my head.
She took my hand and guided me into her house and down the hall to her childhood room. It looked exactly as she’d left it. Her walls were a light yellow, which she’d always hated. The rest of the room was all her, however. Posters on the walls weren’t of sexy celebs or teen heartthrobs, but of athletes she’d admired. They were her inspiration, she’d said.
Her bed was a full size, not the biggest bed for the two of us considering my size, but at least it wasn’t a twin. The bedding was simple navy with a white down comforter. It clashed with the walls a bit, but Hazel hadn’t cared much about that. Neither did I. Especially as the two of us moved to her bed.
Hazel pulled at my shirt, lifting it off over my head. Her gaze moved away from my face to my chest, and she muttered, “Damn, you look good.”
“I could say the same about you,” I said, lifting her t-shirt off as well. Underneath, she was wearing a simple black bra, and I couldn’t wait to get it off her, to see her topless for the first time.
But Hazel pushed me away playfully and dropped to her knees in front of me. I stared down at her in awe as she fumbled with my belt.
“Will you help me with this thing?”
“Of course,” I said, removing it for her. She made quick work of my zipper, sliding my jeans down to the floor, taking my boxers with them.
My cock was throbbing; I didn’t think I’d ever been so hard in my life. Just the smallest touch from her hand brought a moan to my lips. She smiled up at me, obviously pleased with how sensitive I was. She wrapped her hand around it, though it didn’t go all the way around. The look on her face was priceless when she realized just how thick I was. Parting her lips, she took me into her mouth, and I almost lost it right then.
The warmth and wetne
ss nearly sent me to my knees, it felt so damn good. Her hand made up the difference, moving in sync with her mouth up and down my shaft, while her tongue played with the head every time she came up.
It felt so good.
Too good.
My balls tightened, threatening to explode.
She stared up at me, my cock in her mouth, and watched as I fought against the pleasure, fighting my orgasm until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop, please.”
She stopped, pulling her lips from my member with a satisfied smile. She knew exactly what she was doing, how close I’d come to filling her sweet mouth with my load, and she’d enjoyed it. As much as I would have enjoyed it too, I knew there was more we needed to do. I couldn’t come that easily; not before she did.
I pulled Hazel up to her feet, then lifted her into my arms. She squealed a little when I picked her up, and giggled as I carried her to the bed. I laid her down as gently as I could and removed her shorts. I slid them down her legs, leaving her panties at first. Hazel helped with that, pushing them down until she could no longer reach them, and I helped take them off the rest of the way.
Finally, I got to see her mostly naked. Her thighs were closed, at first, and there was only a hint of reddish blonde hair peeking out. Her breasts were still hidden behind the bra, and I couldn’t have that.
Lowering myself over her, Hazel wrapped herself around me, kissing me deeply as I reached around to unlatch her bra. I’d wanted to do more, to go down on her and use my mouth as she’d done to me, but Hazel obviously had other ideas. Once the bra was free, I tossed it away. Her legs held me in place above her, but I could see her breasts for the first time - her perky, pale breasts covered in freckles. Pink, erect nipples stood out, just begging to be sucked.
I couldn’t resist.
Taking one of them into my mouth, I suckled until she writhed under me. Her entire body bucked upward as she gasped. “Wyatt, please,” she begged. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Reaching between us, Hazel took my cock in her hand and guided it to her opening. I looked deep into her eyes and thrust into her, spreading her lips apart with my thickness. The expression on her face nearly made me lose control again, as she arched her hips upward to meet my thrust. Her eyes clenched shut and her lips were open in a perfect “o” as she groaned.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned as I sunk even deeper inside of her.
She was so tight, each thrust inside her sent me closer and closer to the edge. Breathe, Wyatt, think about something else, I told myself. Anything to keep myself from coming so fast.
Hazel wasn’t helping, though, with her legs wrapped tightly around me, her body moving upward to match every thrust and the sounds she made. God, it was more glorious than anything I could have imagined.
She whimpered as our lips pressed together. Her nails dug into my back, pulling me closer to her, as if she couldn’t get enough of me. And I couldn’t get enough of her either.
Not wanting the ecstasyto end quickly, I rolled us both over. She rolled with me, and even though I slid out from her wetness, she climbed on top of me and I was back inside her in the blink of an eye.
Hazel rode me, her breasts bouncing as she moved, her pelvis grinding against mine. She found the perfect rhythm, and I held onto her hips, pulling her down against me and thrusting upward to meet her.
Her head fell forward, and she muttered, “I’m going to come.”
Her body trembled above me as she cried out in pleasure. I held onto her, thrusting upward and doing my best to keep her on top of me, to keep her orgasm going for as long as possible. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, clenching it, milking it. Try as I might, I couldn’t hold it together a second longer.
I exploded inside her and we came together, our bodies rocking wildly on the bed as pleasure ripped through us. She raised her head to look me in the eye as we began to come down from our high.
She stayed on top of me for a few seconds, and I held her close, kissing her softly. She kept twitching, even after her climax, and whimpering softly. “That was amazing,” she said when she finally regained the ability to talk.
“Yes, it was,” I told her. It was everything I’d always wanted and more. Better than anything I could have imagined.
Hazel slipped off my cock and rolled to my side, resting her head against my chest. My fingers played with her hair as we snuggled in silence.
It was that moment when I knew I’d never stopped loving her. I’d always loved her. I didn’t want to scare her away, so I kept that thought to myself in case she wasn’t feeling the same way. But I knew it, and I hoped our encounter was the beginning of something more.
She was the only woman I’d ever wanted, and no matter what else was happening - no matter what kind of trouble Boone was into - she was all that mattered to me. Keeping her safe was my number one priority. Fuck everyone else.
Hazel
Wyatt’s heart thundered in his chest against my cheek. His breathing was steady. Part of me wondered if he fell asleep, and I wished I could join him. Another part of me knew I needed to tell him how I felt - not just about him, but Ryder as well. I couldn’t keep it a secret forever.
Sitting up, I found him awake. His eyes were open, though barely. He was sleepy, and I hated that I was about to ruin the moment with a serious discussion, but it was now or never.
“What is it?” Wyatt asked me, reaching out and stroking my cheek.
Even he could see it written on my face.
“I have something to tell you, Wyatt. I need to be up front and honest about how I feel,” I said, speaking fast.
He moved to a more upright position, looking more awake than he was before. His eyes were fixed on me, giving me his full attention. I couldn’t back down now.
“Is this about the stuff Lila said? Because whatever it was, it’s not true,” he huffed. “We never really even talked to her, so whatever she told you is bullshit.”
“No, no, it’s not— well, I would like to address that stuff eventually, but that’s not what I want to say.”
“Go on.”
I could no longer look into his gorgeous eyes; it hurt too much. I knew he wouldn’t take it well; no man would ever take what I was about to tell him well. It was a talk I’d needed to have before I slept with him, but things had happened and it was too late for that now.
“I’ve had feelings for you for a long time,” I admitted, running a finger along his bare chest, playing with the soft, black hairs that went from his chest to his washboard abs.
Wyatt relaxed underneath me, and before I could finish, he said, “I’ve had feelings for you too, Hazel.”
That wasn’t a surprise. I’d known for some time that he felt for me too. I’d known since we were teenagers, or so I thought. At least until I saw what he’d supposedly textedto Lila. Now, I wasn’t sure what to think, but I chose to believe him.
“Let me finish, Wyatt,” I said calmly. I took a deep breath, and looked him straight in the eyes. “I have feelings for you, but I also have feelings for your brother. I always have.”
Wyatt stilled completely underneath me. “What? Ryder?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. I was going to say I liked both of them equally, but Wyatt didn’t give me a chance. He was already climbing out of bed and reaching for his clothes.
“Wyatt, please, let me explain,” I said.
Down the hall, I heard knocking followed by Ryder’s voice. Cringing, I cursed my luck.
“Yeah, well, maybe you can explain it to Ryder,” he muttered. “Tell him how much you want him. After you fuck him, of course.”
I scrambled to my feet, incensed with rage. “What did you just say? Like you have room to talk. You went after Lila after we were interrupted in the bathroom all those years ago!”
“Like hell I did,” Wyatt growled. “And the fact that you believe that is insulting.”
Ryder called down the hall, “Wyatt? Hazel? Anyone home?”
“Yeah, we�
�re down here,” Wyatt called out, slipping his shirt over his head.
I had half a second to grab my clothes before Ryder was at the door. Wyatt opened it to leave just as Ryder walked inside. I was wearing nothing but my panties and a t-shirt with fresh tears running down my face. Ryder stared at me with dark, hungry eyes, but I didn’t have time to put the rest of my clothes on. I had to follow Wyatt.
“Wyatt, wait!” I called out after him.
I wasn’t fast enough, and by the time I got down the hall, he was gone out the front door. I ran toward the door, completely oblivious to the fact that I was only partially dressed. Ryder grabbed my arm.
“Let me go,” I yelled yanking free from his grasp, which only made Ryder block the front door. I bolted for the back door, but he grabbed me again.
“I don’t know what went down, but I know my brother, Hazel. Give him some space to cool off,” Ryder said. “You know he doesn’t get pissed that often. So if he’s that pissed, you need to back off.”
“I need to talk to him, to explain myself better,” I said.
“In time. He’ll calm down, and you can talk to him then,” Ryder assured me.
“I don’t want to wait, I want to talk to him now,” I argued.
“And you’ll get no reasonable response from him. You know this, Hazel. You know Wyatt almost better than anyone does, and when he’s angry, he doesn’t think straight.”
I didn’t like it, but he was right. I had to let Wyatt cool down before he’d hear me out. Otherwise, he’d continue to take everything I said the wrong way, and it would only make things worse. With a deep sigh, I fell to the couch.
Ryder sat down beside me, putting an arm over my shoulder. That same, hungry look was in his eyes as before, but he looked away when I caught him staring.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” I said. I knew Ryder had to know what happened between his brother and me. Now wasn’t the time to talk about my feelings. It had been a terrible time to talk about it with Wyatt, but I only realized that after the fact. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.