One Look: A grumpy, single dad small town romance(42)

He knew exactly where it was, and I bounced when he plopped me on the bed. As he stood over me, grinning, Wyatt slipped a condom from his back pocket.

I lifted an eyebrow. “You came prepared.”

“I walked up those stairs knowing I was going to fuck you.”

My thighs scissored. Aching need raced through me as I undid my dress, button by button. Wyatt watched as my fingers moved lower and lower until the dress was open and draping at my sides.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. I watched in fascination as he freed his cock and made quick work of rolling the condom down his thick length.

On the bed, Wyatt stretched over me. My legs parted. He gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to my entrance.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this. I am not going to fuck you soft and slow. Are you okay with that?”

My hips tipped forward, begging him to enter.

“Tell me, Lark.” His eyes burned into me.

I was already coming undone beneath him. I finally found my voice. “Hard.”

Before that single syllable was out, he thrust forward, filling me and stretching me open. I cried out. He didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size before he began thrusting his hips into me.

“Oh god Wyatt. This dick—” He was setting a delicious, brutal pace, fucking me hard, just as he promised.

“Maybe next time I’ll even let you gag on it.”

I couldn’t believe the filthy things coming out of his mouth. I love it. His dirty words made me only wetter, and I wanted him to go deeper, push harder. My body adjusted to his size, and I dug my heels into him, urging him to give me more.

An incoherent stream of pants and omigod, please fuck me and yes, yes, yes filled my bedroom.

Wyatt felt incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so filled. So used. So cherished. Despite pinning me to the bed and railing me into next week, his mouth was gentle, his tongue hot, and his hands touched every nerve ending. Sparks shot through me as he adjusted his angle and allowed the base of his cock to grind against my clit.

My nails raked across his back as I thrust my hips up to meet his every long stroke. A hard line formed between his eyebrows, and the mean, grumpy look on his face had my pussy quivering all over again. Wyatt gripped the back of my neck as he pumped hard into me. With his forehead pressed to mine, his cock throbbed, and the tension melted from his shoulders.

For long moments, we breathed the same air.

Panting and sweating, I was gloriously used up.

If fucking your boss and neighbor was always like that but also meant lighting your entire life on fire? Then hand me the matches.





18





WYATT





When my vision finally cleared and I could see straight again, I lifted my forehead off Lark’s. I peered down at her beautiful, smiling face. Her neck was red and splotchy, her cheeks were a glorious shade of pink, and her breasts rubbed against me with every ragged breath she took.

I steadied my arms on either side of her head but didn’t pull my cock from her.

Not yet.

“That was— Are you okay?” As far as first times go, we’d crossed a lot of boundaries without having talked about it first. I was rough. Brutal, even.

Lark smiled up at me. “I’m fantastic. But I could use a snack.”

She laughed, and the worry eased from my shoulders. “I can manage that.” The thought of taking care of Lark, not just making her come but truly taking care of her, made my heart skip a beat. After how hard we just went, she deserved a little pampering. Tenderness.

Worry trickled in, knowing I wasn’t that guy. Her nails tickled at my back. Lark was warm and soft and perfect.

I stifled a groan when I slipped out of her. She was still half-dressed, her tits barely hidden under the lace of her bra, and her dress was open and rumpled at her sides. I pulled my hand through my hair. That didn’t go at all how I’d imagined it.

That’s a fucking lie.

It actually went exactly how I’d imagined it—taking Lark rough and hard. Punishing her for all the times I imagined what it would be like to feel her, taste it. Now that it had happened, I felt like a prick.

“I, uh . . . I’m just going to clean up.”

Lark pulled the sides of her dress closed. “Down the hall and on the right.”

I nodded and scooped up my jeans. I had been in the apartment a thousand times. In the bathroom, I disposed of the condom, washed up, and slipped my jeans back on. In my rush to stop Lark from bolting, I hadn’t even bothered with underwear or a shirt.

When I stepped back into the hallway, Lark was waiting, her dress still pulled together over her body. She offered a meek smile and slipped past me into the bathroom.

Though the apartment had been the home of nearly all the Sullivan kids at one point or another, it was Lark’s home now, so I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t want to leave, but staying felt like crossing yet another line. My life was complicated enough without adding budding relationship to the mix. I sighed, knowing we’d have to have the dreaded Does this change things? conversation.

I was awkward. And shirtless.

Annoyed at myself, I stalked to the kitchen. Lark was hungry, and making her some food was the least I could do. Unsurprisingly, Lark’s fridge and pantry were well stocked, so finding something to whip together was easy enough.