One Look: A grumpy, single dad small town romance(72)

My hips swiveled, and I lost all sense of time and space after his mouth found my clit. Wyatt was so good, sucking and lapping up every part of me. I wanted to float away.

But not before I felt him inside me.

“Wyatt, please,” I whispered and pleaded. “I want to come on your cock.”

My dirty, wanton words had him pulling back with a sexy groan. “Jesus.”

He stood and gripped my hips, then pressed his erection to my exposed pussy.

“I like hearing you beg.”

I swiveled my hips and ground into him.

The sound of his zipper sent waves of anticipation racing through me. In one aggressive move, Wyatt’s thick cock pushed into me. A startled cry threatened to escape me when his hand clamped down over my mouth.

He continued to fuck me with hard thrusts. His hand pressed over my mouth as he banged me against the table with every brutal drive of his hips.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

My eyes squeezed together as I reveled in the harsh way he took me, his hand keeping me quiet.

Exhilarated. Grateful. Stretched.

With Wyatt I was free. It wasn’t wrong to like being fucked hard or that his grumpy attitude was a total turn-on. My ears were acutely aware of any noises, and outside of the wet, sloppy sounds of our bodies coming together, the farmhouse was silent.

I pushed my hips into him, soaking up every sensation that rolled through me.

My legs started to quiver. My pussy tightened, and it was Wyatt who stifled a quiet groan. His spare hand left my hip and dove under my skirt to move down over the bundle of nerves between my legs.

His other hand moved over my mouth, and his fingers pushed past my lips. I brazenly sucked on them while he fucked me from behind and teased my clit.

The thought of it all—the reckless, delicious reality of getting thoroughly fucked in his kitchen—sent an orgasm tearing through me. I tucked my forehead against the table, doing everything I could to stay silent as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Two hands gripped my hips, and Wyatt pumped into me. His cock swelled, and with one final push, as deep as he could go, he came.

The stillness of the kitchen blanketed us. Only our low pants filled the silence. His hands were gentle as they caressed my lower back and over my hips.

“I don’t think I can move,” I whispered. My unsteady legs shook beneath me. “Do you think we were quiet enough?”

His touch was gentle as he slipped my thong back up my legs and smoothed my skirt back in place.

He kissed me on the ass before chuckling softly. “I think we’re okay. You were a good girl, but you bit the shit out of my finger.”

I turned to face him and smiled, gripping his hand. I brought his finger to my mouth and held his gaze, then kissed the side of it before swirling my tongue around it and sucking.

I had never been so bold, so openly sexual with anyone, and it was delightfully sinful. Wyatt grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his.

After he kissed me breathless, he warned, “From now on, no more favors and promises to any other man but me.”





31





WYATT





As far as I could tell, Outtatowner had kept its promise, and word of the fight between Lucian King and the boys hadn’t gotten beyond the small-town rumor mill. It seemed people were more interested in drumming up speculation about a potential love triangle between Lark, Royal, and me than some college kids getting into a stupid fight.

It also didn’t help that Royal had an arrogant smile plastered on his face when I saw him driving through town.

What a dick.

I still felt it was my duty to remind the boys of how serious something like a fight was, which was why they were all standing in front of me, looking appropriately chastised.

“Now, I want to tell you something.”

All three had their heads hung low and shoulders slumped.

“Your actions were reckless, stupid, and dangerous. You need to think about how every choice you make will influence the next ten years, not just the next ten minutes.”

The boys answered in sullen unison. “Yes, sir.”

“If you’re going to haul off and pop someone, it better be for a damn good reason.”

Michael’s head whipped up. “But Coach—”

I raised my hand. “I’m not finished.”

“Like I said, it better be for a damn good reason. Defending a woman, or a friend, might be reason enough.”

They all looked up at me, surprised.

I let a small smile twitch at my mouth. “Another good reason is putting a King in his place.” Slowly their grins matched mine. “It was stupid, but I’m proud of you. Just don’t let it happen again.”

“Yes, sir.” Their response was significantly more upbeat. I gestured with my head toward the door. “Now get out of here. Lee needs your help at the fire station.”

All three mumbled a thanks and rushed toward the door, letting the screen close with a bang. They needed a consequence, but my heart wasn’t really in it, so I’d talked to Lee, and he’d agreed the boys could wash trucks and clean the fire station. If it ever came up, I could say that they’d received a punishment, but I wasn’t all that worried about it. I hadn’t heard a thing from the athletic board.