My orgasm barreled toward me with an inescapable force.
The cum shot from my cock, splattering over his chest, and bliss exploded through me with enough force that my vision shuddered. The sensations overwhelmed me, and I tipped my head back and surrendered to them. To the absolute pleasure flooding through my whole body. To his grip on my hips, keeping me pinned in place. To the thump of my heart that in this moment beat for him.
When I slowly blinked my eyes back open, coming down from such an inexorable high, Wyatt looked all rumpled and sated against the sheets beneath me. He dipped his finger into a puddle of my spunk that coated his chest and then sucked it into his mouth.
“Salty, but not bad,” he commented.
I shook my head, affection flooding me. God, how had I ever thought he’d be scared of his bisexuality? He’d leapt in without a problem and embraced every aspect of it.
“We should wash up, though,” he said, squeezing my thigh.
“Dunno,” I teased. “I’m not nearly as messy.”
Wyatt arched a brow, the look stern and scorchingly hot. I pulled up off him, and he rid himself of the condom, taking his time before coming to sit beside me. My hole spasmed, missing the feel of him there at once. Wyatt squeezed my ass, which sent a jolt of endorphins through me.
“You realize that’s sensitive, right?” I asked.
His returning smile was positively wicked. “I’m aware.”
A sudden rush of insecurity struck me out of nowhere. “We’re dating, right?”
“Yes, we are,” he responded, his calmness quieting the anxiety. “I’m happy to tell you as often as needed, though.”
I licked my lips. If we were doing this, then I needed to take a big step too. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m free,” he said, the question lingering in the statement.
“Then I’d better take you to brunch at my parents’ house.”
Wyatt dragged me down to lie on the bed alongside him. “Why does that sound ominous?”
Giddiness bubbled up inside me again. No one had felt right until him, and even though the Brannons were a bucketful of madness, this man could weather my storm.
Wyatt was mine, and it was time I took him to meet the people closest to me.
“The Brannons have a bit of a reputation…”
Chapter twenty-two
Wyatt
Fuck, I hadn’t done a meet the parents since I was a teenager.
Nerves flushed over me as I puttered around Rory’s kitchen, fairly certain my clothes smelled of spunk even though I’d run them through the wash last night. We’d remained at his place and I’d met August, his roommate and coworker, before we crashed out for the night. He was sweet and friendly, with a relaxed sort of vibe. Thankfully, the guy was sound asleep now as I paced in Rory’s kitchen.
My phone buzzed with a text, and I glanced at the screen. Harper.
Where did things end up?
My heart thumped hard. Having my kid in my corner made a world of difference. A grin rose to my lips, some of those nerves receding as I typed an answer back.
I have a boyfriend.
The three dots emerged on the screen, and Harper’s message followed.
FUCK YES.
“What’s got that smile on your face?” Rory asked as he prowled into the kitchen. His hair was damp from the shower, and he was dressed in a black tank, black jeans, and a blue beanie for a shock of color. His inky lashes looked even longer, framing those gorgeous blue eyes.
