Finn nudges my plate. “Eat, flower, you need your energy.”
My stomach clenches with nerves. This is actually happening. Oh, fuck, this is actually happening.
Wyatt stands and comes to sit next to me. “Breathe, trouble.”
His hand rubs my back in soothing circles.
He looks me in my eyes. “We can wait?—”
I grab his other hand and shake my head. “No, I don’t want to wait anymore, but it’s just... real now.”
He tips my chin up. “At any time, if you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
I swallow as my gaze drops to his lips. He kissed me last night. I can still feel that explosion of desire inside me.
“Trouble.” He captures my lips and it’s not a simple touch like the others. I gasp and he takes full advantage, pulling me closer as he explores my mouth. He tastes of coffee and bacon and this darker something that can only be Wyatt.
I’m too far away. I need to be closer. We move together. I rise and he draws me onto his lap as I straddle him on the chair. His hand threads into my hair and pulls as a growl rumbles in his chest.
Fuck, I burn for him. When I shift closer, his erection presses between my legs. My pulse throbs. My tongue strokes against his and he leans into me, pressing me back, making me rely on him to hold me. I grab onto his hair and tug even though, if he released me, I’d fall back into the table.
Everything I’ve wanted is within my reach. Including Wyatt. But what happens if I don’t live up to his expectations? What if I’m not what he wants?
His kiss softens. He cradles my head as he pulls away and touches our foreheads together. We share each other’s panting breaths.
“What’s wrong, trouble?” His voice is deep, sending shivers through me.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper, like saying it out loud will make it all disappear. Like I’ll wake up alone in my bed at home.
“I’m sorry I hurt you all these years. Sorry I made you feel less desirable. I thought it was for the best. That I was doing it for you.” Wyatt’s words are soft and they sink into my chest and make my pulse quicken.
“I’m scared you’ll pull away again.” I have to put that out there. Beating around the bush isn’t my style. Yes, I tried everything to get him to notice me, short of showing up naked in his bed. But that fear of his rejection held me back.
“We talk at all times, flower.” Finn’s voice makes me turn to see him watching Wyatt and me. Wyatt’s hand is spread in the middle of my back, holding me. “Communication is the thing that makes this work. If something isn’t working, we talk. If you’re worried about something, we talk. If you hold it in, this will fall apart.”
“I won’t reject you, Sara.” Wyatt’s eyes hold mine again. “I’m done running away. I’m done holding you at arm’s length. I’m all in.”
Something broken inside me feels like it’s healing. It’s still not quite whole, and it will never feel the same as it did before it cracked, but I can bear the little shards left from the break.
“You aren’t mad that I want them too?” My fingers slide through his hair to hold his neck.
He blows out a breath. “You’ve always been mine, but I couldn’t claim you. Not on my own. Not without hurting the people I love most in this world.”
My heart skips a little.
“But with them, maybe we can figure out how this can be more.” Wyatt’s words make me almost giddy, but I don’t want to put too much weight on them. We’ve agreed to have sex, not buy a house and move in together.
Though I’ve already moved in with them, even if it’s temporary.
“Trouble?”
I blink and refocus. “Yes, Wyatt?”
He sits back in the chair, allowing me to straighten. “Let me make you come.”
That fire inside roars back to life, not that it ever really went down.
“Yes, please.”
