“We can go after,” he said.
“All right.” I headed for the door that led into the house. “Let me change.”
“You might want to shower, too,” he said.
I spun around and stared at him questioningly.
“You smell like you’ve been smoking pot all day.” He gave me a disapproving look.
I didn’t respond, but I didn’t have to.
“Go shower and then we’ll leave,” he ordered.
Just before I went inside, I glanced back at him. “Hey, Bram?”
“Yeah, kid?”
“I love you, too,” I said, and as I went inside, I caught sight of the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.
That night I worked on my drawing of love.
Chapter Twenty
Wyatt snuck in that night.After he came through the window and closed it up, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bed. I had to fight not to scream at suddenly being lifted. The moment he set me down on my feet next to the bed, he bent me over the side of it and fucked me. During the night, I woke him up two more times for more, and in the morning, we showered together. Wyatt lifted me against the wall and held me up with my legs hung over his arms as he moved in and out of me.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispered before kissing me.
“It’s so hard,” I whispered back against his mouth.
“I’m so hard.”
I snorted. “I love it when you’re hard.”
“Of course, you only love my cock,” he whispered as he began pounding into me. “It’s given you multiple orgasms.”
My head tilted back with my eyes closed as I grasped the back of his neck and hair. I was trying so hard to focus on not moaning that I just thoughtlessly mumbled the first reply that popped into my head: “I love all of you.”
His thrusts slowed until they eventually stopped.
My eyes shot open. “Why are you stopping?”
His one blue eye and one green stared at me unblinkingly. “Does that mean you love me?”
I almost asked him what he meant. Then I realized what I had blurted.
Do I love him?My hands moved to cup his wet cheeks. “I’m not an expert on the matter, but I’m pretty sure it does.”
A slow, genuine smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “I love all of you, too.”
I smiled. “You do?”
He nodded and leaned in to kiss me like he was trying to prove it.
As he started moving in me again, there was a knock on the door. Wyatt and I froze for a breath before the bathroom door opened. Thank goodness for the shower curtain, or whoever it was would’ve seen us.
“It’s me,” Mac said in a singsong voice.
“Yeah?” I said as I listened to what she was doing.
