“I can walk, you know,” she teases.
“We’re going to bed. Night,” I tell everyone, making them laugh.
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Cora teases as we walk up the stairs.
twenty-four
Tonight has been perfect. From the date to hanging out with his friends, who are quickly becoming some of my own. I wouldn’t have traded it for a single night of the old life I thought I wanted. This is what I was always missing. The camaraderie that this group has.
I didn’t make the decision to stay the night lightly. I know Will has Dad, so I shouldn’t feel guilty, but that feeling will always be there, I think.
It wasn’t until Wyatt said he was going to take me home that the decision was made. I wasn’t ready to part with him. I wanted to stay.
After he carried me up to his room, he handed me some of his clothes to change into. It’s only an oversized shirt with his name and number on it with a pair of boxers, but it feels like so much more.
When he steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, I wring my hands in front of me.
“You can get in bed. I won’t bite you unless you ask me to,” he jokes.
“I know.” I swallow hard. “I want to have sex.”
He freezes, his smile falling.
“Are you sure? There is no time limit on this,” he promises.
He’s wrong. It hadn’t dawned on me until I was speaking with the girls before, but there is a time limit on us. I wanted to pretend it wasn’t true. That we could really make this real and forget all the fake shit we started with, but we can’t. He will be drafted and leave me behind. I won’t fault him for it, but I want part of him to keep when he leaves. I want these memories of the best man I have ever met in my life. The one that could have been my everything had we met at another time.
I don’t tell him all of that, though. I want to live in my fantasy land a little while longer.
“I want this, Wyatt. I mean, I won’t push you if you aren’t ready, but I am more than ready,” I tell him.
He steps closer to me. “I’ve been ready for you longer than you know. I need you to be sure, though, because this isn’t just sex. It’s more. You get that, right?”
His words are the words that my soul aches to hear. I want this to be more. I want him to be the one.
I suck in a breath, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I’m sure.”
He leans in, kissing my lips softly as he begins to walk me back toward his bed. When I feel it at the back of my knees, I slowly sit down, bringing him with me. He holds his weight off of me as he continues to kiss my lips.
Then he pulls back, stripping off his boxers. I do the same before moving to his shirt.
“No. Leave the shirt on. It’s hot as hell seeing my number on your body.”
I lick my lips, moving back onto the bed until I am lying against his pillows. He pulls a condom out of his drawer before climbing on the bed next to me. I expect him to put it on and go to town. It’s what I’m used to, but I should have known better. Wyatt isn’t like every other man. He refuses to do what’s expected. He does what he wants, and right now, he wants to make a meal of me.
I appreciate the prep work, but my pussy is already soaked. He is the biggest turn-on I have ever experienced, and he doesn’t even have to do anything. It’s all about who he is as a person.
He starts kissing from my ankle up my legs, alternating between the two until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Once there, he looks at me once before he leans in.
My hands find their way into his hair as I start to grind up into his face. He doesn’t let up, letting me take control.
“Harder. Right there. Yeah. Fuck, Wyatt.” I pull on his hair, needing to guide him even though he seems to know exactly what he is doing.
Wyatt doesn’t make a single complaint. He eats my pussy like it is the last meal he will ever have. He brings me to the edge before he pulls away. I let out a low whine, frustrated with being left wanting.
“My needy girl. Don’t worry. I plan to finish what I started,” he tells me, flipping to his back and patting his chest. “Come on. Climb on top.”
I frown, going to straddle his hips, but he grabs me, making me straddle his face.
