Page 106 of Saving Wyatt

“Hey! I’ve never done this. He’s my brother,” he exclaimed.

Wyatt rolled his eyes.

“To other people,” I said, barely able to hold back a laugh.

“Uhm, I haven’t. I’m straight,” he exclaimed.

“Didn’t say you weren’t. That’s why I said people. Projecting much?” I raised an eyebrow, and he snorted as if I was the one being facetious.

“I ain’t projecting nothing,” he said, and his sentence structure gave me a headache.

“Do you mind?” I groaned, looking from him to his brother and the thing we had been in the middle of.

“Fine. Fine. I was going out anyway.” Warren put his hands up and started walking to his bedroom but stopped when I spoke.

“Ah yes. Your secret thing you won’t tell anyone about,” I said.

“We all got to have our secrets, baby. It’s half the fun.” He grinned from ear to ear, proud of his secrecy and the one-up he had on me, but I couldn’t be mad.

I had fallen in love with his brother and hadn’t told him. He could do whatever he wanted.

“Right,” he said after a few seconds, a gym bag in hand. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

I raised an eyebrow, staring at the bag.

“Have you been spending all this time at the gym? Oh jeez. Are you…are you a gym junkie? Please. Anything but a gym junkie.”

Warren shoved me back as he passed by me, calling me a dick, and this time even Wyatt snapped at him.

“Maybe it’s just a dead body. Have you thought of that?”

I took a deep breath, and my eyes went wide. “It better be. I can’t deal with you being a gym junkie.”

After another “dick” flicked my way, Warren walked out the door, leaving me alone with Wyatt.

“Finally,” he said and brought both his hands to my face, resuming our previous position, before the interruption.

“Right,” I said and leaned in to kiss him again.

I pressed myself on him as soon as our lips collided, and his hands traveled south, taking hold of both my ass cheeks, and he deepened our kiss.

A small moan escaped me, and I pulled back a little so I could look at him, see the fire burning in his eyes, and kissed him again, hungry for him. Hungrier than I’d ever been.

His hands moved up to the small of my back and he walked me backwards. I matched his footsteps as if we were dancing the tango, but a few steps later, I hit a door. Wyatt reached out for the handle, and I grabbed him before he let us into Warren’s room.

“You know we can use my bedroom now, right?”

Wyatt chuckled. “Right. Sorry. Habit,” he said and spun me around, leading me to my bedroom, but before we could lie down on my bed, I remembered I lacked the necessary aids for what we were about to do.

“We really should get our own,” I said when I returned with the lube. “It feels weird using Warren’s.”

“Yeah, we should. But tomorrow.” Wyatt took my hands and helped me climb on top of him as he laid down. “Right now, I want you inside me.”

I smirked, dropped the lube beside us, and straddled the silver fox that never in a million years could I have ever imagined having under my influence.

He was a work of art. He was gorgeous. A kind soul. A goddamn hero. And he was all mine. I could just about explode just looking at him. I couldn’t believe he wanted me. That he wanted to be with me. That he’d chosen me. And he’d shown the whole island that he had.

My cock throbbed as I flashed back to the town square, when he grabbed me and kissed me without concern for everyone else around us.