Page 108 of Saving Wyatt

It was strange hearing my full name come out of his mouth. Strange and yet so fucking hot at the same time. It only showed me how much he cared that he hadn’t just learned the whole tongue-twister but he’d learned the proper pronunciation too.

I leaned forward until I could reach his lips and kissed him, letting go and filling him with my seed as he shot his load over his abs, making them look absolutely lickable.

“I love you too, Wyatt Goodman,” I said after a moment where we both tried to catch our breath.

Wyatt moved his legs off my shoulders and around my hips, keeping me pinned to him, and wrapped his hands around me. I put my hands on either side of his face and rested my head beside him. He held me tight. Not just for a moment but for the whole night. And a warm, fuzzy feeling enveloped me.

I knew what it was better than anyone.

Love. Pure unadulterated love. And I could get drunk on the feeling. I’d missed this so much. Being loved.

And I’d missed loving someone with all my heart more.

“Don’t ever let me go,” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

“Never,” he whispered back, and we slept like that, tangled in each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that belonged together.

I’d never slept better. I’d never been warmer and more comfortable.

Which was probably why my eyes popped wide open when I felt something cold pressed on my forehead.

What I saw took my breath away. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could only stare back at the monster that was supposed to be behind bars. But he wasn’t.

Wilson was here, standing over me with a gun to my head.

My stomach sank and crystals formed in the corners of my eyes.

I knew this was too good not to be a fever dream. And now I was about to die for my foolishness.

THIRTY-SEVEN

WYATT

Something stirred beside me. I turned around to embrace Ari. We must have separated during the night when all I’d wanted was to sleep in each other’s arms. But it was okay. As long as he was here, right next to me, it was going to be okay.

My hand landed on the covers.

Hm.

I patted around searching for an inch of his body but didn’t find him. He must have gotten up to go to the bathroom.

“Mmmfffmmm.”

What was that? It sounded like an animal.

When I heard it again, I opened my eyes. A chill ran down my spine.

He hadn’t gone to the bathroom. Ari was right here, kneeling on the floor, a piece of cloth around his mouth and a gun to his head.

Wilson stood beside him with a cocky expression and a pair of deranged eyes.

“What are you doing?” I said, having no idea how any articulation was even possible under the circumstances.

“I’m here to ruin your life like you ruined mine. Not gonna lie. I’ll take great joy in that. I didn’t peg you for a fag, but I should have seen it coming considering all those other fags you brought here to ruin my operation.”

A knot formed in my throat, but I didn’t swallow it. I focused on him and only him. If I looked at Ari even for a second I feared I’d break down, and I couldn’t break down. Not right now.

“Wh-what are you talking about? How are you here? You should be locked up.” I gritted my teeth.