Page 69 of Saving Wyatt

I stroked his cheekbone with my thumb and sighed. It was so endearing for such a mature man to battle with such emotions, such feelings. It probably wasn’t fun dealing with them, but it made him all the more sweet in my eyes.

“You shouldn’t have to come out for anyone,” I said.

He grimaced. “Really? Not even for the one you love?”

I shrugged. “Not if it would make you uncomfortable.”

“He had a point, though. We were together for a decade. He bought a house for us. He wanted to have forever with me, and I couldn’t do it. You see? I ruin everything.”

“Stop saying that,” I said and dragged myself a little lower so I was on the same eye level with him.

I kept my hand on his face though, an anchor for him and for me.

“It’s the truth, though. Look at me. I ruined my relationship, my house, my island. I’m a monster.”

“Wyatt! Stop. Don’t say that. You’re not a monster. You’re only human, and you’re doing the best you can.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared into my eyes for a few moments. Moments that felt like whole eternities.

“I should go,” he said and turned away, pulling away from me.

“Why?”

“Because—”

“Don’t you dare say you’ll ruin me again, because I’m not afraid of smacking your face. Your beautiful, handsome face.”

Wyatt smirked for a moment but then turned his back to me. “You say that now, but you’ll see. You’ll feel the same way as my ex. You’ll want more from me than I can give, and you’ll resent me for it⁠—”

I rushed out of bed by his side and stood up in front of him and grabbed either side of his head so he could look at me. “Don’t tell me what I’ll feel or what I’ll want. I’m my own person.”

“Yeah, he said that too⁠—”

“I’m not your ex, Wyatt! I’m my own person. I have my own wants and needs. I have my own personality.”

He sighed and his shoulders slumped. “So what? You want to start something with me in the closet? You were married to another man, but you’ll go back in the closet for me?”

I frowned. “Yes, why wouldn’t I? What we do, who we are, doesn’t need to be public knowledge.”

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “It might sound doable now, but I can tell you you won’t feel that way forever.”

I pushed him back a little and climbed on his lap, my balls pressed against his soft cock. I went a little hard at the naked contact between us, but I focused on the man rather than his manhood.

“If you don’t want to come out, you don’t have to come out. I want you for you, not the ideal version of you. You’re putting the cart before the horse here. We don’t even know if we’d work together. There’s still so much I don’t know about you and you don’t know about me. How about we take it one step at a time and be with each other before we worry about the rest of the world? Unless all you wanted was a hookup, which is also fine, you know.”

“No!” he rushed to say and wrapped a hand around my waist. “I’m too old for hookups. But you’re…you’re right. We should get to know each other better.”

“Mmhmm,” I said and put my arms around him, reaching for his lips with mine.

Wyatt placed his other hand around my waist also and held me tightly in place, and I felt his cock twitch against my balls.

“So about me…” I started. “I hate it when the hunks I sleep with call themselves old.”

He chuckled. “How old are you?” he asked.

“Thirty-eight.”

“And I’m fifty-eight. I’m twenty years older than you. Therefore, I am old.”