Page 70 of Saving Wyatt

I shrugged and kissed him again. “Well, you don’t kiss like an old man.” Another kiss. “And you definitely don’t blow like an old man, therefore, you’re not.”

He shook his head with an eyeroll and a smile, but he kissed me back, and soon we were both tasting each other again, like we did last night. Like we’d done all night long.

It didn’t take long for both of us to get hard as a rock, and I wasted no opportunity. I wrapped my hand around both of us and beat us off while sitting on his lap, and he dragged his hands down to my ass cheeks and used his fingers to play with my hole.

I deepened our kiss and the intensity of my strokes and felt his breathing grow rugged and hard before he shot his load all over my hand and stomach. Using his cum as my own personal lube I kept stroking and let go all over his hairy abs and pecs.

Wyatt smiled and pulled me down, on top of him, our cum combining between us and like hot glue keeping us pinned against each other.

“Good morning,” I said and kissed him again, not that I ever stopped.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he replied and used both his hands to cup my face and kissed my nose before letting go.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I said.

“It wasn’t?” He raised an eyebrow, and I burst out laughing.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” he answered.

He held me for a long time. So long that our breathing synchronized and, hell, after a while, even our heartbeat.

“Your ex did a number on you, huh?” I said later, when we rolled on our sides and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“It wasn’t his fault. I thought it was. For a long time, I hated him. But then he came and reconciled with me, and I realized I never hated him. I hated myself for letting Dare get away.”

I blinked.

Had he just revealed another secret part of him to me?

“Dare?”

He nodded, pressing his lips together as if unsure of my reaction.

“Your ex was Dare? Wow. I had no idea.”

Then again, I thought back to when I first met the Navy SEAL turned blueberry farmer and his cryptic conversations with Warren made so much sense.

“Does anyone else know?” I asked.

He shrugged. “About Dare and me? No, I don’t think so. About me? Well, I guess after last night, Warren might know.”

I grimaced, unsure if I should tell him.

“What?” he asked.

“I think…I think he already did,” I said.

Maybe if he saw that he was accepted already, he wouldn’t feel so beaten down by his big secret.

“Why do you think that?”

He blinked, and his eyes went a little wider.

Shoot. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it was too late to back down now. So I told him about the conversation Warren had had with Dare back in October when I first met him.

“Shit. He told him?”