Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Kennedy

I should have gone to my friend’s bar instead of The Bad Cherry but I didn’t want to see anyone I knew tonight. No. I wanted to drink away the thoughts I’d been having and sulk alone. Alden offering a relationship to me last week was all I could think about. The fact that he wanted it to be a throuple with Wyatt… In theory, it was everything I’d ever wanted. Years ago, I’d have jumped at the chance. Since my divorce though, I was a lot more guarded with my heart, and although I loved Wyatt, and was attracted to them both, I couldn’t entertain the three of us. It just felt too much like a recipe for heartbreak. And I’d had all the heartbreak I could handle, thank you very much. Instead of talking to either of them, I’d gone radio silent and decided to drown my sorrows again.

“You were being so friendly a few minutes ago, baby. Where’d that smile go?” Leon Collier, an old acquaintance from high school, elbowed me. I’d been flirty and free-spirited after a few drinks, but I didn’t like his tone anymore.

“Don’t call me baby.”

“You’ll be singing a different tune when I get you on your back.”

I was almost impressed with his level of cockiness. Snorting, I finished my margarita and grabbed my purse. “It’s been fun catching up with you.”

“Come back to my place, Kennedy. I’ll let you suck me off.” Leon ran his hand up my arm until he reached the back of my neck, pulling me close to him.

Eww. No, thank you !

Instead of kicking him in the balls, I burped in his face. “I have to pee,” I mumbled as I rushed off to the bathroom. Huddling in a stall, I dialed Alden’s cell phone. A few unwanted advances wouldn’t bother me typically. I was solid and could handle myself, but something had me on edge. “Come on… come on answer!” I chanted.

When he didn’t, I hung up and dialed his number several more times. Running out of ideas, I finally hit Wyatt’s name. That I pressed his contact before anyone else’s in my phone wasn’t lost on me. He answered immediately.

“You okay?”

“I… I need Alden. Have you heard from him? He’s not answering his phone.”

“He left this morning and is out of pocket for a few days. Didn’t he text you?”

“Oh, maybe. I haven’t been checking my phone,” I lied. I’d put Alden’s alerts on silent.

Smart, Kennedy.

Hesitant to ask Wyatt for help, but not wanting to face Leon alone and without a solid plan to get home, I sighed.

Wyatt matched my sigh, sounding as frustrated as I felt. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s getting a little too handsy for my taste. I’m not drunk, but I’m not sober either.”

“Where are you?”

“ The Bad Cherry .”

“Why the hell did you go there? Never mind. I’ll be there in a few.”

“Wyatt, you don’t… you don’t have to come if you’re busy or something.”

“Sit tight, Kennedy. Try to behave yourself.”

“Easier said than done.” I ended the call so I wouldn’t further embarrass myself. After ten minutes of splashing water on my face and fluffing my hair, I returned to the bar to take care of my tab. The bartender, an older woman named Michelle, held up a finger to let me know she saw me but was busy.

Leon waggled his eyebrows as he stared at my tits. “I handled it, sweetcheeks.”

“You what?”

“I paid your tab,” he said, slurring his words.

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“Now we can get out of here, darling.” Leon looped an arm around my shoulders and sidled closer. He reeked of cheap beer and cheaper cologne.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you if you were the last man on the planet,” I said in a tone that belied more sweetness than I felt.

Glancing over Leon’s broad shoulders, I saw Wyatt strutting in the door. Thank goodness he had good timing. His demeanor seemed surprisingly calm though I hadn’t given him much information to go on. Something about the way his jeans pulled on his thighs, and the way his jaw clenched and relaxed drew heat to my face. He shot me a knowing look, then tapped Leon on the shoulder.

“Leon Collier,” he said casually, but his eyes were blazing with heat.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in. Wyatt Cassidy. How’s life been treating you, man?”

“Just dandy. Care to get your hands off my girl?”

Leon bristled. Shit . That wasn’t a good sign. He narrowed his eyes and nuzzled my neck possessively. “I saw her first. Get in line, cowboy.”

Wyatt shoved Leon’s hand off my shoulder. “I asked politely. I won’t do it again.”

“Kennedy is coming home with me.”

“The hell she is.”

Leon stood up. He was several inches taller than Wyatt but out of shape. His brawn had nothing to back it up. “You don’t want to get me angry, cowboy. I bought this bitch a whole night’s worth of alcohol. Find someone else.”

Wyatt clenched and released his jaw. “Apologize to Kennedy and I’ll forget you called my girl a disgusting name.”

“I don’t answer to you, Wyatt. Besides, she’s been eyeing my dick all night,” Leon gloated, as if he’d somehow won my attention.

“Fucking liar,” I spat.

Wyatt tucked me against his left side, shuffling us toward the exit. “Sounds like she didn’t see much.” He tossed the insult over his shoulder as we walked away.

“You sonofabitch.” Leon grabbed Wyatt’s right shoulder, spinning him around to face him. My weight and the unexpected movement caught both of us off balance. Instead of handling the situation like a gentleman, which he wasn’t, Leon cocked his fist and swung. His hand connected to Wyatt’s face with a solid punch. It had escalated for no reason. But inebriated jerks didn’t always make good decisions.

Michelle intervened quickly, yelling over the din, “None of that shit in my bar, Leon! I’ll call the police. You’ll be banned faster than you can raise that hand of yours again.”

Scowling, I stepped in between the two men. It wasn’t the smartest move but I hoped Leon wasn’t stupid enough to hit me. He glared, but didn’t swing again.

“You heard Wyatt. I’m not going home with you.”

Leon grabbed ice out of his water glass, wrapping it in a tattered napkin. “Your pussy ain’t worth a night in jail.”

Wyatt pulled me back to his side, one hand moving to my hip.

“We don’t want any more trouble, Michelle. No police, but I might not be in such a good mood the next time.”

“Cocky cowboy,” Leon said, slurring his words while he nursed his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t swing back.” Wyatt kept me against his body as we headed to the door again. He twirled the knob and shook his head as if marveling over the turn of events.

“If she’s really your girl, she has too long of a leash,” Leon called out, having to have the last word.

Wanting to leave more than I cared about what Leon thought of me, I followed along. Wyatt hustled us out to the parking lot, but I was seething.

“That fucking dickhead!”

“Shh, sweetheart. Leon is an asshole and not worth another thought. Get in the truck.”

Trying to calm down, I let him assist me into the passenger seat of his burnt-orange Dodge Ram. The tires themselves were practically bigger than me and I couldn’t get into the beast alone. Rummaging in the back seat, I found the first aid kit that I knew he kept. I cracked an ice pack to activate the cold and wrapped a cloth around it. When I held it to his cheek, Wyatt inhaled sharply.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “This is all my fault.”

“I’ll be all right,” he assured softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“You’re bleeding from your lip and your poor face is bruised,” I said as I shifted the ice pack higher.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, but I’m not mad at you, and this isn’t your fault. Leon made a poor decision to put his hands on me, not you.”

“If I hadn’t come here tonight, you wouldn’t be in pain.” I tucked a piece of hair that had slipped down in front of his eye behind his ear.

In the moonlight it was hard to see what Leon’s fist had done to his handsome cheek, but it looked darker than the other one. He placed his hand over mine.

“I know, Kennedy. Please explain yourself. It seems like you got all dressed up, wanting attention but got yourself into hot water pretty fast.”

After a few minutes of silence, I tugged my hand out from under his. The ice pack didn’t seem to be helping much anyway. It’d be better to look at his face in the light. I hated how tonight’s events had played out. Since I refused to answer him, he shook his head and started the engine.

“You’re not off the hook, trix.”

Letting my head fall back against the seat, I crossed my arms. He had no idea the sort of thoughts spinning through my brain. Wyatt would be shocked that part of my sudden refusal to open up was that my attraction to him had grown exponentially since he’d walked in. It pissed me off because I had enough shit to deal with. At least we were fifteen minutes away from my house. I could make it that long without talking.

“You can’t get out of my truck easily without my help. So, you’d better say something.”

Steeling my nerves, I unclenched my fists. “Fine! I was mad and feeling sorry for myself because I walked away from our relationship before we even started. You know how much Alden means to me. But I don’t trust you, Wyatt.”

“Then why the hell did you call me tonight? If you really believed I wouldn’t answer your phone call or that I didn’t give a damn about you–”

“I know! I know,” I said, interrupting him.

“Well? Spit it out then. You’ve got some shit to say.”

“If I called you instead of any of our other friends then some part of me knew I could count on you. You came immediately. You didn’t ask a million questions on the phone. You didn’t judge me.”

“No, I won’t judge you. Not like you do to me.”

“I’m not judgmental, Wyatt. Not most of the time.”

“Then what is your problem?”

“It’s complicated,” I said off-handedly.

“So is life, darling.”

Watching him pass the main road leading through town and toward my home, I whipped my head around to face him. “Where are you going? My house is that way.”

“I forgot to check on something at the ranch. I told you Alden is away for a few days. I’m surprised he didn’t tell me where he went.”

“But his house is so far out of the way. I want to go home and sleep.”

“We have clothes there. We’ll stay the night.”

“I silenced his alerts and messages on my phone,” I confessed. “I found his text after I spoke to you. Of course he’d tell me that he was leaving, but I stubbornly ignored it.”

Wyatt shook his head. “How disappointing. You needed him and you wound up with me.”

“That’s not fair! What I’m trying to figure out is why. Why did you stop what you were doing? Why did you bother with me when I haven’t given you one reason–”

“Because you called me,” he interrupted.

“But–”

“You called me. I came. No one puts their hands on my girl. Our girl,” he amended, then admitted, “Alden asked me to keep an eye on you. Not that he needed to. I would have done it anyway. And for the record, I’m glad you called me.”

His growly, possessive tone dragged a gasp from my lips. Instead of acknowledging it, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You can’t claim me verbally,” I sassed, even though his possessiveness was quickly melting my resolve.

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’d rather be claimed physically?”

Wyatt reached across the console and laid his hand on my thigh, his fingers curling around it. Damn it. That was worse. I pressed my legs together as if the motion would stop the pulsing arousal in my pussy. It didn’t.

“Hm? Are you going to answer me, Kennedy?”

“Let’s take care of whatever you need to do. We can check out your face.”

“My face is fine.”

“We don’t even need to sleep in the same bed unless we want to.”

“After that hot little gasp you gave when Leon punched me and the way you’re reacting right now? I’m pretty sure you’re going to be all over me when we get inside. I flexed my muscles a little,” Wyatt said suggestively. “And you liked it.”

His humor broke through the tension. Plus, he was infuriatingly spot-on. Was this man ever wrong?

“Don’t get cocky.”

He squeezed my thigh.

“If I unbuttoned those jeans and dipped my fingers inside your pussy…”

“You wouldn’t!”

“...I bet you’d be dripping.”

Shaking my head, I didn’t even bother to argue. His show of dominance coupled with the way he defended me just did it for me.

Wyatt turned the truck into the driveway at Alden’s ranch. After tossing an attitude at him and telling him I didn’t trust him it would take a miracle to move forward with our throuple. But I was done pretending I didn’t want to. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I took a small leap of faith.

“Can you forgive me for messing everything up, Wyatt?”

“Yes, but listen to me very carefully. You didn’t mess anything up. Let’s get inside and we’ll sort it out.”

“Are you going to sort me out?”

“Don’t tempt me, little girl.”

Alden called me a little girl once in a while, usually when I was being stubborn or sassy, but hearing it from Wyatt brought a rush of embarrassment doused in arousal.

I clucked my tongue on the roof of my mouth. “Good little girls don’t need to be rescued from the bar when they make stupid decisions.”

“Naughty ones do.”

Well, shit. I opened the passenger door and waited for him to get out to help me down. One thing was clear, he was serious. That knowledge drained any fight I had left.

Walking inside Alden’s house, we both stayed quiet until we reached the bathroom. Searching for bandages kept me occupied though I felt the heat from his gaze on my body. Casually glancing over my shoulder, I saw his eyes were dark with something I couldn’t name. More than lust. Something that made me utterly weak in the knees. If I’d told myself earlier tonight that I’d be drooling over him and tossing aside my worries, I’d have laughed.

“I can wrap up both your ankles and sling your arms, but I can’t find Band-Aids,” I said, still searching for supplies.

“I’m fine, Kennedy. I’ve had my share of black eyes. I think you’re stalling anyhow. We really need to talk.”

Finding the Band-Aids, I smiled triumphantly and held the box over my head with one hand. “You need something to cover that cut on your cheek.”

Wyatt sat on the edge of the counter, allowing me the leverage to patch up the small wound. My tending pressed us close to one another. Using the silence to my advantage, I kissed him. It was completely out of character for me, but I did it all the same.

He pulled me by my belt loops to him, decreasing the distance further. “Mm. Is that all I needed to do to get your attention? Get roughed up while defending your honor?”

“It’s a lot of things. The way you referred to me. The way you handled it. The…. way you dropped everything to make sure I was okay.” I kissed him again.

“Quit distracting me.” Wyatt growled against my lips.

“Wyatt.”

“I had concerns of my own. Ones I didn’t want to bring to light. Not being enough for you. Hell, not meeting Alden’s expectations. I have been flitting around flower to flower like a lost bumblebee for a long-ass time. I don’t do relationships, Kennedy.”

“I know what you’ve been saying all these years. I’ve been listening.”

“How could I have expected you to agree to a throuple with me when you didn’t have anything solid to base it on?”

Sighing, I leaned my forehead against his. “You’re right as usual. If you’re always right and Alden is always right–”

“No, babygirl. I’m not always right. But this time I am. Give me a chance. Let me prove that I can be your Daddy.”

Staring into his gorgeous eyes, more green than brown in this light, I thought of how to answer him. Hearing him say that he wanted to become my Daddy was not on my radar.

“You’ve already taken a huge step tonight toward that role. I’ve never seen you handle anything like the way you did with Leon. You could have let your temper get the better of you. Or swung back, but you stayed calm. You told him that his behavior was unacceptable. If I wasn’t so annoyed at myself…”

“Hm, Trixy? Finish your thought.”

“I would have been aroused.”

He smirked then winced from the split lip where Leon’s ring must have nicked him. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he buried his face into the crook of my neck. “Don’t lie to me. Your panties are soaked.”

“You said that in the truck.” I groaned.

“Well, darling, we should take advantage of the situation. Unless you’re drunk, then we’ll have to wait until the morning.”

Wyatt pushed me away slightly to give him enough room to stand. Cupping my face, he tilted it up to meet his eyes.

“I only had a few drinks,” I replied, hoping it would be enough to convince him I was in the right mind to make decisions.

“Name them.”

“Three margaritas. Spread out over a few hours, and I ate a huge dinner tonight.”

“That fucking idiot Leon acted like he was buying you Long Islands all night or top-shelf vodka.”

“It wasn’t much of a tab.”

“So, you’re serious? Three drinks and nothing else?”

“Only three. I promise.”

He scanned my face as if looking for a tell. “If we have sex right now? Then we’re together. Alden wants that. It’s all he’s been wanting. So, we'll figure out a way to move forward. But understand that it also means we are in a dynamic.”

“I’m listening, Wyatt.”

“I hope you are. Tomorrow after breakfast, you’re getting your ass toasted for the antics you pulled tonight. Knowing I’m serious, do you want to continue?”

I fretted on my bottom lip in between my teeth. No, I wasn’t sure we’d be great in a relationship, but it didn’t mean we wouldn’t. Wyatt had proved himself tonight. A huge first step in showing me that he took us seriously. Maybe he wasn’t ready before, but it sure seemed like he meant business now. Was it fair for me to hold his past against him when I had one of my own? If I was honest, doing so was exhausting, and giving him a chance felt like the good kind of risk.

“I’ve never had a Daddy.”

“Well, now you can have two,” he said, chuckling before his tone dropped lower. “What do you say, my little galloping goddess? Will you be my girl—our girl?”

Nodding, I threw my arms around him. “I might have been using your past as a bullshit reason not to get into an actual relationship with you both.”

Wyatt smacked my right asscheek hard enough to make me jump.

“If you start pulling threads, they’ll unravel. The reasons don’t matter anymore, baby. We’re doing this. The three of us.”

“Alden won’t like you having made that decision instead of him.”

Wyatt grinned. “He’ll get over it. Mmm. We can…”

“Have sex in his bed?”

“Naughty girl.”

“Knowing that we finally stopped fighting each other and decided to–?”

“Consummate?”

I giggled as Wyatt lifted me up into his arms, my legs hooking around his waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “That’s the word I meant! Consummate our relationship. He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“Actually, I think he will.”

“Do you think he went off in the woods somewhere on sabbatical? You haven’t given me any details.”

“I don’t know where he’s off to. But he’ll be back in a few days. We’ll plan dinner and dessert. A little welcome home party.”

“Sounds like a good plan. He’ll be so happy.”

“Yes, I think he will. And you know what would make me happy right now?”

“Hm? Tell me what would make you happy right now.” I kissed his non-injured cheek.

“Worshiping your pussy until you come all over my tongue.”

His quiet promise loaded with naughty words drove the heat level up higher. He carried me into Alden’s bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

“Wyatt–”

“When I’m making you weep in pleasure or punishing you, I expect to be called ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’.”

Fuck. I didn’t know what I’d expected from him, but it wasn’t that. His handling of me left me absolutely dripping with need.

“You have to earn that!” I sassed him.

“Look at the bruises on my face, Trixy. I’ve earned it.”

“Between the two of you I’m going to earn a complex.”

Wyatt bit my collarbone instead of answering me with another smart-ass comment. He continued licking and sucking along my throat to my earlobe. His other hand gently tugged on the strands of my hair, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to keep my attention.

“Oh god, Sir. I’m already a mess.”

Wyatt traveled lower, unbuttoning my blouse, sliding it off my shoulders and removing my bra as he focused on his path down my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look at you.”

Heat flared along my neck from the compliment. I perched on my elbows. “Well? Are you just going to stare at it?”

Wyatt shook his head and smacked my mound.

“Oh!” I mewed, arching upward. What was it with that spot being targeted? Before Alden, no one else had ever slapped it.

“You gonna be a sassy little thing now? I appreciate what’s on my plate before I devour it.”

Bratting Wyatt was new to me, and I didn’t know what I’d thought would happen. Of course he’d address and handle my sass.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed.

“Mmm.” Wyatt stripped off his t-shirt showcasing what looked like more than a six-pack of abs. Shit . I knew he had muscles, but something had shifted tonight. I drooled as he stepped out of his jeans leaving him in just tight trunks that looked like they were poured onto his skin. I’d never noticed before, but his more-than-ample package strained against the silky-soft fabric. He gathered his mess of red locks and secured them away from his face with a hair tie. Wyatt likely wanted an unencumbered view of my pussy while he went to town. I was practically feral from the thought alone.

“You look like you can keep me still while you drive me wild. Can you?”

“If I can’t, I know where Alden keeps his rope.”

“Funny.”

“Yes, darling. I am.” Wyatt cracked himself up and then nipped my inner thigh.

I squeaked. It hurt but it also gave me a zing of pleasure. Before I could admonish him, his tongue circled my clit. He teased the sensitive bundle in a way I hadn’t experienced. This man knew exactly how to strum my nerves.

“Sir!”

Wyatt looked up the long line of my body, his hazel eyes looking huge from this angle. One lock of hair slipped out of his ponytail, slipping over his eye. Holy fucking hell. I’d been attracted to him before but the way his eyes drank in my curves and flicked up to mine had me heated.

“Yes, babygirl? Do you need something different?”

“No, uh, no one’s ever... The way you’re–” I panted.

“Tell Daddy.”

“I’m not used to it.”

“Am I making you feel good, Kennedy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. All you have to do is relax and let me take care of you.”

He returned to the task, bringing me a huge rush of pleasure. I threaded my fingers in between his free hand, intertwining them. Wyatt did not play. He was laser-focused in the best way possible while switching up the pressure. I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me, but I screamed more than once.

“Please fuck me in our Daddy’s bed!”

“Such a naughty girl. Are you going to keep begging until I give you what you want?”

“I will if you tell me to,” I said, giving him what I hoped was my best come-hither stare.

“May I take a picture of you? You look so fucking beautiful with your hair fanned out and your limbs splayed.”

“Whatever you want as long as you fuck me senseless.”

Chuckling, he stepped back and took a few photos on his phone. I couldn’t remember ever capturing the moment before. Or allowing anyone else to do so. When he was done, Wyatt showed me the pictures. Honestly, I’d never felt so beautiful. My lips and nipples were a soft pink, my face filled with a warm glow. I could be a freaking model if I ever decided to go that route.

“Are you on birth control, Kennedy?”

His question dragged me back to the moment. “Yeah, but I’ve been told just thinking about having unprotected sex makes my ovaries release eggs.”

We both knew ovaries didn’t work like that.

“Well, I’ve been told my swimmers could find their mark blindfolded. So, if we aren’t ready to have the conversation about what we want out of life, then we’ll be using condoms for the foreseeable future.”

“I appreciate the candid talk.”

“Favorite position?”

“Shortstop.”

“Fucking brat,” he said, smacking my thighs.

“You wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Tell me what you like so I can give it to you, Kennedy.”

Tracing my fingers along his arm, I sighed. “I’m starting to overthink. That’s when my brat roars the loudest.”

Nodding, he seemed to consider the implications behind my confession. Before I could say anything else, Wyatt flipped me around on the mattress, raising me up on all fours. He bit my shoulder blade hard enough to make me hiss. Two harsh slaps bounced off either side of my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, darling.”

I was so in over my head. I moaned louder, arching upward to present myself. I wanted him so badly. “Yes, Sir.”

“And if that doesn’t settle your sass? I’ll raid Alden’s toy box.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said laughing.

“Have you ever used a butt plug?”

“Have you?” I asked in a haughty tone. One that belied the arousal pumping through me.

“Still sassy? All right, stay like that, Trixy.”

Wyatt spanked my upper thighs until they burned. Oh, shit . He wasn’t kidding. Where had this incredibly dominant side of him been hiding? The rebellious cowboy, rodeo heartbreaker who I long believed would never settle for anyone had me reeling.

“I was just kidding, Daddy,” I cooed.

“As much as I love the title falling out between your pretty lips, it’s nothing but a distraction. Saying it once is not enough to get me to stop.”

I thought it would be easier to get him to come back to bed. I heard plastic being opened over my shoulder but I dared not turn around. It was better if I didn’t know what was coming.

“I’ll be so good, Sir.”

“You are good. But now you’ll behave too.”

The sound of a squeeze bottle followed his statement. Had he opened a butt plug?

“I’ve never had anything–”

“Don’t lie to me, babygirl.”

“How would you know?”

Wyatt kissed my temple. “You think I wasn’t paying attention to all our conversations under the stars? Come on. Give me some credit. I listened when you actually shared.”

“Okay, I didn’t realize that. Yes, I’ve had things back there. But now I’m wondering something else.” My brain wouldn’t stop tonight. “Were you not on board with a relationship because of me?”

“No, Kennedy. Because of me. Anyhow, that doesn’t matter much now. Alden lost some of his confidence. You had poor timing. Mine was worse.”

We paused, taking a collective breath.

“No wonder he left,” I finally said grumbling.

“Alden didn’t leave because of us. I’m sure about that. Alden isn’t the type to run away from his problems.”

“We fucked up, Wyatt. What if Alden–”

Several slaps landed on the lower curves of my ass. I quit talking.

“Stop overthinking. We’ll make it up to him. Now let’s get back to us.”

“Right. Us.”

“I’ll do whatever the hell you want me to do. I have zero qualms about kinks, toys, whatever.”

Something icy pressed against the tight pucker of my ass.

“I like buttplugs, but just like everything else that’s happened tonight I never thought about you using one on me.”

“Push out,” he commanded.

His dominant tone had me obeying. Wyatt slowly inserted the thick flexible plug into me. I writhed against the mattress. I loved having the bundles of nerves inside my tight pucker played with.

“Good girl.”

Oh, hearing him call me a good girl made my entire body writhe. “Mmm. I’m your good girl.”

“Yes, you are. Isn’t it so much better when you listen?”

“Maybe.” I didn’t love the stretch, but it was another reminder of his dominance. “It’s so big.”

“It’s wider than it is long. Does it hurt?”

“No, Sir.”

Wyatt tugged my hips down toward the edge of the bed. “If that changes, babygirl? Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like doggy-style or missionary, brat?”

“You should do both.”

“Oh, you’re lucky I want to fuck you more than I want to punish you.” Wyatt leaned across my body and bit my right asscheek.

“Ow! Missionary. Please? I want to see you.”

“Finally some honesty.”

He flipped me onto my back, wrapping one arm around my waist. Looking up into his gorgeous hazel eyes, I admired his jawline, his nose that had been broken more than once from accidents in the ring down to his collarbone. There was a small bump on it also from a break back when we were in school. Wyatt had been a daredevil, chasing adrenaline for as far back as I could remember. I’d never touched him like this. He kissed me, his hand tangling into my long brunette tresses. Usually they were wavy or curly, but I’d taken extra time to use the straightening iron. Why was I thinking about my hair while my sexy newly titled Daddy was teasing me?

“Please fuck me, Sir? I’ll behave until Alden gets home.”

He wiggled the base of the plug which caused a small vibration to tickle the nerves inside my asshole. Nothing made me unravel as fast as that.

“Nuh-uh. That means you’ll act up the minute he steps in the door. I’m paying attention.”

“Are you?”

“One rule: do as you’re told. But we’ll discuss that more in the morning after your ass is red-hot and wearing my handprints.”

I hadn’t been punished that often in my life, not the way he meant. Yet the way he talked about it made me equally filled with trepidation and arousal. If I didn’t get a hold of myself, I was going to be perpetually turned on between Wyatt and Alden. It wasn’t the worst thing.

“I’ll behave as much as possible. How’s that?”

“Well, it’s a start.” Wyatt grinned.

I cupped his injured cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, babygirl.”

He found a condom and rolled it on. It wasn’t a stretch that he carried them on him even though he hadn’t been in a relationship in a while. Wyatt took my ankle in his hand, lifting it up and resting it on his shoulder.

“I didn’t think we’d get here,” I mused, but my voice was thick with emotion. I’d been teasing him in a light-hearted fashion, but failed to bring any humor into the situation.

“In Alden’s bed?”

“About to have sex.”

“I have fucked up a lot in my life, darling. I’ve chased dreams on the back of a bronco to avoid a good hard look at the things I’d been neglecting. I’m not perfect. Hell, no one is. But I swear to you. Starting right now? I’m going to be the best damn boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“You don’t have to charm me into bed, Sir. I’m already here.”

He slapped my pussy mound again, catching my clit. I bucked and let out a sharp cry.

“I’m pouring my heart out, Kennedy. You could show some compassion.”

“I apologize! I’m overthinking and annoyed. It seems ridiculous that one action can have me throwing away all my preconceived notions and stupid judgements and–”

Wyatt leaned across my body and kissed me, his free hand sliding around the back of my neck. His mouth seemed to mold perfectly to mine, and I melted underneath his body.

“I’m going to prove to you and to Alden how badly I want this. Us. Trust me, beautiful.”

Nodding, I said nothing else as he adjusted my leg slightly. Wyatt had such an incredibly muscled body that I didn’t get to fully appreciate it before he entered me. I gasped as his cock slid deeper. He was fully in control. I dug my nails into his shoulder as he thrust, my body stretched to the limit or so it felt. I had my fair share of bed partners but nobody as thick as him.

“I’m close. So close,” I said in between pants. Wyatt seemed to hit every spot inside my core that brought me pleasure and find new ones.

“I feel you milking my cock for all it's worth. Come on, babygirl. Come for Daddy.”

As if I needed any further encouragement, I hit my peak. From the way Wyatt stilled and groaned, he followed with his own release. My ankle had slipped off his shoulder at some point and we laid not moving, collectively catching our breaths.

“I’m sorry about the back-assward way this all went,” I said with sincerity pouring out from between my lips.

“We’re not going to beat a dead horse.” Wyatt slowly withdrew from my heat, tugging me upward until we reached the pillows.

“I just want you to know that if I hadn’t been so harsh we would have already been in a relationship.”

“Enough of past shit. You can’t change it. It’s over and done with. Move forward with me, babygirl. No dwelling.”

He wrapped his arms around me and I curled closer.

“Thank you for rescuing me tonight, Daddy. I won’t question your dedication again.”

“Good girl. You’re welcome. You don’t have to say it again.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Kennedy.”

Somehow tucked in Wyatt’s arms, hearing his heartbeat and the motion of his chest underneath my head as he breathed in and out soothed me faster than anything else had in a long time. His strong arms engulfed me with a strong sense of peace and serenity.