With Recourse
Wyatt
I step out of the shower and find Sara sitting on the counter waiting for me.
This is the Jack and Jill bath I share with Dante’s room, so I’m a little surprised to find her here.
Her long legs dangle against the cabinets.
Her feet are bare. She has on jeans and a light sweater that falls off one shoulder.
Wrapping my towel around my waist, I don’t resist the urge to walk over and kiss the skin bared for me. Soft and warm. That’s what Sara is for me.
Her thumb brushes over the beginning of a bruise on my jaw. I lift my gaze to hers.
“Did you work things out?” Her eyes are curious but she’s not reproachful of us hitting each other. She grew up with us fighting and tending to our wounds.
“It’s a start.” I straighten and step to my sink beside her. “Did you need something, trouble?”
She sighs. “Do you think everyone will be okay with me returning to the townhouse when my parents get back?”
I rest my hand on her thigh. “Whatever you need. We don’t want to rush you into anything.”
She smiles. “I waited so long to be here, and now that I’m here...”
I step between her knees and slide my hands to cradle her head as I search her pale green eyes.
“It’s fast because we all love you, but we’re not going to force you to stay here with us, Sara.
If you need time, take it. Do I want you in my bed every night?
Hell, yes. But we’re here because of you. We’re here for you.”
“I love you, Wyatt,” she says softly. Her eyes brimming with love.
“I love you, trouble. You need time. Take it. Because once I get you back, I’m never letting you out of my arms again.” I lower my mouth and claim hers.
She opens beneath me, letting me deepen the kiss. Her hands slide up my rib cage to my chest. It’s been a while since I’ve had her to myself. Surprisingly, I love sharing her with the others.
Right now though, I just want her. I pull back and lift her sweater off over her head. Her darkened eyes watch me as I remove her bra. Freckles trail down over her chest. I long to kiss every one of them and make them mine.
This need to claim her only gets fiercer the more I have her.
I cup her breasts. When I slide my thumbs across her hardened nipples, she drags in a rough breath.
“Your breasts are so beautiful, trouble.” I lean down and drag my tongue around her tip. She weaves her fingers into my hair. “So fucking sensitive. I love to watch you burn from our attention.”
I shift to her other breast and lick her nipple. She watches me with those eyes, so open, so loving, so mine.
Parting my lips, I take her breast into my mouth and suck on it.
“Wyatt,” she moans.
I bite gently on her. Her hands dig into my hair and she lets her head drop back, arching her body into me, surrendering to my touch. It’s powerful and everything I want from her.
I take my time, sucking and licking on her nipple before shifting to the other to give it attention. The small noises she releases tell me what she likes best. I unbutton her jeans and pull down the zipper.
Her legs are already parted around my hips. Not releasing her breast, I slip my hand inside her jeans beneath her panties to her warm, slick skin. Her breath catches as I tease her hard little clit before sliding farther to thrust my fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, trying to move her hips to take me deeper. But we’re both restricted by her jeans.
I suck harder on her nipple as I curl my fingers to stroke that spot inside her that lights her up. This will be our lives. Fucking, loving, being together. Her breathing grows even more chaotic. Her whimpers make my cock weep, aching to be inside her. But I want her to come on my fingers first.
Her legs wrap around the backs of my thighs, trying to draw me closer. When I bite her nipple, she explodes. Her cry of release echoes in the small room. I rest my head against her breasts as I savor the pulse of her orgasm around my fingers.
“I love the way your cunt squeezes me.”
“Wyatt.” Her hands glide down my chest and loosen the towel so it drops to the floor. “Fuck me, sir.”
I groan because I love when she’s like this. All warm and willing. I love it almost as much as I love when she’s being a brat and wants me to make her. I pull my hand free and step back, rubbing her slick and my precum down my cock. “Take off your jeans.”
She slides off the counter and shimmies out of her jeans, taking her panties off at the same time. Her gaze drops to my cock in my fist and she wets her lips. Fuck. This woman.
If I didn’t need to feel her tight cunt on my cock, I’d let her fall to her knees and worship me. But that’s not what I want this time.
“Up on the counter, spread your legs. Show me your pussy, trouble.”
My cock jerks as she does what I ask. She even parts herself with her fingers to show me all her beautiful folds.
“Like this, sir?” She leans back on her other hand.
Her pussy glistens with her wetness. I close the distance between us and hook my arms beneath her knees, spreading her wide and lifting her legs. Her other hand goes back to hold herself steady for me.
“I should have fucked this pussy every day since the first time you looked at me with lust in your eyes.” I thrust deep inside her in one stroke and we both moan at the feeling. Fuck, why did I ever think I could go without having her?
“I would have let you.” She arches an eyebrow. “You didn’t want to want me.”
I chuckle. “I’ve always wanted to want you, trouble. I just didn’t deserve you.”
Her green eyes lock with mine. Love and sincerity shine at me. “I’m yours, Wyatt. I’ve always been yours. You’ve always deserved me.”
I pull out and thrust back in hard. Our moans of pleasure combine. Part of me still thinks I don’t deserve her. That I’m ruining her by being with her. That my past will come back to haunt me and it will hurt her.
This relationship will be hard enough to deal with in society, but throw in that I’m the son of a con man who ran away with millions… Right now, I just want to lose myself in this gorgeous creature.
My gorgeous creature.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Sara.” I lean over her and take her mouth with mine as I thrust into her over and over again. Our bodies fit perfectly, like we were made for each other. Anything less would have been a tragedy.
She moans into my mouth as her cunt clutches at my cock, drenching me in her cum. Fuck, there’s no one like Sara. Even if she left me right now, no one would ever satisfy me the way she does. It would be pointless to try to fuck anyone else.
I want this to last forever. I fuck into her a few more times before I can’t hold back any longer. When I groan my release, she wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding me close to her. Our breathing syncs as it slows down from the frantic pace.
“You won’t hurt me anymore, Wyatt.” She kisses my throat. “That’s all in the past. You’re mine and I’m yours. That’s all that matters now.”
I lift her from the sink and she clings to me. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I walk with her into my bedroom and close the door behind us. “Tell me you’re mine, trouble.”
I lay her on the bed and follow her down, still hard inside her.
“I’m yours, sir,” she whispers, threading her fingers into my hair. Her pale green eyes are nearly black with desire. I don’t know how I ever fought against this attraction.
“Keep saying it, Sara. Keep saying it until it’s all I know.
” I slowly thrust inside her, dropping my hand to her clit and rubbing it in slow circles while I hold myself up with my other arm.
All while staring into those loving eyes that look up at me like I’m her hero, and I’ll do anything to prove her right.
“I’m yours, Wyatt.” Her lips part on a gasp. “I’m yours.”
We’re sitting at a dining room table that wasn’t here earlier today. Drew looked smug as Sara commented on how much she liked it and that it’s exactly what she would have picked out. She gives Drew a kiss as Tom comes in.
He clears his throat. Drew chuckles and lifts his head from Sara but doesn’t release her, holding her close. Drew has a shadow of a bruise forming on his jaw.
“Get used to it, Morris. We’re not going anywhere.” Drew kisses Sara’s forehead and cups her ass to guide her to her chair. He gives Tom a look like, What’re you going to do about it?
Sara glances toward Tom and gasps. “What the hell?”
Tom’s got more bruises than the rest of us. A small cut is butterflied closed above his eye.
Sara looks at all of us. We’ve all got bruises. Yes, Tom got the brunt of it, but we all took hits today. “Aren’t you guys too old for this? Is this really the way to settle things?”
“I feel better.” Tom shrugs and lifts a briefcase, setting it on the surface of the table and opening it. “Besides the digital files, this is all I have. There’s got to be something in here.”
I nod and take the chair next to Tom. “We’ve got a lot of work. You good, trouble?”
Sara presses her lips into a firm line. She points to our faces. “This isn’t going to be a weekly thing, right? You guys aren’t going to continuously beat up my brother.” She turns to Tom with her hands on her hips. “And you’re not going to beat up my guys.”
He shakes his head. “They were my friends first.”
“And now we belong to her.” I release a breath.
We need to focus and get on task. “We need to work on these files and find something that will give Alexander power in case Peter ever gets out and tries to reclaim his throne. Or worse, decides Alexander isn’t running his empire properly and wants to give it to someone else. ”
Natasha walks in and sets a few flash drives on the table.
Her hand rests on Tom’s shoulder. “This is all I have left. We gave the rest to the Feds. I’m pretty sure my dad had a second set of books.
All these files are encrypted and I couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t get Dad sent somewhere worse than a cushy, white-collar prison. ”
“I’ll call Theo to come and work on the encrypted files.” Dante stands, grabbing his phone before heading into the other room.
Tom puts his hand over Natasha’s, and the way he looks at her, I know he feels what I feel for Sara. It doesn’t make what he did easier to take. But unlike Finn and Dante, I’m not mad at Tom for what he held over me for years.
Maybe I should be, but the only person whose opinion matters on it is Sara’s. I meet her gaze over the table and she smiles when she catches me. My heart thumps hard. Loving her and not having her was torture. Knowing I can kiss her when I want to is liberating.
“This is how we’re spending our Saturday night?” Drew shakes his head. “You guys have a strange definition of fun.”
I smile, knowing he’s just trying to lighten the mood.
“You can stay if you want, Tasha.” Tom looks at her like she’ll be his ally in all this.
“I need a nap.” Her hand cradles her abdomen.
Tom’s smile softens and he puts his hand over hers. “Get some rest.”
Finn starts dividing out the work and files. Even though Drew isn’t an accountant, he’s familiar enough with financial reports to at least look over things. Natasha leans down and kisses Tom on the cheek before turning and leaving.
That could be us with Sara someday. While I likely won’t be the one to marry her, I will be a father to all her children.
I want to see that soft glint in Sara’s eyes as she carries our children.
There’s this fierce need to possess her still, but when it comes down to it, I couldn’t be everything Sara needs.
Having Finn, Dante, and Drew in this will make everything easier when it comes to loving Sara. They balance out this crazy attraction between us. Once we’ve figured out how to control Alexander, we’ll need to figure out how this is going to work in the real world.
There’s no roadmap for this kind of relationship. While Sara’s friend has her own group of guys, Sara’s in a different position in society. She may not care about her reputation, but I do and I know the others do.
We don’t want to disappoint her mother either. But what this looks like will largely depend on the five of us. We already claimed her as ours, but in society’s eyes, she’s dating Drew and we’re just her brother’s best friends.
That’s going to have to change.
I don’t know if we can have our relationship out in the open the way the guys from Morrigan Technology can. But I’m willing to try.