Chapter 25 Blake #2
I don’t miss Annaliese’s very obvious smirk, but damned if his fussing doesn’t make my heart swell. God. Never in my life would I have thought I’d be snuggled under a blanket watching fireworks with Wyatt Graham.
Does he see this as a date? We have our rules, but none of them addressed whether the things we do together out of bed are considered dates.
He’d probably insist they’re not. That tonight’s outing isn’t a romantic one.
Just two lifelong friends watching the dazzling display lighting up the world. Nope, not romantic at all.
The first rocket streaks into the night sky, vanishing for a heartbeat before bursting into a canopy of color that shimmers across the lake.
“Oh my God,” Annaliese breathes.
It’s stunning. Red, green, and gold sparks rain down in majestic arcs, while their reflections on the water’s surface create a mesmerizing mirror effect.
Two explosions of color happening at the same time, sky and water.
The other groups scattered around us are all our age or older, yet everyone oohs and aahs and gasps and screams like a bunch of excited kids.
Each boom and crack of fireworks echoes off the surrounding mountains, and the entire sky feels alive with layers of glittery bursts and crackling light trails.
“Come closer,” Wyatt says. “You’re too far away.”
I’m really not. Our shoulders are plastered together.
But I love that he can’t seem to get close enough whenever we’re together.
And he always needs to be touching me. I smile when he tugs my body and positions me in front of him so that my back is resting on his chest. Strong arms encircle me, his face nuzzling my neck.
“Freckles,” he whispers.
I tilt my head to meet his eyes, then sort of regret it because all I find is pure lust reflected back at me.
He brings his lips back to my ear. “I’m horny.”
I tamp down a laugh. “Do you want to leave?” I whisper back.
Wyatt shakes his head, a filthy gleam sparkling in his eyes. The next thing I know, his hand is traveling beneath the blanket.
My breath hitches when I feel his fingertips teasing my waistband. The skirt is light and filmy, the elastic stretching easily to allow him to slip his hand inside my underwear. The moment he makes contact with bare skin, a rush of moisture pools between my legs.
I glance around to check if anybody notices what he’s doing, but I’m fairly confident it just looks like we’re bundled up under a blanket with his arms around me. A few feet away, Annaliese and her date are paying us no attention, their eyes focused on the sky.
When he massages my clit with the pad of one finger, a shiver skitters through my body.
His lips tickle my ear again. “You’re shaking. Does that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.” I force myself to stare straight ahead. To pretend that the ministrations of his fingers aren’t turning me into a puddle of aroused mush.
He starts toying with me in earnest, his finger moving up and down, dipping inside my slit. He makes a low noise when he discovers how wet I am.
“You like this…” His soft voice is barely audible over the booming explosions of light. “Having me play with you with everyone around us.”
I’m desperate to rock my hips, craving deeper contact, but he denies me. He keeps his touch light, his fingertips dancing over my clit.
A mocking whisper ghosts over my earlobe. “You’re such a good girl, Blake. Sitting there so nicely, not making a sound.”
I gasp when his free arm suddenly pulls me closer to his body so I can feel the erection pressing against my ass.
“You feel that? Rock-hard, baby, just from feeling that wet pussy under my hand.”
A moan slips out, and I cover it with a cough. Annaliese turns to give me a funny look, and Wyatt’s hand freezes.
I hastily pick up my water bottle. “Sorry,” I tell her. “My throat is so dry.”
“Gotta keep that shit lubricated,” she says, and Wyatt chuckles against my hair.
I force down a sip of water while Annaliese refocuses on the fireworks and Wyatt continues to torture me with his fingers.
“When we get back to the house,” he mutters in my ear, “I’m gonna need you to take care of my dick. Can you do that for me?”
In response, I grind my ass on him, and his fingers tighten over my thigh in warning. Oh, so I’m allowed to be tortured in front of hundreds of strangers, but he isn’t?
I peek up with an innocent smile. “What’s wrong?”
“Behave,” he cautions, “or I’ll stop.”
Calling his bluff, I move my butt again, rubbing it over his prominent erection.
The decision backfires horribly on me as Wyatt proves he doesn’t make idle threats. I almost weep when his hand abruptly disappears from my underwear.
“Noooo!” The wailing complaint flies out before I can stop it, this time drawing not only Annaliese’s attention but everyone’s.
Eddie leans over on his lawn chair and grins at me. “You okay there, Logan?”
I’m so mortified, my cheeks nearly burst into flames. “Um, no, I’m not. I’m just so disappointed by this fireworks display.”
Every single person in our vicinity gapes at me like I’m a crazy person.
“The fuck you talking about?” Eddie says. “It’s magnificent.”
Meanwhile, Wyatt sits there all smug and obnoxious, both his hands on top of the blanket when at least one of them should be making me see stars instead of fireworks.
Gritting my teeth, I twist my head to glare at him.
He merely shrugs. “I warned you what would happen if you didn’t behave.”
“I’ll be good,” I blurt out, wincing at the pleading note in my voice.
That gets me an arrogant smile. “No. You had your chance. Now be a good girl and watch the fireworks.”