Chapter 15
15
Wyatt
I was a good husband. I was an incredibly good husband. It’s what I told myself as I stared up at the beam of the cabin’s ceiling and tried not to think about how my wife was in the bedroom sleeping.
Alone. Without me.
I’d taken her shopping at Target over in Montrose. I’d let her buy no fewer than three throw blankets, one for me, one for her, and one for any guest, as well as four oversized pillows which I was laying on right now.
Who needed so many goddamn pillows?
Although the blankets were soft.
We’d shopped, then come back here and waited for the delivery guys, made dinner, and watched Netflix. She fell asleep within the first ten minutes and I carried her to the bedroom and left her there.
Left her there .
Did they give out sainthoods for that? They should. Wyatt, Patron Saint of Gentleman and Blue Balls. So, here I was, sleeping on the really comfortable pullout bed, thinking about how much better this was for my back.
But not my dick.
My dick wanted my wife/not wife.
“Wyatt?”
The soft voice in the dark took me by surprise. I sat upright and saw Syd standing in the middle of the cabin in a t-shirt and cotton pajama shorts. A quick lift of her arms and I’d have her shirt off, her tits in my hands. A push inside the waistband of her bottoms and they would slide to the floor.
My fairy should be naked in the moonlight. That’s how she lived in my head.
I shook off the image.
“What’s up, Tink?”
“There’s another spider in the sink.”
At least I could be that. Her champion against all things with many legs. I got out of bed, only realizing at the sound of her gasp, that I was impossibly hard. Visibly hard.
“Ignore it.”
“You keep saying that. It’s not as easy as you think.”
I walked by her, but she stopped me. Her hand around my wrist.
“Okay, maybe I’m not sure if there is a spider in the sink. But when I was lying there in bed alone, I thought there might be, and it kind of scared me. I think it was because of that scary movie you made me watch.”
“You didn’t make it ten minutes into that movie, Tink.”
“The opening credit music was scary.”
“I’ll check for a spider,” I said, like it made sense. But truthfully, I think she woke up and was lonely. The way I was lonely.
I squeezed her hand and walked into the bathroom. I flipped on the light. “No spiders.”
“Under the bed please, too.”
I stepped inside the bedroom and she was already getting back in bed. Plumping up the pillows behind her head, but she’d turned down the blankets on the other side of the bed. An invitation?
I got down on my hands and knees, to do an obligatory check, only to come face to face with two glowing eyes buried in dark fur.
Oh shit.
“Syd? Did you leave the window open?”
“I know it’s a little chilly, but I like the fresh mountain air.”
“Okay, I need you to not panic.”
“You know when you tell someone not to panic, that’s exactly when they panic.”
There was no other way to do this. “There is a raccoon under the bed.”
Her scream sent the little fucker deeper into the corner of the room. It was making some screeching noises of its own. The last thing I needed was a raccoon in attack mode.
I stood up and gave her my stern face. “No screaming.”
She was standing on the bed, pillow in her arms like a shield. “Does it have rabies?”
“How would I know that?”
“Is it foaming at the mouth?”
“No. All we need to do is leave the bedroom, close the door and it will go back out the window. It’s as scared of you as you are of it.”
“I can promise you that’s not true. I’m way more scared of it.”
I waved her over. “Come on, it’s on the opposite side of the bed. Two seconds and we’ll be at the door.”
She ran over the bed towards me but stopped at the edge. “I’m not putting my feet on the floor.”
“Why?”
“Raccoon poop!”
I reached for her around her thighs, pulling her down over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold. I carried her out of the bedroom and shut the door behind me. My hands cupped the strong muscles on the backs of her legs.
Do not cop a feel. Do not.
“What if it knows how to open doors?” she asked my lower back.
“It doesn’t,” I assured her.
“They have people thumbs. I saw it on Tik Tok!”
“You didn’t.”
“Maybe we should sleep in the Rover?”
“Babe, it’s going to climb out the window as soon as it realizes we’ve left it alone.”
I wasn’t sure if she was reassured by my tone, or the fact that I called her babe, but she relaxed against me. I carried her all the way to the sofa bed and laid her down.
“What if there is a family of them?”
“I only saw one set of eyes,” I said as I made my way to the kitchen.
“Where are you going?”
“If we leave some food outside of the window that might tempt it out sooner rather than later.”
“Or invite a whole new family back inside.”
I shook my head. “It’s raccoons. Not bears.”
“You don’t know what’s coming through that window,” she said.
I turned from the cupboards and her eyes dropped to my crotch again.
“Ignore. It.”
“Are you sure it’s not a problem that it stays like that for so long?”
Feeling her breasts crushed against my back when I carried her out of the bedroom didn’t help. Her perfect ass in the corner of my eye helped less. Watching her now, kneeling on the sofa mattress, I could see the shape of her hard nipples through her t-shirt.
Not helpful.
“No,” I said.
She scrambled off the sofa bed as soon as I opened the cabin door. “Wait, you can’t leave me inside with it!”
“Syd, it’s behind a shut door.”
She shook her head and joined me at the cabin door. “I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t have shoes on.”
“They’re in the bedroom. You don’t have shoes on either.” She pointed to my feet.
“I’m not worried about raccoon poop.”
She put that bottom lip under her teeth and shot me a look under her lashes. An evil fairy. An evil fairy bent on destruction. “I could piggy back.”
“I could piggy back, she says,” I muttered under my breath. Like having her breasts crushed against my back and her legs wrapped around my waist wasn’t going to prolong my erection situation. “Hop on.”
That’s how I ended up carrying my evil fairy out into the woods, around the cabin, to the open bedroom window to try and lure a raccoon out of my bedroom.
“I think I read somewhere raccoons like grapes,” she said over my shoulder.
“We didn’t have grapes, I got pretzels.”
“Is salt good for raccoons?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Someone’s a little grumpy.”
“Someone was sleeping soundly until someone else came out of her bedroom and woke him up.” I set the pretzel pieces on the windowsill and then a few along the ground outside.
“Were you really?” she asked, her voice quiet. Worried. “Sleeping soundly?”
“No. I was wide fucking awake.”
“Why…why didn’t you come to bed with me?”
I couldn’t answer that question without getting knee deep into my feelings. And that wasn’t anything I liked to do. She asked for no complications and I was complicating things left, right and center, thinking about baby headphones and retirement and little girls with Syd’s eyes.
“Did I mess up so badly?” she whispered. “That you can’t stand to be in the same bed as me?”
“No. No. God no, Syd. I’d…” I stopped, squeezed her legs. Wondered why in the world we were having this conversation with her on my back instead of face to face. Maybe it was best. Maybe this was the only way to have this conversation. “I’d really like to be in that bed with you.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
“Because you didn’t want this to get complicated, and, I don’t know. It’s starting to feel complicated.”
“Not to me,” she said. “You said sex could make things simple. And,” I could feel her deep breath. My fairy was gathering up her courage and I squeezed her leg, encouraging her. “I want you.”
“I want you too, Syd,” I said.
I hitched her up higher on my waist and her inner thighs squeezed my hips. At this rate I was going to stay hard all night. Standing outside in the cool air with nothing on other than a pair of boxer briefs should have had a more calming effect on me than it did.
But Sydney Malloy wanted me. Rough. Brutish. Complicated. Me.
It was enough to keep me hard for days.
“So? We just wait here and see if it comes out?” she asked.
“It’s either this or see if it learns how to open a door,” I said.
“This,” she said and pressed her face against my shoulder.
Within seconds we saw its whiskers and wiggling snout on the windowsill. It’s bandit mask and weird hands. We watched in the light of the moon as it climbed up on the sill, scooped up the pretzels and started nibbling on them.
“Oh, look,” she sighed in my ear. “How cute!”
“Five minutes ago you were terrified to be in a cabin with this thing. Now you think it’s cute?”
“Outside nibbling on a pretzel, cute. Inside, rabies death animal, not cute. Simple.”
The raccoon hopped out of the window onto the ground in search of more pretzels.
“Quick, quick,” Syd said, and kicked my thigh. “Before he decides to come back in.”
“Did you just giddyup me?” I asked, slightly offended.
“Hurry!”
I ran back around the cabin, dropped her at the threshold of the door, and went into the bedroom and closed the window. To be safe, and because I knew she would ask, I did a thorough search of the bedroom for both additional critters and raccoon poop. Thankfully, there was none of either. I walked back to the main room only to find her plumping up my pillow and settling in under the blanket on the sofa bed.
“Really,” I sighed, pointing at the bedroom. “That’s an excellent bed with an excellent mattress just through that door.”
“You know I can’t go back into that room tonight.”
“I checked for more animals and poop. There’s nothing.”
“Come on,” she said simply. “I want to make sure it’s as comfortable as the lady promised.” She pulled back the blanket and patted the open space next to her.
There was no refusing that invitation. I slipped in bed and pulled her into my arms. She pressed her feet, cold from being outside, against my shins and I yelped.
“Geezus woman!”
She laughed and sighed, relaxing against me. My arms were full of warm, sweet Sydney and sleep was far from my mind.
“You sleepy?” I asked.
“Not even a little bit.” She reached up and stroked my beard, pulling me towards her.