26. Lark
LARK
Wyatt kicked open the front door to his farmhouse, and the screen door closed behind us with a slam. Our mouths were frantic—hungry and seeking.
Barely inside the house, Wyatt had me pressed against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as his hands tangled in my hair, controlling the kiss. Need and passion radiated from him, and I was just as eager to soak up every last drop.
I planted my hands on his shoulders to break free, and his mouth captured my neck. “Wait. The kids.”
Wyatt’s voice was heady and deep. “Gone for the weekend.” His arms tightened around my back. “You’re all mine.”
Desire coursed through me. Thrilled at the prospect of a house alone with Wyatt, I arched into him, accepting his kiss and reveling in the way his teeth scraped against the thin skin of my neck. It drove me wild.
Wyatt walked us through the foyer and turned the corner into the kitchen. He tipped me backward, depositing me onto the kitchen table, and yanked away my cutoff jean shorts. My hands went to my T-shirt.
“Did you wear this for me?” His hands smoothed up my exposed ribs, looking over the university tee I’d cropped just for him.
I nodded and smirked.
“Leave it on.”
Bracing my hands behind me, I thrust my boobs in the air and wrapped my legs around his waist. He crushed his lips to mine. We were frantic for every touch, every taste.
Wyatt leaned back, and I released him from my hold.
His hand went to his belt, and when he whipped it off in one smooth motion, a choked squeal of delight escaped me.
He reached behind his head and removed his shirt in the sexiest, most manly way possible.
I could feel my pussy go slick. He took off the rest of his clothing and stood in front of me, butt naked and utterly confident.
Goddamn he’s beautiful.
The intense furrow in his brow made me only hotter. I couldn’t wait until he unleashed all that pent-up frustration and grumpiness on me. He gripped his dick and stroked his length. I slipped my hands inside my tee to remove my bra.
Wyatt’s hungry eyes watched me as he continued to pump himself. I absorbed his gaze in eager anticipation.
“What do you want, Lark? Tell me. You can have anything you want as long as you say it.”
“I want it.” My eyes moved up to his, and I suddenly felt shy voicing exactly what I wanted. “Bare again.”
A cocky grin spread as he stepped forward. My legs wound around his hips and held him close. Wyatt gripped his cock as he teased me through my underwear. “Like I said, anything you want, baby.”
My head lolled back as he tortured and teased me. I clenched, wanting to be stretched and filled. His thick erection found the edge of my underwear.
“Pull those aside.”
Heat poured through me and I did as I was told. I released a small squeak as he lowered to his knees.
He shot me a wicked grin. “You didn’t think I was going to fuck you without tasting this pussy first, did you?”
I moaned as his mouth clamped over my heat.
Not only did he use his tongue to lick and tease, but he used what felt like his whole damn face.
He moaned into me, and the vibrations sent shivers up my back.
My hips tilted on their own will, begging for more.
Wyatt’s hand reached up and slipped below my T-shirt to play with my nipple, while the other teased my entrance.
It was an onslaught of heat and pleasure, and with every pulse of his tongue I was closer and closer to coming. “Oh god. Don’t stop.”
My hips were moving and grinding against him and—bless that man—when I was close, he didn’t stop or change speeds or do something different. He continued to suck and lick and tease in exactly the way that hurled me closer and closer to the edge.
As I cried out, his mouth clamped down on my clit, and he tweaked my nipple. I held my panties to the side as I unraveled. Soaked and humming with pleasure, I rode the wave of my orgasm as he continued to moan in approval and devour me.
I collapsed on the table, overtaken by the intensity of my orgasm.
“Uh-uh.” Wyatt rose and leaned over me, planting hungry kisses down my neck. He looked at me, his gaze dark and devious. “We’re just getting started.”
His rough hands gripped my hips, sliding my ass to the very edge of the table and slipping my underwear down my legs. “I’m dragging you down the hallway to my bed, but I’m doing it with your pussy milking this cock.”
I clutched him, burying my face in his shoulder as his wicked words made my nipples impossibly harder. With one hand, he gripped his rock-hard cock and pulled me onto him.
I cried out into the darkened kitchen as he filled me.
Supporting my weight, Wyatt made good on his promise and carried me, his cock still buried deep, down the hallway to his bedroom. He gently laid me on his bed, his frame moving over me as his hips pumped.
I could feel his massive dick throb inside me.
I stretched my arms over my head, reveling in the way he made me feel cherished and wanted and used up all at the same time.
His hands shoved my top up, letting my chest bounce, and he started dragging his length from me before stuffing himself back in.
Over and over he pumped into me as his hands explored every inch of my body. His thumb found my clit, and I cried out over a string of his curses. My hands reached for his abs, and I explored every hard peak and valley. Tension built in his muscular shoulders, and he rocked into me.
Wyatt leaned back, looking down at where our bodies were connected. “Your pussy is so pretty when it’s taking my cock.”
He reached down and wound his hand around the back of my neck, supporting it as he lifted me up. “Look at it. Look at how well you take me.”
Pleasure flooded my system as his praise sent buzzy warmth pooling between my legs.
I watched in awe as his cock disappeared inside me.
Deep and full. Over and over he brought me closer to the edge with every thrust of his hips.
He increased his pace, and I fell back onto the mattress.
Wyatt gripped the bed as he continued to fuck me.
His body slammed against my ass as he drove into me.
I was there, right there with him.
“Fuck, Lark.” His simple, guttural outcry forced me over the edge. My inner muscles clamped down hard around him. I circled my hips, begging for more.
“You feel so fucking good.” Wyatt stilled as he came, and when I squeezed down on him, he groaned louder. He collapsed on me, his dick pulsing and spasming inside me. I tilted my hips.
“No. Stop. Don’t move. It’s too good.”
I stifled a laugh as he stroked my side and kissed my shoulder. His heart hammered against me, and he was as breathless as I was. We stayed, locked together, catching our breath for long moments.
He laughed and my chest squeezed. I’d grown to love that sound. “You’re trying to kill me, woman.”
Leaning to the side, Wyatt rolled, slipping from me and onto his back.
His hand was on his chest as it rose and fell with every labored breath.
I propped my head on my elbow, energized by my own orgasm.
A sliver of moonlight slanted through his window and washed the bedroom in pale light.
It cut across the floorboards and allowed enough light to see his satisfied smile.
His hand trailed up my thigh, catching the remnants of his orgasm as it seeped out of me. “So fucking hot.” His thick fingers teased my pussy. He wasn’t shy, but rather proud, of the mess we had made together.
I pressed my knees together, capturing his hand, and I pointed up at him with a smile. “You are so filthy.”
He winked at me and stood. “Baby, you have no idea.”
Wyatt returned quickly with a warm, wet washcloth and made quick work of cleaning us both up. As he smoothed the warm cloth over my body, he whispered sweet compliments and dotted kisses along my sensitive skin.
Then he lay on his bed and gathered me close, holding me against him. I listened as his heart thumped against his ribs as he stroked my back.
With Wyatt I was warm. Safe.
My limbs were heavy, and I cuddled into his protective warmth. He worked so hard to make me feel wanted and cared for. A surge of protectiveness swelled in me.
His grumpiness. The wariness and mistrust of new people. The more I got to know him, the more it made perfect sense.
He’d learned to protect himself.
I shifted to rest my chin on my hands as I looked up at him. His face was calm, but his eyes stayed pinned to the ceiling.
“Hey.”
He looked down at me, and a soft smile lifted his lips. “Hey.”
I scooted up to kiss him, to pour into him every ounce of affection and appreciation I felt for him. For us.
I was falling for Wyatt Sullivan.
Hard.
While I didn’t know what it meant and couldn’t quite find the words, I could show him with my kiss. It started soft and slow but turned sensuous and deep. A hard, raspy moan moved from his throat into me.
My heart ached at how sweet and perfect that man was. Strong, honest, short tempered, and kind. The man who had believed for so long that his performance on the field equaled his worth. The man who had been told time and time again that his best was just short of being enough.
You are more than enough .
I squeezed my eyes tight as I continued to kiss him and scream the thought in my mind over and over— You are more than enough .
Finally, I broke the kiss and swallowed hard. My hand swept the stray hair from his forehead. “I’m here. I’m here with you.”
It was all I could do to not blurt out the feelings that were growing wildly out of control. Like a vine you knew might be trouble but had suddenly overtaken everything and nothing was the same.
Wyatt’s gravelly voice echoed through the dark room. “I am the luckiest man in the world.”
I preened at his praise and attention.
My inner critic was blissfully quiet, and I enjoyed the stillness his comforting words brought me.
I settled into the nook of his arm, and we spent lazy hours exploring each other without having to rush or hide or be quiet. Our hands roamed. We found each other in the darkness, coming together to make love and cherish each other with unspoken words.
* * *
Sometime in the early morning I awoke, tangled in Wyatt’s arms and legs. My eyes burned from lack of sleep, and my body was swollen and sore, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Wyatt barely moved as I shifted to lift some of the weight off his heavy arm.
I smiled at him. Out cold .
I used the protection of the dim room to stare at his perfect face—his straight nose, the dip in his upper lip. I gently smoothed a finger over the spot where a line usually creased between his eyebrows.
Thoughts of my unsent callback slate flickered through my mind.
How could I leave now?
I laughed at myself. Aubergine would be proud that I was acting as if by assuming I’d get the gig, it would force me to leave Outtatowner to film in LA.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about that, since I hadn’t mustered up the courage to even send in the video clip yet.
My insides went to war over whether I was being foolish for not even seeing if the casting director would be interested in me.
The day player role was perfect—everything I’d been working for and trying to land since I’d left my first year of college and driven 457 solo miles to Los Angeles with nothing but a few thousand dollars and a hopeful naivete.
But just thinking about it left me... uneasy.
On one hand, the chances of me getting the role were slim, and even then I could always turn it down. On the other, Wyatt and I had been operating under the assumption that I was staying in Outtatowner only for the summer. We hadn’t talked long term. At all.
Bubbles of worry fizzed in my belly.
I couldn’t think clearly while I was surrounded by Wyatt’s scent and wrapped in the most expensive bedsheets my ass had ever touched. I lifted his arm and quietly padded to the en suite bathroom.
After I finished, I washed my hands and patted my face with the cold water.
“Sneaking out?” Wyatt’s voice was heavy with sleep. He leaned against the doorjamb, and I stepped forward to wrap my arms around his middle.
“’Course not.” Well, not now that I was totally busted.
“Good.” He dropped a kiss to my head, and I crawled back into the bed that still held his warmth.
After a minute, he crawled back into bed, too, lying behind me and tucking my back against his front.
His breath was heavy in the darkness. “It’s quiet when she’s gone.”
I smiled to myself. For such a grump, he was awfully tenderhearted. “She’s lucky to have you.”
Wyatt squeezed me a little tighter. “I just worry. Bethany doesn’t see her a lot, and when she does, I start to worry that Penny will get scared sleeping there or not have her night-light or forget that she’s the best kid in the world.”
My thoughts turned to Wyatt’s ex. “She’s... nice. Pleasant even.”
“It’s taken Beth a long time to get used to the idea of being a mom. It’s a work in progress, but I know that when Penny’s there, she’s cared for. Took a long time for me to come to peace with that.”
“I have to admit I was a little worried.” I shrugged and tried to hide my nerves. “Even if I am just the nanny.”
“You know damn well you’re not just the nanny.” His nose nuzzled into my neck. “Keep saying that and you’re going to piss me off.”
My insides turned to mush, and I scolded myself for letting myself fall a little harder.
Get a grip, Lark.
“Right.” I stifled a giggle as his naked body pressed into mine. “Personal assistant.”
He grunted in response, digging his hips into me. “Not that either.”
“Well, an actress is nothing if not adaptable. I can be whatever you need.” I turned inside the circle of his arms and batted my eyelashes at him.
“Right now, the only thing I need is you.”