Elsie
Being with Wyatt was nothing like I’d ever experienced before.
Every fevered look, every touch, every kiss had me begging for more.
He’d just given me an earth-shattering orgasm when he stood and faced me. He slipped his arms around my waist, then pulled me close. There was a fierce look in his eyes, one that sent a chill down my spine, and I knew then he wasn’t done with me.
No. He was just getting started.
He brushed his lips against mine, but not gently like before. Instead, it was hot, passionate, and demanding, and I loved it. I moaned into his mouth, stealing the last of his restraint.
He leaned down and lifted me up, cradling me close to his chest as he carried me over to the bed.
He held me tightly, making me feel safe and secure in his arms. Seconds later, I was on my back and his body covered mine.
His weight pressed me into the bed as his hands, rough and impatient, roamed over my body.
His touch felt so good, so right, and I only wanted more.
He kissed me, soft and tender, then looked down at me and waited until I gave him a nod, letting him know that I was okay to move forward.
He waited a moment, giving me a chance to change my mind, then lifted off of me and started taking off his jeans.
I watched in awe as he lowered them down his hips.
He was beautiful. From his perfectly chiseled chest to his exquisitely pronounced V, he was a sight to behold.
The man was truly beautiful.
Before tossing his jeans to the floor, he took out his wallet and began searching for a condom. Once he found one, he slipped it on, then looked down at me sprawled out on the bed. “You’re amazing, Elsie. Absolutely amazing.”
I continued to watch with eagerness as he lowered himself back down on the bed. He hovered over me for a moment, looking into my eyes with one of his soul-searching stares, then he slowly positioned himself between my legs. I inhaled a quick breath when he raked his cock against me.
I knew what was coming. I knew there was a chance that it would be painful, but I didn’t care.
I was so lost in the moment that all I could think about was the all-consuming need I felt for him.
He reached between us, then centered himself as he said, “I’m going to go slow, but I can’t promise that it won’t hurt a little. ”
“I’m good... Don’t stop.”
He nodded, then slowly inched forward. I felt a slight sting, but not enough to take away from the moment. I just needed a second to acclimate myself. After a couple of deep breaths, I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move, matching the rhythm as I rocked my hips against him.
Bliss. Pure bliss. I had no idea it could be so good, and I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to let myself feel every erotic sensation. But Wyatt had other plans.
A deep growl vibrated through his chest as his pace quickened, becoming more demanding and intense with each shift of his hips.
The muscles in my abdomen began to tighten and without thinking, my legs drew up beside him.
My fingers grasped his biceps as I held on to him, bracing myself for the next wave of pleasure that crashed through my body.
With one deep thrust, my orgasm jolted through me, and I was left shocked and shuddering from the intense pleasure.
I was completely spent, but he didn’t stop.
Not even close. He drove into me again and again until he found his own release, growling out like a satisfied bear as he lowered his body onto mine.
I lay there limp beneath him, listening silently to the rapid beating of his heart.
Just as it began to slow, Wyatt eased off of me and rolled over on his side.
After a couple of deep breaths, he disposed of the condom, then slipped his arm under me and pulled me close. I laid my head on his chest and sighed. He immediately turned to me with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m good.”
“You’re sure?” he asked with concern. “You don’t need anything?”
“I’m fine, Wyatt.” I gave him a warm smile. “In fact, I’m more than fine. I had no idea it would be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that. It was incredible.”
“Yes, it was.”
While I was relieved that he’d agreed, I was curious to know if he thought things had gone as well as I thought they had. I leaned up on my elbow and tried to be casual as I asked, “Are you sure about that? Was it really okay?”
“It was more than okay, Elsie.” He eased forward and kissed me on the temple. “You had nothing to worry about.”
“Good.”
I laid back on the pillow and inched up the covers as I curled up next to him. We lay there quietly for several minutes, and I was beginning to think Wyatt had drifted off to sleep until he asked, “Are you tired?”
“Not really.”
“Me either.” He sat up in bed and asked, “Do you want to watch TV or something?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
He nodded, then got up and collected his boxers from the floor. When he started to get dressed, I eased out of bed and gathered my clothes from the floor. I was about to go get cleaned up when Wyatt said, “Just a second.”
I waited and watched as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers. He tossed it over to me as he said, “This might be more comfortable.”
“Thanks.”
With clothes in hand, I darted into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit; then, I put on the clothes Wyatt had given me.
I gave myself a quick check in the mirror, and after fixing my smudged eyeliner, I opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.
There was no sign of Wyatt, so I started down the hall and called out, “Wyatt?”
“I’m in the kitchen.” When I walked in, I found him standing in front of the refrigerator wearing only his boxer briefs and a wife-beater t-shirt, and he looked unbelievably sexy. A soft smile crept across his handsome face as his eyes skirted over me. “I like the look.”
“Thanks.” I could feel the warmth of my blush as it crept along my cheeks. “I like yours, too.”
“Glad you like it... You hungry?”
Wrath and Savage had wiped out most of the pizza and wings, so I didn’t get much to eat. And after our little workout, I had a little grumble in my stomach. “Umm, yeah. I could eat. Whatcha got?”
“Not a lot.” He searched a moment longer, then said, “I can make us an omelet or a grilled cheese? Or an egg sandwich?”
“Oooh, an egg sandwich sounds good.”
“Yeah, it does.”
He pulled out the eggs and mayo and placed them on the counter, then he took out a skillet.
It was strange seeing him like this—so relaxed and laidback.
It was almost like I was getting a secret glimpse of his life outside of the club—one that no one else got to see.
Enthralled, I sat down on the stool and watched him fry our eggs.
When they were almost done, he pulled out the bread and started to spread mayonnaise on each slice.
As soon as he was done, he stepped back over to the stove to check on the eggs.
That's when I told him, "My mother used to make egg sandwiches whenever my brother and I were sick- like every single time.
Earache. Stomachache. Egg sandwich. I swear she thought they had special healing powers. "
"I would never think about eating an egg when I was a kid.
Just the thought of them turned my stomach.
" He cut each of the sandwiches into triangles as he told me, "But Stitch ate them all the time, and I was determined to be just like him, so I gave it a go.
Turns out, they weren't so bad. I even grew to like them. "
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but when I first moved to the clubhouse, I was completely terrified of your dad.”
Wyatt slid my plate over to me as he snickered, “He does make quite a first impression.”
“He certainly does. He makes a pretty impactful second and third impression, too,” I giggled. “But now that I’ve gotten to know him, I’m still pretty terrified of him.”
“Really? Why? He’s just a big teddy bear.”
“Stitch is nothing of the sort. He’s more like a rabid bear or a starved mountain lion or a werewolf on a full moon.”
“I get it. He’s a big scary dude, but he was more of a father to me than my ol’ man ever was. He saw me for me. Never treated me like I was just some weird kid. He didn’t call me names or put me down. He took the time to get to know me, and that meant something to me. It still does.”
“I’m glad you have him in your life.”
“Me, too. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him.”
“Do you think you would’ve joined the MC if he hadn’t come around?”
“No, probably not, but then, there’s a lot of things I wouldn’t have done if it hadn’t been for him.”
“Like what?”
“Rebuilding an engine. Riding a motorcycle. Going to a party and getting hammered.” He shrugged. “The brothers got me to do stuff I never thought I’d do.”
“They can be pretty persuasive.”
“That’s an understatement,” he chuckled. “But honestly, when I was younger, I didn’t need a lot of persuading. I wanted to do the things they were doing, even if it was something I was skeptical about. I guess the draw to being like them was stronger than my fear of failing.”
I’d known Wyatt for over two years before I discovered that he had Asperger’s.
I wouldn’t have known then if he hadn’t told me.
I’d always just thought he was quiet and reserved, but as we got closer, he started opening up to me about the struggles he’d had growing up and how he still struggled with his temper.
I liked that he felt comfortable enough to talk to me about the struggles he'd had.
It made me feel closer to him, and I wanted that more now than ever. “I wish I had known you when you were younger. I bet you were adorable.”
“What? You don’t think I’m adorable now?”
“Oh, you’re plenty adorable, especially when you cook in your boxers.”
“Oh, you think so?” A panty-melting smile swept across his face as he said, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
We continued talking as we ate our sandwiches, and when we were done, Wyatt put our dishes in the sink and asked, “You ready for that movie?”
“Sure.”
I followed him into the living room and over to the sofa. As soon as we were seated, he grabbed one of his blankets and draped it over us. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. “Action? Comedy? What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything is fine with me.” When he stopped on one of the old Rambo movies, I shook my head and said, “Except that.”
“Why? You got something against Rambo?”
“No, I’m just not in the mood for a trigger-happy militant with a bad haircut.” His mouth dropped like he was wounded by my comment, so I asked, “Why? Is this your favorite movie or something?”
"No, I wouldn’t say that, but Rambo is one of the classics.”
“A classic? I think you’re pushing it there a little.”
“No way.” Wyatt’s brows furrowed. “He’s a Vietnam War veteran who takes justice into his own hands. The man is an American legend.”
“Who made his name by blowing people up.”
“He’s a highly skilled soldier.”
“Um-hmm.”
“You know, it’s not just about blowing people up. There’s an emotional side, too.”
“Oh really?”
“Absolutely. He’s struggling to process his own trauma from the war. The whole thing speaks to the strength of humanity in the face of adversity.”
I started giggling as I said, “I can’t tell if you are being serious right now.”
“Of course, I’m being serious.” His face showed zero emotion as he told me,
“You can’t go wrong when you’re fighting for what’s right.”
“Okay, fine. We can watch it.”
“Nah.” A lopsided grin crept across his face. “I’m not in the mood for an American legend tonight.”
“Seriously?” I gave him a nudge and chuckled, “You put me through all that for nothing.”
“Just giving you some insight on a classic.” He started flipping through the channels, and when he couldn’t find something that appealed to him, he offered the remote to me. “Your turn.”
“Okay, but I don’t think I’m going to have any better luck.” I started flipping through the various movie channels, and it wasn’t long before I came across an old Morgan Freeman movie. “How about this one?”
“Looks good to me.”
We both settled in on the sofa, and it wasn’t long before we were both engrossed in the movie.
It was a thriller where several women were being held captive in a cave—one of them being Freeman’s niece.
It was an older movie, but Wyatt seemed to be enjoying it.
I didn’t really care about the movie. I was just happy to be there with him.
When it was over, I motioned my hand towards the screen and announced, “I knew it was him.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep.” I rested my head on Wyatt’s shoulder. “They always try and make it the guy you least expect, but they’re the ones I always expect the most.”
“So, you knew that from the start that it was the cop?”
“No, but all that good ol’ boy, ‘I’ll take care of you and watch over you’ stuff, is always a red flag.
They try to give you this false sense of security by making the bad guy look innocent.
It never works, especially when it’s some sweet, little old guy who lives alone and has no life.
” I was tired and rambling when I closed my eyes and told him, “They are always the ones with some shady background that no one thought to check out.”
“You’re right.”
Wyatt sat up, and I could tell by his expression that something was wrong, but I had no idea what had him so rattled. After several seconds, he stood and said, “I’ve gotta go.”
“What? Right now?” I glanced over at the clock as I told him, “It’s after midnight.”
“I know.” He rushed down the hall towards his room as he explained, “There’s something I need to look into.”
“Now?” I got up from the sofa and followed him down the hall as I asked, “Is something wrong?”
“I can’t get into it.”
“So, it has something to do with the club?”
When he didn’t respond, I knew I had my answer.
I knew better than to ask any more questions. Club business was never discussed with anyone other than the brothers, so I left it alone and started changing back into my clothes. I’d just put back on my jeans and was about to take off Wyatt’s t-shirt when he said, “Keep it.”
He stepped over to me and lowered his mouth to mine.
The second our lips connected, my entire body came alive.
Needing more, I lifted my hand up to his face, urging him closer as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth.
The bristles of his beard were rough against my palm, but his lips were soft and warm, luring me in for more.
His touch was tender and sweet, sending a wave of heat rushing over me.
I was just about to get swept away when he withdrew his mouth and rested his forehead to mine. “I’ve gotta go.”
Doing my best to hide my disappointment, I nodded and finished gathering my things. A blink later, we were out the door, and my date with Wyatt was over. Damn. That was not how I thought it would play out, but things rarely ever go the way I think they will.