Elsie
Ithought I was dreaming, that I hadn’t really felt the bed dip as Wyatt slipped into bed next to me.
I thought the scent of his cologne and the rough bristles of his day-old beard against my neck were just figments of my imagination.
It wasn’t until I felt the warmth of his hand trail up my thigh that I realized it was really him.
My breath caught as his fingers curled around the band of my panties and pulled them down over my hips. “Wyatt?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, his hands reached for the hem of my nightgown and gently pulled it over my head.
I wanted to protest and force him to talk to me, but it felt so good to have him so close.
I’d missed him. I’d missed his touch and his mouth against my skin, and I just couldn’t tell him to stop.
He settled himself between my legs, then brushed his tongue roughly against me, causing my back to arch against the mattress.
I knew something was wrong. I could see it in his eyes, but he refused to speak. I wanted him to know that he could open up to me, so I tried once again. “Wyatt, is something wrong? Talk to me.”
Giving no response whatsoever, he continued to torment me with his mouth. There was something different about the way he touched me. It wasn’t his usual sensual caress. It was rough and demanding like a man possessed, and while it felt incredible, there was something off about it.
I tried to resist. I didn’t want to come when he was being so cold and distant, but the second his warm, wet mouth pressed against me, I was unable to hold back.
Every nerve in my body started to tingle, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, his fingers delved inside me, twisting and turning as he dragged them across my g-spot.
Jolts of pleasure surged through me as he brought me to the edge, making it impossible to resist.
My hands dropped to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as that familiar tingling sensation began to churn in my abdomen. I clamped down around his fingers as my release ripped through me, leaving me in a complete daze.
I was still trying to gather my senses when Wyatt started to unbuckle his belt. Hoping to draw his attention, I whispered, “Wyatt.”
He didn’t answer, so I said his name again, louder this time. “Wyatt.”
When he still didn’t answer, I quickly sat up and scooted out of his reach, tugging the covers up to my chest. His eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and confusion. I quickly shook my head and told him, “No, Wyatt. Not like this.”
“What?”
“Not like this,” I repeated. “You’re not talking to me. It’s like you don’t even know it’s me...”
He didn’t respond, and it hurt my feelings even more.
My voice trembled as I told him, “If you’re just wanting to get off, then go get one of the other girls because I’m not interested.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Well, it certainly feels that way.” A tear trickled down my cheek as I told him, “It hurts me when you won’t talk to me, Wyatt, especially when we’re like this.”
I hoped he would apologize or, at the very least, explain what was going on inside his head, but he didn’t say a word.
He simply stood there staring at me with a storm of emotion raging in his eyes.
I wanted to be there for him, but not like this—not unless he opened up and talked to me.
He stood there for a moment longer, then turned and started for the door. “I’m sorry.”
“Wyatt! Wait!”
I jumped off the bed and rushed after him, but I was too late.
He was already out the door and halfway down the hall.
I would’ve gone after him, but I wasn’t dressed and had no desire to give the brothers an eyeful.
Flustered, I slammed my door and got back in bed.
I sifted through my blankets, and once I found my nightgown, I slipped it over my head and nestled under my covers.
I loved Wyatt.
I’d loved him for years.
He’d always been there for me when I needed him, and I wanted to do the same for him.
But to do that, I needed him to talk to me, not shut me out.
I tried to give him a moment, hoping in time he would show me the tenderness he’d shown me the first time we slept together, and it was impossible not to be hurt when he didn’t.
I hated that he seemed so closed off, so lost, when he touched me.
I hated it even more that he’d left. I waited for over an hour, hoping that he would eventually come back.
When he didn’t, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I got out of bed, put on some clothes, and charged down the hall to Wyatt’s room.
I tapped on the door, but there was no answer.
I knocked a little harder, but yet again, no answer.
I was beginning to think that he’d taken my harsh words to heart and had gone to hook up with one of the club girls when I heard a faint hum coming from inside his room. I turned the doorknob, and to my surprise, it wasn’t locked. I eased it open and whispered into the dark, “Wyatt?”
There was no answer, but I could still hear the muffled hum in the corner.
I opened the door a little wider, letting the light from the hall fill the room.
That’s when I spotted Wyatt sitting at his desk, his hand covering his eyes, and he was wearing a pair of headphones.
I closed the door and quietly made my way over to him.
I placed my hands on his headphones, and an old rock song blasted from the earpieces as I slipped them off his head.
He turned off the music, then whipped around with a start. “Elsie?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” I reached across his desk and turned on the lamp. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m better now.” He placed his hands on my hips and tugged me closer, and anguish filled his eyes as he whispered, “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“What exactly was that?”
“It was nothing... I was just in my head.”
“In your head about what?”
“You.” He lowered his forehead to my chest and sighed. “I can’t take the idea of something happening to you.”
“Nothing’s gonna happen to me, Wyatt.” I ran my fingers through his thick hair. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I wish I could believe that.”
“You have no reason not to.” I placed my hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “You have to know how I feel about you.”
“But why?”
“Because you gave me a reason to get up and face the day.” Tears stung my eyes as I told him, “I’d lost everything, Wyatt.
My family. My home. And there were times when I thought about giving in to the heartbreak, but then, I’d see you.
I don’t know how you always knew, but you never failed to be there when I needed you the most.”
“You do the same for me.”
“I’d say we’re pretty lucky to have one another.”
“No doubt.” A lopsided grin crept across his handsome face. “You remember the day I wiped out on Hayes’ dirt bike?”
“How could I forget? You almost killed yourself that day.”
“Yeah, it was pretty bad. I tried to hide from everyone, especially my mother. I’d barely returned to my room when you came rushing up behind me.” He shook his head, “Pretty sure the scolding you gave me was worse than the one my mother would’ve given me.”
I gave him a playful nudge and giggled, “Well, you deserved it... and more.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I’m absolutely right.” That worried crease between his brow had finally started to fade, so I took the opportunity to say, “You wouldn’t talk to me. You were so closed off. It was like you were there, but you weren’t.”
“I know, and I’m sorry about that.” He stood and placed his hands on my hips. "I should’ve dealt with my shit before ever coming to your room.”
“No, I want to be the person you come to, but you gotta talk to me, like you used to. You can’t shut me out.
” I could see the wheels turning in his head, so I added, “Don’t misunderstand.
I know you can’t discuss club stuff and all that, but I’m here for anything else, just like I’ve always been.
And you’ve always been for me. That’s why we work.
We’re here for the good and the bad. And that’s the way I always want it to be. ”
The words barely left my mouth when he leaned forward and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly.
My entire body tingled as he delved deeper into my mouth.
I’d never felt anything so intense, so full of desire, as we clung to each other like we were taking our last breath.
He released my mouth just long enough to whisper, “I don’t deserve you.
But I can’t let you go... I need you too much. ”
“I need you, too.”
His eyes never left mine as I reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning it slowly.
I loved how he looked at me like I was the sun, and everything revolved around me.
His lips brushed against mine, but not gently like before.
Instead, it was hot, passionate, and demanding.
I gasped when he lifted me up, cradling me close to his chest as he carried me over to the bed.
He carefully lowered my feet to the floor, and a wave of anticipation washed over me when he reached for the hem of my t-shirt and eased it over my head.
Wasting no time, he slipped his hands around my back and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
After taking a moment to appraise me, he leaned forward and covered my mouth with a hungry kiss.
In that instant, everything around me seemed to slip away.
My chest tightened when he whispered, “I wish I knew how to tell you what you mean to me.”
“You don’t have to say the words.” I placed my palm on his cheek and whispered, “I feel it when you touch me… when you look at me.”
The words had barely left my mouth when his lips came crashing down on mine.
The caress of his lips was magic, making me feel like I was floating on air. The tips of his fingers trailed along my spine, and I arched towards him, seeking the heat of his touch.