Chapter 9 #2
At first, he was gentle, as if gauging my reaction. I slid a hand into his hair and the way I kissed him back was anything but gentle.
He let out a soft, low groan. His pierced tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring and tasting. I curled mine around his, feeling the barbell.
He broke away. “If you keep kissing me like that, I might do something bad.” He trailed kisses down my jaw, then placed one right above my heart.
I was wearing a gray spaghetti-strap cami with matching shorts tonight. So his lips met skin.
I grabbed the sides of his face and brought him back to my mouth, kissing him just as heatedly as before. I wanted his attention. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted that something bad he threatened. I didn’t even care if it hurt.
He must have sensed that, because his lips stretched into a smile against mine. “I’ll give you what you want. Just tell me.”
I pulled away. “I’ve never had to ask for an orgasm before.”
He shook as he laughed silently. When he was finally able to calm down, he let out a happy sigh. “I adore everything that comes out of your mouth.”
His lips returned to mine. The way he kissed changed.
It was as if he’d been holding out before.
The way he was kissing me now, I wasn’t able to reciprocate.
Only receive and endure what his mouth and tongue were doing to me.
His hand returned to my stomach before it moved down into my shorts and underwear.
My breath hitched the moment his fingers slid between my legs.
I was so turned on, I had soaked through my underwear. He seemed to realize it as well, the moment his fingers dipped into what was pooled at my center.
“All of this for me?” he whispered against my mouth as he spread my wetness between my lips and over my clit. Once he reached that sensitive spot, he stayed there, rubbing small, slow circles over it. “Is this how you want me to make you come?”
I wanted to moan so badly. I couldn’t, though. If Bram came barging in here, I’d lose my mind.
His fingers left my clit and returned to my center.
“Or do you want it this way?” He pushed a finger inside me, then withdrew.
He repeated the motion of pumping his finger in and out a few more times before adding a second.
“Is this how you want it, Lottie? Do you want me to finger this pussy until you come?”
I tilted my head back as I took in small breaths. At my side, I fisted the blankets.
Wyatt kissed my cheek and trailed his lips to my ear. “Or would you prefer my head between your legs? I know which I’d prefer. You’re dripping wet and it would be a shame not to taste it.”
“I want it all.” My voice trembled as I whispered.
Wyatt’s fingers withdrew from me as he pulled his hand from my underwear and shorts.
The covers were ripped away, and Wyatt disappeared from my side.
The bathroom light flicked on and a little bit of light bled into the bedroom.
Wyatt reached over his head and pulled his shirt off as he climbed back on the bed between my legs.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of my shorts and underwear.
I went to lift my hips.
“Don’t, beautiful,” he said. “I do all the work, remember?”
He pulled my clothes down my hips easily. He tsked when I bent my legs to help him remove them the rest of the way. “So impatient.” He tossed my clothes on top of his shirt on the floor. “I’m going to feel like shit if your ribs are killing you tomorrow.”
“Then I’ll take pain meds and you’ll never know.”
He shook his head at me and parted my legs with his hands on each of my knees. His eyes turned hooded as they took me in. He cursed. “That’s a pretty pussy.”
“Wyatt,” I whisper-yelled as I tried to close my legs.
He held them open and lowered himself. “What? It’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I covered my face with my hands.
“As much as I’m looking forward to eating this, I can’t wait to have it wrapped around my cock.”
I felt his breath on me right before his tongue dragged up my slit slowly. I gasped at the feel of his piercing on me.
“Mmm,” he hummed, and he gave me another exploring lick. “Roe was right. You do taste good.”
“He told you that?” I breathed.
“How could he not brag after having his face here?” He sucked my clit into his mouth, making my hips jump. He released me and laid his tongue flat so he could roll his piercing around that little bundle of nerves.
I brought one hand down on top of his head and covered my mouth with the back of my other.
“’She tastes so good,’ he told us,” he said against me.
“Us?” I panted.
Wyatt chuckled. “Caught that, did you?”
I fisted his hair and pushed his mouth back on me to silence him. As if to pay me back for that little stunt, he pushed two fingers inside me as he flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit.
My hips bucked and I had to press the back of my hand harder against my mouth. I was going to come. I could feel it getting closer and closer.
“Don’t stop,” I panted. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Instead, his rhythm quickened and I was thrust toward the finish line. My legs shook as I tried not to squeeze them around him and I had to cover my mouth with my palm. Little noises still managed to escape as I rode the waves of my orgasm.
As my body settled, I released Wyatt’s hair and relaxed my legs.
He lifted from me, smiling. His mouth and chin glistened even in the little bit of light there was. “You ready to go again? Because I’m not done down here.” His tongue flicked out, lapping my sensitive clit, making me clench around his fingers.
I reached for the top of his head. “Again, please.”
I didn’t have to push him down. He dove back in. When I came the second time, I had to cover my face with a pillow to muffle my moans.
Morning came too quick. Wyatt had to get home and ready for school. Before Wyatt fully climbed out the window, he kissed me. It was passionate and nearly dizzying.
“Just in case you still have doubts about my feelings,” he said as he pulled away.
I had to fight not to smile. “My doubts disappeared last night.”
He gave me a boyish proud grin. “Good.”
After he left, I debated going back to bed.
I was still going to stay home for at least another week.
I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I didn’t want to have to come up with lies.
I still had visible bruising on my neck.
My ribs were still sore. Last night probably hadn’t helped.
Remembering that, I went over to the bedside table to take some pain meds.
Just as I was about to get back into bed, there was a knock on my door.
I quickly went over to unlock and open it.
I knew it would be Bram. He was returning to work today.
Last night he had told me that for the next week, he was going to have two prospects guarding the house until he got home from work every day.
Bram was standing on the other side dressed for work in a dark navy polo with the Kane’s Motors logo over the left breast pocket. “Did you get scared again last night?” he asked.
Yesterday morning Wyatt and I had overslept.
Bram knocked on my door to let me know breakfast was ready.
Because I was asleep, I didn’t answer right away, and he tried to open the door.
If I hadn’t locked it, he would have caught Wyatt as he dashed into the bathroom to hide.
I had to tell Bram that I got scared at night sometimes and locking the door helped. It wasn’t a total lie.
“Yeah. Heading to work?” I tried to deflect.
“In a few. The prospects are here. I want you to meet them.”
Oh, that’s right. I went to step out, but Bram put a hand up.
“Maybe you should change,” he said.
I looked down at my pajamas. I was still in the gray cotton shorts and matching spaghetti-strap cami I had gone to bed in last night.
Sure, the shorts were a little short and I wasn’t wearing a bra, but I wasn’t indecent.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?
Do I need to be presentable? Or is what I’m wearing embarrassing for you? ”
“I could never be embarrassed by you.” He sighed as he glanced over his shoulder toward the living room. “Remember how I said boys are stupid?”
“Ah, come on, Bram,” a male voice said. “We’re not here to do anything but our job.”
Bram shook his head as he moved aside so I could come out and go into the living room.
By the front door, two nearly identical men around the same age as Reid stood wearing cuts with patches on them that read Prospect.
Both had brown hair with a hint of red in it, but different lengths.
One had an inch-long messy crew cut and was clean-shaven; the other had a man bun with faded sides and a short beard.
They were both heavily tattooed from what I could see of their arms and necks.
As I came to a stop a few feet away from them, their matching silver-blue eyes looked me up and down, probably taking me in just as I had done with them.
Bram came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “This is my daughter, Charlotte.”
The one with the messy crew cut’s brows lifted as if surprised. “I thought you said she was a kid?” From the sound of his voice, he was the one who had spoken earlier.
“She is a kid,” Bram grumbled.
“Technically, I’m an adult,” I said as I stared at them. “Is there an issue with my age?”
Messy Crew Cut shook his head and held out his hand to me. “No. My name is Bash.”
I shook his hand.
“I guess we’re here because of whoever gave you that nasty necklace you got there?” Bash said as he eyed my neck. “Was it a boyfriend?”
“It was a boyfriend, but not mine,” I said quickly.
“As I told you guys before, I need you to keep Charlotte safe until I get home,” Bram said, not clarifying.
It made me wonder if he was keeping it private for my sake or because he didn’t want anyone to know.
“If anyone shows up, don’t let them in the house or near Charlotte, and call me right away,” Bram added.
“Understood.” Bash released my hand and nodded toward his twin. “The quiet one is my brother Theo.”
Theo gave me a silent nod.
I looked from one to the other. “You can call me Lottie.”
“These are Kyle’s boys,” Bram said.
I did my best not to let my surprise show. Their father was Bram’s late best friend. The one Bram’s father had killed.
“You can hang out here in the living room. There’s food in the kitchen if you guys get hungry. I’ll be working a little late this week to play catch-up, but won’t be home later than five.”
As Bram continued to give Bash and Theo instructions, I slipped away back to what I was now calling my bedroom.
I supposed I was up for the day.
After concluding that I needed to make some changes this past weekend, I knew I really needed to start today.
I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and dialed Prue’s number. It was early. She would be just waking up or getting ready to head to Mother’s house. I brought the phone to my ear. It rang all the way to voicemail.
I was going to hang up, but at the last second I decided to leave her a message. “Prue, it’s me. Please call me back.”
Ten minutes later, she did.