Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
The sounds of whispers and a door closing woke me. Next came kisses pressed to the back of my neck. A nose brushed against my ear. “Time to wake up, joint thief,” Wyatt whispered.
I opened my eyes only slightly for a moment to see Roe was gone and Wyatt was cuddling me from behind. I groaned and snuggled the side of my face deeper into the pillow, not wanting to wake up yet. It was so nice being able to sleep on my side again.
Wyatt’s warm hand smoothed over my thigh before moving up. That was about as effective as a shot of espresso. As he moved his hand over my hip, he hooked his finger into the side strap of my thong. He tugged on it once, twice as he kissed my neck again. “How should I wake you, hmm?”
“I’m too tired to answer questions. Wake me how you want to wake me,” I said, still sounding half asleep.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked.
“What’d I say about questions?”
His answer was to pull down my thong. My heart started to beat a little faster and butterflies fluttered low in my belly at the feel of his warm hands grazing my skin as he worked the small scrap of clothing down my legs until he removed it completely.
He lifted my leg slightly so he could shove his between mine.
His hand wasted no time finding my clit and slowly stroking it.
“I barely slept last night,” he said as his nose brushed my ear.
“All I could think about was ripping off that little thong and taking you right here.” His fingers traveled farther down until he reached my wet opening.
He pushed a finger inside me. When he withdrew, he added a second before thrusting inside me again.
Moaning, I reached behind me and between us. I tried to wrap my hand around him through his sweatpants.
“I want more than your hand, gorgeous,” he said, voice deep and serious. “I want this pretty pussy squeezing around me.” His thumb went to my clit, driving me mad.
“How?” I breathed. “How do you want to take me?”
His breath shuddered against my ear. “I want you to ride me. I want to see your beautiful tits you teased me with last night bouncing in my face.”
I groaned and rolled toward him. “Do you have a condom?”
He pulled his hand out of me. The abrupt vacancy left me aching, empty.
He practically leapt over me to reach into Roe’s nightstand.
Once he had a condom, we rearranged on the bed with him on his back.
As I straddled him, I noticed a tiny heart tattooed below his hip bone.
One of these days, I’d take the time to just explore them and take in all the art that he, Roe, and maybe even Reid had on their bodies.
I took off the shirt he’d lent me the night before as he shimmied his pants off and put the condom on.
He was decently sized, like Roe. I wrapped my hand around him and lined him up with my entrance before slowly easing the tip of him inside.
I pressed my hands flat on his chest as I began to sit, taking him in inch by inch.
His hands went to my hips. The way his fingers dimpled my skin, I knew he was straining not to pull me down on him the rest of the way.
When he was fully in, I exhaled and just sat there for a moment. He moved his hands to my breasts and cupped them. His thumbs brushed over my hard nipples, making me shudder.
“Sensitive. Good to know,” he said as he dropped a hand down and started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
My breath hitched and I clenched around him.
He let out a small grunt. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to move. With my hands still flat on his chest, I lifted my hips and came down on him again. I repeated the motion over and over, making my breasts bounce, fulfilling his fantasy. He groaned watching me, feeling me.
When my breaths started to get labored from the exertion and the feeling of my orgasm building almost to the peak, he sat up, stopping me from moving any more.
I nearly screamed in frustration, but he kissed me.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, stroking mine like he was lost in the pleasure.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked when he was finally able to break away.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, voice desperate and needy. How could it not be after I’d just been edged like that? “Make me come.”
He flipped us and laid me gently on the bed with my head on the pillows. His hips started rocking as he pinned my hands on either side of my head. The feel of him moving in and out was almost too good.
“When you begged me just now…fuck, Lottie.” His eyes closed as if in pain for a moment. “Don’t ever beg me like that in a place I can’t get you naked.”
“Harder, Wyatt.”
He cursed and began pounding into me.
There it was. Just what I needed. Each thrust pushed me closer and closer until I reached that edge again. The noises that came out of me as he inched me to release were uncontrolled, loud, and almost pain-filled.
“I’m going to come,” I cried.
“I’m right behind you, joint thief,” he said as his pace picked up and destroyed me in the best possible way.
I was falling, then breaking into a million little pieces. I was so consumed by my own orgasm, I almost missed his. He continued to pound into me as I contracted around him until he slammed in one last time with a grunt. I felt him twitch inside me as he filled the condom.
As he breathed heavily, he stared down at me with hooded eyes. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering what it would feel like to have you come inside me without the condom,” I answered honestly.
He groaned and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Don’t get me going again or we’ll be late for breakfast. I’m sure Roe has returned with it already.”
“Then I suggest you pull out of me.”
He sighed with disappointment as he withdrew from me, and we got dressed.
Well, sort of. He was back in his sweatpants, and I put his shirt back on.
I couldn’t find my thong, and I was worried that if I bent over too much to search the bed, I’d tempt him to the point of being late to a breakfast Roe had taken the time to go get for us.
The shirt was long enough to cover me almost to the tops of my knees.
I had worn shorter dresses, so I figured just wearing the shirt was fine.
We walked out holding hands. Roe and surprisingly Reid were sitting at the dining room table, eating what looked like burritos. They both took in my bare legs as I rounded the table.
“Burritos for breakfast?” I asked as I sat in the chair next to Reid.
“They’re breakfast burritos,” Roe said as he slid a giant, foil-wrapped burrito toward me.
As I went to take it, Reid grabbed my wrist and looked over my raw, slightly swollen knuckles.
“She iced it for about twenty minutes last night before she fell asleep,” Wyatt said as he sat across from us.
I pulled my hand from Reid’s grasp. “I’m fine. I’m more hungry than anything.” I dragged the burrito the rest of the way to me and unwrapped it.
“I wonder why that is,” Roe teased, glancing at Wyatt, who grinned before quietly biting into his burrito.
“You had her moaning so loudly, I’m surprised you didn’t wake Noble,” Reid said.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Wyatt said.
I’m just going to eat, I thought as I bit into my burrito. There were eggs, sausage, potatoes, cheese, and salsa inside. It was delicious.
“He didn’t get home until after four. Nothing’s waking him up,” Roe said.
We ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying our meal, until Reid asked, “Are you returning to school tomorrow?”
It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. I nodded as I chewed.
“Have you thought about what might happen?” he asked.
I set my burrito down. “Yes, and I honestly don’t know what will happen. I worry about Brandon, mostly. The last time I saw him, I shoved him off me and ran.”
“If he approaches you at school, do you think he’ll do anything?” Wyatt asked with a hint of worry in his voice.
“I don’t know. He loves his golden-boy reputation, but I’ve seen him drop that act before when angry enough,” I said as I fiddled with the hem of Wyatt’s shirt.
“But I’m not who I was a few weeks ago. I won’t react submissively out of fear anymore.
” I sighed at how silly that sounded. It had only been a few weeks, but I had changed so much.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m still scared. I’m just…
” I trailed off as I tried to find the best way to describe it.
“I’m not in it anymore. I was so strung out and crippled by fear and pain all the time.
Now I’m out. I’m free to feel, breathe, and see things without the fucking leash my mother had wrapped around my neck.
It doesn’t matter if anything happens tomorrow.
It won’t change anything. I will not go back. ”
They were quiet. Reid set his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbed back and forth with his thumb. “I know you won’t go back. I’m concerned what he’ll do when you refuse.”
“I’ll be with her as much as I can,” Roe said.
“And when you step between her and him?” Reid asked. “Are you ready for the fallout?”
I was also concerned about that.
“I know exactly what might happen, Reid,” Roe snapped, sounding beyond mad.
“And to be honest, I don’t fucking care.
You two are like my brothers and I’ve always wanted you to be happy.
You both hate the club because your dads were two fucking assholes who did you and your families wrong.
But my dad isn’t an asshole. Sure, my mom left us because she couldn’t handle the shit the club dragged him into, but I don’t have the same hatred you two have. I just don’t want to become a member.”
Roe’s words and the anger carried with them told me this outburst had been brewing inside him for a while.