15. Wyatt
CHAPTER 15
Wyatt
FUN WITH LASSOS
We head back to the New House, where we reheat the lunch Patsy left in the fridge. She doesn’t work on the weekends, but on Fridays, she’ll stock our fridge and pantry with enough food to tide us over until Monday.
Sally, Sawyer, Ella, Duke, and Ryder and I descend on the smoked brisket, slaw, and homemade mac ’n’ cheese like a pack of starving hyenas.
When I’m done, I sit back and watch Sally chat with my brothers about everything and nothing—her epic bluff during last night’s poker game, preparations for the upcoming calving season in January, that episode of Parks and Recreation that had us howling.
I love that she’s here.
I love what a great team we make, working cattle.
I love how sweet she is with my niece, giving Ella her piece of Patsy’s famous Texas sheet cake after Ella polished off her own in three huge bites. Then Sally helps Sawyer wipe Ella down; we laugh when it takes almost half a pack of Huggies wipes to get her clean.
I love how Sally’s ass looks in those fucking jeans .
The ride calm her nerves? She seems relaxed enough.
She did say she wanted more practice quieting her mind. Surefire way to do that is to get her body talking, right? Watching her in the saddle—the athletic roll of her hips while we were cutting cattle, the way the wind tugged at her hair—was the world’s biggest cocktease.
I’m done waiting.
I still can’t believe this is happening. My fantasies—the ones I’ve relived over and over again for almost twenty years now—are finally about to come true.
I’m fucking shaking.
We clean up lunch. Then Sawyer heads back to his place to put Ella down for her afternoon nap while Duke and Ryder head to the feed store in town.
Then it’s just me and Sally in the silent, soaring expanse of the New House’s kitchen.
Closing the dishwasher, I straighten. Wipe my hands on a towel while I watch Sally push the chairs in at the big farm table where we ate.
I drape the towel over the lip of the sink. “So…”
“So…” Sally tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. She looks windblown, her nose a little red from the sun. “I should probably get going.”
“There’s a horse I’d like you to check out first. Think she might be showing signs of colic.”
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, when it gets cold like this, sometimes the horses don’t drink enough water. I’ll grab my stethoscope. Meet you at the barn?”
“Yeah.”
Walking across the yard, I wonder if I should hop in an ATV and grab some condoms from my house. I wanna fuck Sally so bad my teeth ache.
I also wanna take my time with her. Edge her a little bit so when we do have sex, she’ll be wild with anticipation. If I got condoms in my pocket, that ain’t gonna happen. Not having them will force me to pump the brakes.
That’s a good thing—I think.
I hope.
I just wanna please this girl, plain and simple. She ain’t even been kissed properly. Not until last night anyway. Wonder what kinda nightmare she endured the last time someone put their fingers or tongue between her legs.
Yeah, we aren’t gonna need condoms today. But some rope? That could be fun. Don’t you need to have fun to experience the transcendence we talked about?
I hurry to the barn. Thankfully it’s deserted, and it should stay that way. Saturday afternoons are typically quiet on this part of the ranch.
It’s also warm inside.
My body feels wound tight, pulse drumming and skin hot as I grab a coil of rope from the tack room. I hesitate. Will this turn her off? Scare her?
Nah. If her enthusiasm last night was any indication, Sally’s gonna like her orgasm with a side of play. She’s braver than anyone gives her credit for.
I’m taking notes.
I position myself behind the open door so Sally won’t see me when she walks in. Leaning my back against the wall, I get my lariat ready. I run my fingertip over the smooth, almost-whip-like texture of the circle of rope. Its familiarity makes me feel slightly less shaky.
She enters a minute later, passing me without even knowing it. For a second I allow myself to just look at her. The wisps of hair that feather the pale skin of her neck, her stethoscope looped around her nape. The way her body narrows at her waist but swells at her hips and ass.
Sally turns her head, looking for me, and the breath leaves my lungs when I take in the fullness of her lips, how her intelligent eyes are framed by the longest, darkest lashes I’ve ever seen.
God-fucking- damn it, she’s beautiful.
As quietly as I can, I push off the wall and throw the lasso in the air. Raising my arm, I guide the rope in a slow, lazy circle. I wanna catch Sally, but I sure as hell don’t wanna hurt her. Not unless she asks me to.
When she’s ten or so feet away, I release the lariat. She hears it, but before she can register what’s happening, the looped rope drops over her head and shoulders. I give it a quick, hard tug, tightening the lasso across her tits.
Damn, I’m good.
“Wyatt!” she yelps, eyes going wide as she glances at me over her shoulder.
I close the barn door with a definitive thwack. Gathering the rope in my hands, I slowly make my way toward her. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Sunshine.”
A small smile works its way across her lips, her dimple popping. “What about the horse?”
“Horses are fine. I just needed to get you out here.”
“Ah. So what lesson is this?”
“The Toby Keith one.”
She smiles, the kind that touches her eyes. “So I’m gonna know how to rope and ride by the end of it, huh?”
I sidle up behind her. Keeping the rope taut, I lean in and kiss her neck. “If it’s too much?—”
“Not too much.” Her voice is breathy. “But what if—someone might?—”
“Catch us?” I nip at her skin, and she tilts her head, giving me better access. “I know. Better make this count then if we’re risking it, yeah?”
She arches her back, burying her ass in the cradle of my hips. “Yeah. So what am I gonna be riding?”
Of course she’s into this.
Of course she’s being playful .
I am a dead man.
“My hand.” Using said hand, I thumb her chin. “My mouth.” Turn her head and guide her mouth up to mine. “Anything you need to get you where you wanna go.”
I kiss her. My top lip is caught between hers, and her tongue glides through the seam of my open lips.
This woman.
This fucking woman .
She’s learning to not only ask for what she wants, but to take it too.
Those are lessons she learned from me. Me. The guy no one takes seriously. The guy who’d never be good enough for Sally Powell.
But apparently, Sally seems to think I’m pretty damn good at this.
Just like that, I’m hard.
This time, I don’t try to hide it from her. I press my erection into her back. My head is so sensitive that even through our clothes, I can feel how soft she is in the spot where her lower back curves into her ass.
Sally manages to reach behind us. Reach between us to fondle my dick.
“What can I do, Wy?” she pants. “Show me how to make you feel good. I wanna make you feel good.”
She gasps when I give the rope a tug.
“How ’bout I show you how I’m gonna make you feel good? I’m doin’ it already, ain’t I? The rope on your tits?”
“Jesus, your mouth is filthy.”
“Yes ma’am, it is.” Placing a hand on her chest, I slip it inside the V of her denim button-up shirt. “Tell me you’re gonna keep it busy.”
Because she’s smart as a fucking whip, Sally picks up what I’m laying down. “I’ll—yes, I…have some ideas.”
“So do I. Turns me on”—I thrust my hips—“to know you want me as bad as I want you. And I want you bad, Sunshine.”
She squeezes my bulge. “I want you, Wy. I can’t—I haven’t stopped thinking about last night?—”
I growl and bite down on her neck, vampire-style. At the same time, I cup her breast, using my fingers to push down the rope so I can pinch her nipple through her bra. She yelps again, louder.
“You yell and get us caught?—”
“What are you gonna do?” She’s working her hand up and down my dick over my jeans now. “Maybe you need to keep my mouth busy, then.”
A shock wave of need rips through me as the fantasy takes shape. Me pushing Sally to her knees. Binding her hands behind her back. Grabbing her head and shoving my dick inside her mouth, pounding into her until I finish. She swallows my cum, all of it, and when I lean down to kiss her mouth she murmurs, I love the way you taste.
Would she really like me being so rough with her? Would I scare her?
Would I turn her on even more? And what would she say if she saw the tattoo on my thigh?
“Oh, sugar, I plan on it.” I thumb her nipple. It pebbles against the lace, tiny and perfect and achingly soft, and Sally’s breath catches. “Lemme show you how it’s done.”
Giving her nipple a pinch, I kiss her neck as I unbutton her shirt. I trail my fingertips over the bare skin of her belly, her stomach caving as she lets out a little moan.
“That’s it. Keep tellin’ me what you like.” I push my dick against her. “Feel how much that turns me on? Don’t stop.”
She moans again when I unbutton her jeans and pull down the fly. She’s panting now, hips rolling against my hard-on, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep the friction from making me lose my goddamn mind. ’Cause losing my mind would look an awful lot like me bending Sally over a nearby blanket bar and fucking her bare.
It’d look an awful lot like me telling her I want so much more than just sex.
I’m an animal. She’s an angel. I gotta stay in control.
She don’t make it easy. I slide my hand inside her jeans and find cotton panties, edged with lace. My heart skips a beat. These are similar to the ones she was wearing when we went skinny-dipping that day twelve years ago.
I wanted to get inside ’em then.
I can’t fucking believe I finally get to do it now. My fingers tremble as I press them against her pussy through the cotton. She’s hot. The fabric gets damp as I keep pressing, gently guiding her lips apart with my finger.
“Wyatt, oh my God,” she breathes, her shoulders falling back against my chest.
I scrape my fingertip against her clit through the fabric of her panties. “Your body don’t lie, huh? I turn you on.”
“Of course you— oh . Yes. More. Please.”
I slip a finger inside her panties, gritting my teeth when I feel nothing but smooth skin as I loop the fabric around my knuckle.
“What’s this?” I grunt. “You shave?”
“I did. I don’t usually, but I…thought it could be fun. I don’t know?—”
“Oh, Sunshine, you know.” I work my finger up and down, pulling the fabric taut so that it’s caught between her lips. My knuckle trails over her skin. My dick is in agony. “You fuckin’ know more than you let on.”
“You like it shaved?”
“I like it how you like it. And I think you bein’ this way turns you on.”
She nods. “Feels more—wow—sensitive this way.”
Good God. This girl.
I imagine her exploring what feels best in her shower. Shaving her pussy, then grabbing the showerhead to see what happens.
The idea just about sends me into a death spiral.
I give her panties a quick, hard pull, and her hips punch forward. Aw, yeah, she really is sensitive.
Then I pull the panties aside and dig my first two fingers into her swollen slickness.
“Jesus fuck ,” I bite out. “Soaked. What the fuck—why the fuck—how the fuck—Sally, fuck you for not tellin’ me. I gotta take care this for you, Sunshine.”
“Fuck you right back.” She laughs, a breathless sound, as she goes up on her tiptoes while my fingers glide through her slit, front to back, front to back again. “When was I supposed to tell you? Over lunch with your brothers?”
Fair point. Still enrages me that she’s been walking around like this.
“Never again,” I manage.
Turning her head, she looks up and bites my chin. “Take care of it now.”
In reply, I jerk my hips. At the same time, I push a finger inside her. She is so tight and wet I can’t see straight.
I wanna fuck her here so bad I can’t see straight.
Gently thrusting my finger, I flatten my palm so I hit her clit too. Her knee wobbles, and her pussy flutters around my finger.
“Close?” I murmur.
She nods her head, apparently beyond words.
I thrust my finger one last time before I pull it out to circle her clit. Sally shudders, then cries out when I pull my hand away altogether.
I bring my finger to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
“Wyatt—”
“I ain’t asking. Open your fucking mouth and tell me how you taste so I know what I have to look forward to.”
Glancing up at me, Sally parts her lips. I insert my finger into the hot heaven of her mouth. Looping the rope through my hand several times so it stays put, I use that hand to cup her breast, squeezing so that her nipple meets with my thumb.
“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you here too,” I nearly yell when she strokes my finger with her tongue, then sucks on it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sunshine? You’d suck my dick just like this, and you’d love it. I’d make you love it.”
She nods. My cock pulses. I stroke her nipple, and she nips at my finger with her teeth.
“Tell me what you taste.”
“Me,” she says, pulling back so my finger falls away. “You.”
Her eyes are hazy. The pink in her cheeks is bright.
Something in me snaps.
I loosen the rope just enough so I can pull off her shirt. I unclasp her bra and toss everything to the side.
Stepping around her so we’re facing each other, I can only stare. My lungs burn with the need for oxygen and my mouth goes dry, but I don’t breathe. Don’t move. I just look in wonder at the most beautiful woman on the fucking planet.
Her skin is soft, creamy-looking, dotted here and there with dark brown freckles. The way her tits are fuller on the bottom, her nipples pointing high, has me biting back a string of cuss words that’d make Lucifer himself blush. I love the way her torso curves into her hips. And those legs, the silkiness of her thighs—my God, how perfect.
Everything about this woman is perfect . Especially the way she looks me in the eye, her gaze somehow fiery and sweet all at once. She sure as hell ain’t overthinking anything right now.
She’s comfortable. With me. Only with me.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in…
Only I can’t make my chest work. I’m on the verge of passing out, but I just? —
I can’t take it. Sally is naked . She’s looking at me with desire in her eyes. My finger is still wet with her saliva. Her arousal.
This is actually happening, and it’s so much better than I fantasized it would be.
“You all right?” Her voice is husky.
The sound wakes me from my trance. I suck in a lungful of air. “You’re beautiful, Sal. So fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “I thought you were going to pass out there for a second.”
“I was.”
“You need a minute?”
I shake my head. “I need you.” I give the rope a tug, tightening it over her tits. “Trust me?”
“Wyatt,” she pleads, “I’m so close. Please.”
I lean in. Press a gentle kiss to her mouth. “Tell me you trust me.”
I don’t know why I crave the words. Maybe I just crave Sally’s assurance. Her approval. I don’t ask anyone for anything, but this?—
This, I need.
Her eyes meet mine. “Of course I trust you. I always have.”
Now is not the time to take a deep dive into what it means that someone as smart and accomplished and honest as Sally Powell trusts me. What it means that she’s putting herself in my hands because she believes I’m capable of taking care of her.
Maybe that means I am capable of taking care of her.
Maybe I need to trust myself as much as Sally trusts me. Maybe I can trust her not to hurt me.
I tie the other end of the rope to the beam that forms the corner of a nearby stall. Now Sally is literally tied up, her arms bound to her sides, the rope drawn taut over the swell of her breasts .
I’m a fool for you , I think as I drink in the sight of her panting, ready, waiting. Not for Beck Wallace. Not for some Yankee douchebag.
For me.
I love the slopes of her belly and the strong yet feminine lines of her back.
Walking around to face her, I adjust the rope so that it’s tight over her nipples.
“Lean forward,” I say. “Just a little one.”
She does, and it pulls the rope tighter against her nipples. She whimpers. The rope slips a little—it’s not very wide—but I move it back in place, brushing my knuckle against her nipple before settling it underneath the rope.
“Oh, Wy, I like that.”
Tucking her hair behind her ear, I take her face in my hand. “Thought you might.”
Then I lean in and kiss her mouth. She rises into the kiss, a little moan erupting in her throat.
I move my mouth down her neck, over her collarbone. I nip at the fullness of her tits, moving my tongue over the rope that has her nipples caught. She fights against it, drawing the rope more taut, and she lets out a hiss.
“That hurt?”
“In the best way, Wyatt.”
The need between my legs twists tighter. I fucking love it when she says my name.
I’m gonna make her do it again, and again, and again.
I fall onto my knees, one leg at a time. I dig my hands into her jeans and panties and pull them down, revealing her sweet little cunt.
The scent of her arousal blooms between us. Holding on to her hips, I lean in and press a kiss to her belly. The wood floor bites into my knees as my mouth works its way south, until I finally place my lips on hers.
“Wyatt. ”
I glide my hands down and use my thumbs to open her. I lick inside her slit, my tongue catching on her clit.
“ Wyatt. ”
“You feel like velvet here.” I deepen my kiss, gathering her clit between my lips. I taste salt and Sally, some kind of sweetness that makes my head spin. “You taste like heaven.”
“You feel like—oh, Wyatt, this feels so good.”
I guide one of my thumbs back and sink it inside her. At the same time, I flatten my tongue and roll it over her clit. Her hips rock in time to my strokes, her legs beginning to tremble.
Looking up, I see her back is arched, her tits straining against the rope. It digs into the soft flesh of her breasts, leaving indents that break my heart and make my dick scream.
Can’t help but smile. She’s a bowstring, literally pulled taut.
I duck my head and eat her pussy with an open mouth and eager tongue. I dip my thumb in, out. I suck on her clit. I nick it with my teeth and soothe it by blowing on it, making Sally yell.
“My God .”
“My name.” I move my hand to her ass. Squeeze it hard. “I like it better when you say my name.”
“Wy, please. Let me— oh God. ”
I’m feathering my fingers down the length of the crease between her cheeks. “My fuckin’ name, Sally. Only my name. Say it—now.”
She meets my eyes. She’s breathing hard. “Wyatt. Please, Wyatt.”
Grinning, I flick my tongue over her clit and press my thumb inside her. Eyes locked on hers the whole time.
I know the moment she detonates. Her pussy clamps down on my thumb, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. This time, she shouts my name.
“ Wyatt ! ”
I hold her body in my hands as she comes on my mouth. I watch in awe as she rides out the orgasm, a beautiful, shuddering mess who whimpers my name over and over as her pussy squeezes my thumb.
I’m not gonna last but five seconds when I put myself inside her.
At last, her eyes flutter. My chest cracks open when a smile breaks out across her face.
“You get an A, Wyatt.”
“Damn straight I do.” Pressing one last kiss to her pussy, I climb to my feet. I carefully untie the lasso, frowning when I see the marks it left on her nipples and breasts. I run my thumb over the red lines. “Aw, Sunshine, this don’t look good.”
“It’s fine. It felt—Wyatt, it felt amazing. The friction of the rope, the little hit of pain…it was a lot, but it was also really, really good.”
I lean down and kiss her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples. She moans when I take one, then the other, between my lips, stroking them with my tongue.
“Better?” I murmur against her skin.
She nods. “Yes. Much. Thank you.”
Straightening, I take her face in my hands and kiss her. It’s a soft kiss, a deep kiss, the kind she couldn’t seem to get enough of last night.
Was that really only yesterday?
How did so much happen in such a short amount of time?
How does it feel like we’ve been at this forever?
Because this kiss—it’s already comfortable, broken in. I tilt my head right and she tilts left, our lips moving effortlessly in an unhurried game of tug and release.
No awkwardness. No rush.
Just a really fucking great kiss.
The heavy feeling in my balls becomes unbearable. If I don’t make a move soon, I really am gonna come in my pants .
I’d much rather come in her mouth. Yeah, she’ll see the tattoo. But I can always play it off as an ode to our friendship.
Or you could tell her the truth.
Breaking our kiss, I reach for my zipper. “Ready for your next lesson?”
Her eyes flash. “Yes.”
“Good. On your knees, Sunshine.”