Chapter 33 My Little Brat
MY LITTLE brAT
Wyatt
“Are you excited?” I asked. Personally, I was excited as fuck for her to officially meet my entire family, but I wanted this to be fun for her.
She didn’t talk about her family much, so part of me hoped this could be an extension of the family bonds she lacked with her own, maybe even give her the courage to mend some fences with her own family.
Minus her father, that fucker needed to go to jail or in a ditch—whichever she preferred, I would ensure it happened.
She arched a brow at me, and I knew what was about to come out of her mouth would be pure sass.
“Excited? I’m being dragged to your Sunday family dinner because you don’t want to leave me alone, and the only people you trust are your family. I feel like I’m a hostage.”
I smirked. “I can make you feel like a hostage if you’d like.”
She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks turned a light pink. “Shut up, Carragan, and tell me if I’m dressed okay.”
I looked her over, slowly, for the most dramatic effect that I knew would annoy her.
I’d obviously already looked her outfit over the moment she came out of the bedroom, but she didn’t know that.
I don’t think she noticed just how much I watched her.
She was wearing dark grey jeans and a white long-sleeved Henley with gold jewelry and a pair of black boots.
“You look stunning, Ember Rae,” I said confidently when my eyes made it back to hers. I’d been using her first and middle name a lot lately, and I wondered if she knew why. I did, but I don’t think she fully grasped the overarching reason yet.
“I’m not underdressed?” she asked as she started fidgeting with the ends of her hair. The top half had been clipped back, the rest left long in soft curls.
“Ms. Brady, are you…nervous?” I shot back. “To meet my family? Half of whom already know and love you?”
“Ugh, you suck, Carragan, let’s go,” she growled as she grabbed her purse and petted CC’s head a few times. “It’s time to get this over with.”
“I mean, this is basically our first date, I’d prefer not to just get it over with if that’s okay. I’d prefer to marinate in it for a bit.” I knew I was pissing her off, but it was fun, and I couldn’t help myself. I loved watching her squirm.
“Aren’t we a little past first dates by now?” she questioned. “I mean, we’ve been fucking for months now, and you’ve practically moved in with no move-out date in sight.”
She locked the apartment door, and we started down the bakery steps, but I couldn’t hold back the laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, little flame, you.”
“What? It’s the truth. You have clothes here, Carragan, I’m never going to be able to rid myself of you, am I?” She rolled her eyes as she locked the door to the bakery, and we started walking towards my SUV.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You couldn’t make me leave, no matter how hard you tried.”
“Whatever you say,” she shot back, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Fuck, this woman made me giddy.
I was bringing a girl home—well, not home in the sense of ‘this is where I grew up and this was my childhood bedroom where my baseball glove still sits in the corner’. But home, in the sense of, this was where my mom lived and had baby pictures of us hung up everywhere.
As I pulled up in front of the house, parking next to my siblings’ vehicles, I walked around and opened up Ember’s door.
“I can’t believe this is where you grew up,” she muttered.
“Well, technically it isn’t. Oliver has the old family house.
We built this for Mom when Oliver got married and had his son.
She wanted him to have his own space and shit, so this was her design, and her boys made it happen.
Payton helped decorate, that’s sort of her secret passion that isn’t really a secret once she starts yapping about the color wheel and matching couch pillows or whatever. ”
“It’s stunning,” she replied as she looked over the house again.
It was a tall A-frame with massive windows on the front and the back end butted out into a long rectangle.
A deck wrapped around the home, and wind chimes decorated the entirety of it.
Mom had recently wrapped outdoor fairy lights around the banisters to make it look more ethereal.
At least, that was what she’d said the last time I’d been over here.
To me, it just felt homey—ethereal lights or not. Especially now that it was framed by the changing autumn leaves.
“I’m glad you like it.” I hopped out of the car and opened her door for her. Watching her step out, the slight breeze blowing her hair off her shoulders, I was momentarily entranced. “I almost wish I were artistic like Aspen,” I muttered.
Her dark eyes looked back over her shoulder at me, a questioning look thrown my way.
“Just to be able to fully capture this moment, you here, framed by this backdrop, looking as stunning as you do.” I shrugged and pushed the little bit of her hair back behind her ear that had escaped.
Another blush graced her pale cheeks, and she took my hand in hers. “Let’s do this, Wyatt.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek, just a brief brush of my lips, before I whispered, “Don’t worry, little flame.
We’ll do this, have some fun, and then I’ll chase you through the woods this evening, until my cock is buried so deep into your tight little cunt you won’t even remember having to socialize with anyone besides your man. ”
Her eyes widened, and she stared at me for a moment. “You fucking suck,” she replied. “How the fuck am I supposed to go in there and meet your mother now, Wyatt Carragan, when the only thing now on my mind is her son bending me over and fucking me against a tree again?”
I smiled before I took a step closer, forcing her to step back. Before she knew it, she was pressed up against my SUV, my body framing hers as I set a hand beside her head and leaned in.
“Is that what you want, little flame? Want me buried to the hilt in that sweet little pussy of yours? Take you far out in the woods where no one will hear me taking you against the autumn pines?” I whispered.
She stared up at me, her pupils huge as her breathing picked up.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she replied. “But I don’t want to fuck this up.”
“What’s the problem, Ember? Why do you think it’ll go wrong?” I asked, my voice low.
She let out a breath, never breaking eye contact.
“She’s going to hate me. Truly, and then what?
You end this little thing we’re doing? All these tumultuous feelings I’m having, I do what with them?
Ignore them? Blow them off? Bury the feelings of inadequacy?
I’m not sure what we’re doing or where this is going, but if she hates me?
You’ll leave and I’ll be left wondering what I could’ve done differently.
” She looked back towards the house, her chest heaving, before her eyes returned to me.
“Or worse, what if she loves me? What if she expects me to give her small, little Wyatt’s to run around the Carragan Ranch, helping on the farm?
I don’t want little Wyatt’s, do you understand what I’m saying? ”
A tear slid down her cheek, and she went to wipe it away, but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
Leaning down, I licked the salty droplet from her cheek, only to kiss her where it had landed.
She froze beneath me, which had been my goal.
A quick, little, shocking action to bring her back down here with me.
“So you don’t want children?” I asked calmly, and she shook her head no. “Okay, good,” I said with a shrug.
“Good?” Her lips parted, her eyes wide. “What do you mean, good?”
I chuckled—I couldn’t help myself, and I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation right now, of all the places in the world.
“I mean, good. I can’t believe you see a future with me though.
I think I’m moving in more of my clothes tomorrow, or maybe I’ll steal some of your clothes for my house.
You need a dresser there, better yet, a closet.
Hm. I’ll have to have Oliver help me fuck around with some layouts for the master bedroom.
” I was muttering by the end, my brain going elsewhere, the more thoughts that ran through my head about how I could make this happen as soon as possible.
I could call Rowan and ask him for some ideas. They’d be a bit more unhinged, but I wasn’t above it when it came to Ember.
“Hey bro! Are you guys coming in?” I jumped slightly at the sound of Payton’s voice. She was walking in front of my car towards the front door.
“Oh yeah, just finishing this chat up now. We’ll be right in, so don’t steal all the salami and crackers!” I yelled back as she threw me the finger and walked inside.
“Anyway, where were we?” I asked, my attention turning back to the stunning redhead in front of me. “Oh yes, I remember. You’re freaking out that my mother will despise you, and you want a future with me, that about cover it?”
She rolled her eyes, and my free hand went from her hip to her throat, gently squeezing.
“Okay, my little brat, I’ll remember that move later when I have you alone in the middle of the woods and no one can hear you scream,” I breathed as I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers.
They parted for me, and it wasn’t long before I was kissing her senselessly, only to recall where we were seconds later.
Pulling away, I let out a long breath, but left my hand around her throat.
“Ember Rae Brady, I will spend the rest of my life by your side, doing my utmost to make you happy while also driving you crazy. We can get as many cats as you want, and I’m fine with us being the cool Aunt and Uncle for the rest of our lives, because we will definitely be the cool ones.
I’d rather us work and in my free time? Take you to the club or chase you through the woods until we’re old and grey and our idea of kinky is beating each other with our canes, the walking kind, not the flogging kind.
Kids are sticky, and I prefer being sticky from too much chocolate being licked from your body. ”
She swallowed roughly and nodded. “So, you don’t want kids either?”
I smiled. “I want to fill you with my cum and watch it seep out of that pretty pussy of yours, but that’s as close as I want to get to children. So the practice of it all I guess, but not the outcome,” I said with an unapologetic shrug.
She bit her lip but couldn’t hold back the laugh. “You’re horrible, but I’m glad we’re in agreement. We should get you snipped. Birth control is only so effective.”
I smirked. “Wow, talking about surgically redirecting my sperm so we can do all the cream pies worry-free? You really are planning out a solid future for us.”
She shook her head as her hand came up, cupping the back of my neck as she pulled me down for a quick kiss.
“Okay, are you feeling better? Ready to meander into the lion’s den?”
She nodded. “Let’s do this. Oh also, how do they think we met?”
I stared at her, eyes wide, and cleared my throat. “Let’s go, little flame.”
“Wyatt! How do they think we met?”
She was so chaining me back to the bed later.