Chapter 42 Extra Coverage
EXTRA COVERAGE
Wyatt
Two Months Later
I huffed out a breath as Oliver and I sat down another load of damn boxes in the middle of the living room. An overwhelming box fortress had begun being constructed in the middle of what used to feel like a large room.
“She can’t have that many more, right?” he muttered to me, taking his hat off and wiping his damp forehead on his sleeve.
I shrugged, but before I could answer him, Ember came prancing in, her hair up in a high ponytail and her leggings sculpted around her ass just the way I liked.
She was wearing one of my old t-shirts that she’d cut so it fell off one of her shoulders.
She looked like she could go grocery shopping or start sprinting through the woods, ready to be fucked.
“I heard that, Oliver,” she said with a pointed look.
He pulled his hat back on his head and walked out with his hands in the air in defense. “I’m grabbing some more boxes! You didn’t hear shit.”
The sounds of Rowan and Theo poking jabs at him for muttering such words in front of the new queen fluttered through the house, but we couldn’t hear Oliver’s response.
Walking over to said queen, I wrapped my arms around her, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks as I lifted her up and onto the countertop, my mouth nipping along her exposed collarbone. “I think we need to make the place ours, if you know what I mean, little flame.”
“Mmm, is that some kinda sex innuendo? Because we’ve definitely fucked on almost every surface of this house,” she replied with a smile.
“True, but this will be the first time we fuck on everything as an officially moved-in-together couple.”
She giggled for a moment before it turned into a moan as my teeth found her nipple through her shirt. “We’ve been living together since basically the moment we met without the masks on.”
I rolled my eyes. “But now our underwear is intermingled in a drawer, and you can’t escape me, ever.”
She shook her head and kissed me, deeply and without regard for anything going on around us. Fuck I loved when she was like this—so fucking perfect.
My little flame, forever.
When she finally pulled away, she was breathless with eyes full of unconditional love.
“I think I may be able to carve out some time for you in my busy schedule, but later. When everyone leaves. Your mother is literally on the front lawn directing your brothers and your sister should be back with the girls any minute.” She was saying all the words she wanted to hear, but her body was speaking another language as her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to her.
I glanced down and smirked. “Is that really how you feel?” I questioned, as my palms slipped beneath her shirt and ran up her back, my fingers slipping beneath her sports bra.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as one hand grazed around her front, immediately finding her pretty pierced pink nipple and pinching.
“Tell me again how I should wait till everyone goes home,” I whispered as her eyelids dropped and her lips parted. “I bet I could pull your leggings down right here on this kitchen island and eat you out in the middle of the floor and you’d let it happen.”
Her eyes widened, and she stared at me. I knew that look very well. It was the look I got when I said something that was true, and she couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth. Fuck I loved that look.
I smirked and slid her off the countertop, spinning us around so my back was against the granite surface.
“What are you going, Wyatt? They’re literally on their way back in with another load of boxes!” she whisper-yelled at me.
“Well, I suggest you act natural, little flame, and no one will suspect a thing,” I said with a shrug as I sank down in front of her.
“They’re going to see you!”
I chuckled as I slipped one of her shoes off her feet. “No, they won’t. Just don’t let them on this side of the island.”
The living area was set up as an open concept layout with the island breaking it into two sections.
As long as they didn’t come this far into the kitchen, no one would know what I was doing down here.
Plus, that side of the island had a bump up for a breakfast bar, which provided extra coverage for her, and with the length of my shirt on her? No one would be the wiser.
She glared down at me but made no move to stop me or utter a single safe word we had in place for times like this when I wanted to push her limits, so I kept moving along.
Movement from the front door had her eyes leaving me as I slipped my fingers into the hem of her leggings and pulled them down, surprised to find there was nothing between me and her dripping cunt now.
“No panties?” I whispered, and she shifted closer to me.
I pulled her shoeless foot from the material and let the rest gather around her opposite leg.
Lifting her bare thigh up, my finger tips digging into her inner thigh the way I knew she loved, I wasted no time before setting up to feast on my favorite meal.
Running my tongue from her cunt to her clit and back again, I found myself moaning. Her hand sank into my hair as she jerked my face further into her heat.
“Hey Theo, how’s it going out there?” she said, breathless, but otherwise she sounded normal. That wouldn’t do for me.
“Hey Ember, where did you want this one? It says kitchen, so,” he said as his footsteps grew closer.
“Oh! Shit, um,” she mumbled quickly. “Just drop it wherever. It’s fine, Theo.”
Mentally, I could picture his face right now, the confusion. “Are you sure, I mean, I can set it over in the corner for you?”
I pulled her clit into my mouth then, sucking hard, and her opposite hand came down, smacking the countertop as she tried to keep her balance on one foot. “Theo! There, on the floor at your feet, is just fine. Thanks.”
“Uh, okay?” he muttered, and I heard the box hit the floor. “Should I just let everyone know to set the kitchen boxes here?”
I slipped two fingers into her cunt and continued sucking on her clit as if my life depended on it. Glancing up, I watched her stare down at me, and I raised my eyebrows in question.
She didn’t answer Theo though, she just nodded in silence as her lips pressed together, and she tried to brace herself for what I knew was coming.
“Dude, your sister is so weird sometimes,” Theo hollered as he walked out the door.
“True,” Evan replied with a laugh, but I had the feeling my girl didn’t hear any of that.
It never took me long to get her off, but when we ran the risk of getting caught or someone watched? She was on fire. I slowly inched a third finger in, ensuring I fingered her slowly so no one would hear just how wet she was right now, and I ran my bottom teeth over her clit.
That seemed to do her in. She gasped as her cunt squeezed around my three fingers, rocking her hips slightly as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Once she stopped rocking, I pulled my fingers out and set to work cleaning her up with just my tongue.
“Wyatt,” she groaned from above me. “Please.”
“Can’t leave anything behind, little flame. Especially with no panties?” I chuckled and went back to my leisurely clean-up job.
“I’m so going to get you back for this. Just wait,” she growled as I came up and nipped at her clit again.
Cleaning off my fingers, I turned back to helping her into her leggings and slid her tennis shoe back on.
She took a step back, leaning on the refrigerator.
“You’re moving all those boxes into the kitchen. Enjoy.”
She winked and walked away, sassy but stunning as fuck, and I happily moved those damn boxes for my girl.
Ember and I were sprawled out on the couch, staring at the insane amount of boxes containing this woman’s life.
Thankfully, when we were finally able to get back into her apartment, the damage wasn’t as bad as they thought it would be. Because of the layout of her apartment, most of the front of the building, where the water had come in, was just open space with some plants in the windows.
So we’d saved almost everything in her kitchen, bathroom, and closet.
The furniture had taken most of the hit, but I’d happily replace any furniture she didn’t love in this house.
The main thing she’d been upset about was her bakery, which had to be completely gutted down to the studs.
Nothing had been saved, and while I was devastated that the first place I’d truly been able to lay eyes on her was gone, I was just happy she was okay.
I still had nightmares about getting phone calls that she was gone because I hadn’t been there to help her and CC get out in time. Or worse, being there watching the building burn, unable to do anything while the woman I loved was trapped inside.
Her hand squeezed my thigh and brought me out of the internal turmoil I was feeling. “Chip for your thoughts?” she asked.
I chuckled and shook my head. “Nope, because we’d have to dig through a box and find the chocolate chips for that, and I don’t wanna. I want to ravage you on this couch and then have dinner, only to ravage you again.”
She rolled her eyes. “There are chocolate chips in the kitchen pantry already. I bought some the other day when we did the muffins for Mom.”
I stretched out, pulling her down with me so her body laid on top of me, my arms wrapped tight around her. “I love when you call my mom, Mom.”
“Well, calling the woman who welcomed me into your chaos-driven family with all my drama, with open arms, by her government name feels weird.”
I nodded. “True. So, dinner?”
“Something tasty,” she replied, and a loud meow came from atop the island, causing us both to look back at CC. “He’d also like food.”
“He always wants food. I swear, give the cat fresh fish and suddenly it’s like his life will end without another fix. Feral little beast.”
She giggled, and I ran my hands up her sides; her head leaned down on my chest. “I’m so happy everything is somewhat coming back together, almost normal again,” she whispered.