Chapter Ten
Rolling down the window, I inhale sharply and smile. The distinct saltiness in the air settles in my heart, welcoming me home.
“Excited?” Wyatt chuckles beside me.
I settle back into my seat, sticking my tongue out at him. “You never know what you miss till it’s gone.”
He hums, turning off into our neighborhood. Strange nerves churn in my stomach the closer we get to the house. As if my body is finally realizing that I’ve been sleeping with my mom’s husband the past week. And I don’t know where that leaves Wyatt and I. Was it just a week of fun? Does he want to keep doing it? Can I keep doing it and look my mom in the eyes?
Bile rises in my throat, and I wrap my arm around my belly. He glances over at me, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Sophie?”
I shake my head, unable to form the words to express how I’m feeling. Wyatt reaches over, pulling my hand off my stomach and entwining his fingers with mine.
“Hey. Calm down. Everything will be okay,” he whispers softly.
His reassurances don’t do much. My mind won’t stop spiraling, thinking about everything we’ve done without a care in the world the past week. Without the proof of the one we would hurt with our actions, it was easy to forget. Out of sight, out of mind.
And the worst part is that I don’t regret it. I loved every moment I spent with Wyatt, I don’t want to give him up. Jealousy tears up my insides because my mom is married to him, and I want him to be mine.
“I don’t want to let you go,” I choke out in a hoarse whisper.
Wyatt pulls the car over. We’re in front of a random house a street away from mine. He turns in his seat, cupping my cheek while tucking my loose hair behind my ear. “Sophie, what makes you think I want to let you go?”
I lick my drying lips. “She’s your wife.”
“And you’re my baby,” he says softly. He kisses my forehead, resting there for a moment before pulling away. “I promise you I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I’m not giving you up, okay?”
Tears well up in my eyes. “But my mom…”
He swallows, his face twisting like he tastes something sour. He lets go of me to learn back into his seat. “I’ll figure it out. I need to talk to my lawyer first.”
Wyatt glances back at me, uncertainty shining in his gaze. “Don’t give up on us.”
I’m not sure how he could ask that of me when he’s a few minutes away from reuniting with his wife, and I’ll become a dirty secret kept in the dark. He must see the insecurity on my face because his fingers twist into my hair and he kisses me. I melt into his mouth, feeling instantly calmer from his touch and taste.
“Believe in us, Sophie. I do. I want you more than anything.”
I try to nod but he holds me tight. “Are you going to sleep with her?” I ask.
“No,” he says vehemently.
Relief sails through me, but I shake my head. “She’ll suspect something is up.”
Wyatt pushes the hair that had fallen over my eyes and tucks them behind my ear. “Listen, just give me some time. I’m trying to get an annulment, okay? I’ve been in contact with my lawyer. I just need to ensure your mother doesn’t have any rights to my assets. I want us, Sophie.”
“Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry,” I say. I need this reassurance that he wants me, though. After all, my mom has the ring, and I just have his cum leaking from me.
“You sure? We can stay here for as long as you need,” Wyatt offers.
My lips tilt up. “You want to fuck in the backseat?”
“Jesus.” He cusses and lets go of me. He runs a hand down his face. “Baby, don’t tease me like that. We can’t have a quickie in the middle of a residential neighborhood.”
Rolling my eyes, I flip the mirror on the sun shade down and clean up my makeup. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
Wyatt grabs my hand, kissing the back of it as he entwines our fingers in his lap and he pulls away from the curb.“It’s just one more step till we can be together.”
The car is barely in park before my mom flies out of the house. We exit the vehicle and my heart sinks as she jumps into Wyatt’s arms. I turn away when he catches my eyes as she presses her lips to his. It hurts to watch, but there’s also that familiar disappointment that my mom ran to him first. Not to me, her daughter whom she’s only seen less than a handful of times in the past four years.
I make my way to the back, opening the cargo space to grab my bags, but Wyatt is right there with me suddenly.
“Sophie, look at me,” he whispers, but I grab my duffle bag, giving him my back as he sets my suitcases on the asphalt.
“Oh my god. My baby! Look how much you’ve grown,” my mom screeches and I give her a half-smile as she throws her arms around me.
“Hey,” I tell her half-heartedly.
She holds onto my shoulders and steps back, glancing down my body. “You look like a totally different person,” she says with a raised eyebrow. I’m not sure if it’s a compliment or not. My mom is the queen of passive aggressive comments.
I shrug. “Yeah, kind of happens when you grow up and discover who you want to be, I guess.”
“Hmm. Good for you. At your age, I was running around taking care of a toddler by myself. I would have killed for your freedom,” she says, laughing like I’ll share in her joke.
Wyatt clears his throat, his hand resting on the small of my back. It sends shivers up my spine, and I feel my skin prickle along my arms. “Perhaps we should let Sophie settle in her room. It’s been a long trip for us.”
My mom lets go and nods, grabbing a suitcase from him. I want to roll my eyes because she’s never been one to help with anything. I glance over my shoulder and Wyatt is already staring at me.
“Remember what I said,” he mutters under his breath as he passes me with our bags.
Taking a deep breath, I try to have confidence in what he promised, but it’s hard. Especially now when we’re going to be separated for however long. And my mom will play the doting wife.
“Are you guys hungry? I could start dinner?” my mom asks as we enter the house.
I scowl, annoyed by the offer. “Since when do you cook?”
She laughs nervously. “I’ve picked up a few things over the years.”
“How convenient. As soon as I leave home,” I whisper.
Wyatt sighs. “Dinner would be nice, Mary. Let me help Sophie take her things to her room.”
My mom leans up, kissing him one more time, and trots off to the kitchen as I glare at her with the heat of a thousand suns. He wipes off his mouth and turns to me with a defeated expression. “Please, baby.”
I swallow, not wanting to upset him further, and nod at the stairs. I want to put more distance between my mom and me. He follows behind me silently as I lead him to my childhood bedroom. At least, I hope it’s still there. My mom turning it into another closet for her extensive shoe and purse collection wouldn’t surprise me.
I brace myself for the change when I swing the door open, and my eyebrows raise when it’s exactly how I left it. Even the baby blue comforter and matching sheets are still folded on the mattress. A small smile graces my lips because she changed nothing, but I try not to not raise any hope that it means she missed me.
“Sophie,” Wyatt says behind me.
Shaking my head, I walk in my room and set my bags down. “Don’t. It’s hard to control my initial reaction, but I understand.”
His hand slides from my lower back and squeezes my ass. “Why don’t you stay up here and I’ll come get you for dinner?”
I want to snap and ask if he wants alone time with my mom, but I swallow down the petty bitch inside me. Smiling, I turn to face him and I lift my shirt to flash him my tits before walking backward to my bed.
His eyes widen and his nostrils flare as his attention stays on my breasts.
“Or you could stay up here. You haven’t tried to fuck these yet,” I say.
“Are you guys up there?” My mom’s shrill voice calls from downstairs, and I drop my shirt, rolling my eyes.
Wyatt rubs his palm over his mouth and shakes his head. “Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought.”
***
My door opens silently, only the light from the hallway flashing in before it’s closed. His footsteps are muted as he makes his way to my bed.
My heart pangs in my chest as he climbs onto my mattress and settles in behind me.
“Baby? You awake?” Wyatt asks quietly. His lips skim my neck, and I shiver.
“I’m mad at you,” I whisper back. My mom was all over him at dinner. She found every excuse to rub his arm, or to pat his thigh or run her fingers through his hair. She even stole a kiss or two. However, after the second time, Wyatt told her to cool it on the PDA.
He squeezes me tighter towards him, his hand sliding under my shirt and up to palm my breast. “I tried, Sophie. I could only push her away so many times.”
I know what he’s saying is logical. But logic isn’t controlling my brain right now. “Did you sleep with her?”
He pinches my nipples, and I jerk, pressing my ass against his hard cock by accident. “No. I told her I was tired from the drive. I came in here the minute she fell asleep.”
Relief surges through me, and I hate myself for it. I squirm in his hold as he plays with my tits, my thighs rubbing together.
“I need you,” I tell him with a defeated sigh.
Wyatt abandons my breast to slide down and realizes I don’t have any underwear on. I usually sleep in an oversized t-shirt at home.
His fingers glide down my center, pushing into my aching hole.
“Have you been playing with yourself? You’re already so wet.”
“No, I’ve been waiting for you,” I admit reluctantly.
Wyatt’s ragged breath is rough in my ear, and his forehead rests on my neck. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.”
A flare of annoyance boils in my chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t be.”
He stiffens. “What?”
“Maybe, I should go be good for someone else. Someone who isn’t married,” I spit out, my heart going off erratically as I finish. I don’t actually believe it, but I’m mad and irritated. And a little put off that he snuck into my room in the middle of the night like we’re some dirty secret.
His fingers dig into me, biting into my skin with how hard he’s gripping me. The rapid rise and fall of his chest brushing against my back and quick huffs of air tell me he’s pissed. “Tell me if you don’t want to be with me right now, Sophie. I’m still leaving Mary either way, but I’ll be damned if I have to let you go too.”
Something inside me aches. “I do want to be with you— I just…” I trail off unsure how to convey how I feel.
He turns me onto my back, crawling over me. Wyatt pushes my legs apart, settling his hips between them as he shoves his sweats down and pulls out his hard cock.
“I don’t know how else to convince you that I want to be with you. I know I’m married and this isn’t ideal, but I only want you,” he says. He slides the tip of his dick along my slick folds, bumping my swollen clit as I gasp.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter.
He pushes inside me with a quick thrust and leans down to kiss me. I tangle my fingers into his hair, rocking my hips against his pelvis. Each drag of his cock out and each stroke in makes a fire build in my stomach. Wyatt grips my knee, hitching my leg higher over his waist as he rests his weight on his palm near my head and grinds against me.
“I love you,” he whispers on my lips. My heart leaps and I squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn’t wait for a response as he keeps fucking me, his ragged breaths fanning across my face as he pants with the increasing speed of his thrusts.
“Touch yourself. Come on my cock, baby. I need to feel you.”
I slide my hand between us, circling my clit as I clamp down on him. It won’t take much to set me off, just the stretch of him inside me puts me on edge.
“Come inside me,” I beg as the height of my arousal starts to peak and tip over.
“Always,” he grunts, and I feel him growing larger, pushing to the end of me. My body lights up with flames of ecstasy as I come. Wyatt drops his body on mine, pressing against me as he moans into my neck. His cock throbs as his cum spills endlessly into my pussy. I pull his mouth to mine, devouring the taste of him as we rock slowly together through our releases.
“Stay with me,” I plead.
His face twists in pain and he wraps his arms around me as he turns us onto our sides. “I’ll stay as long as I can, baby.”
It isn’t what I want, but I know I am being unreasonable. It doesn’t make the ache in my heart go away though.