Chapter 20
twenty
Things are going great for me. Dad has been having more lucid days, which makes me happy. It makes me wonder what is making the difference.
Truth is, I think it’s Wyatt.
Most nights he comes over and we play games. He never blinks an eye at whatever mood Dad is in. He sits and acts like whatever Dad needs.
Then we play a game together as a family while watching something on TV. I always expect Wyatt to head home when Dad goes to bed, but he never does. More often than not, Will ends up waking us up on the couch.
He hasn’t said anything yet, but I know he sees what is happening. He hasn’t voiced disapproval like he did with Kyle, so I will take it as a win.
“How about we watch TV in my room tonight? I’m sure Will is tired of waking us before Dad sees us,” I tell Wyatt when I come back from getting Dad settled into bed.
“Sure.”
It feels weird leading a boy down the hall to my room.
I never brought Kyle here. Even when Dad was doing better, he never wanted to come here.
Just another difference between him and Wyatt.
I couldn’t get Kyle inside my house no matter how hard I tried while Wyatt wants to be here.
He often chooses to stay here rather than leave even when Will tells him we can.
He truly feels like part of the family.
“Get comfortable. I’m going to change if that’s okay,” I tell him.
“Of course, baby. Take your time. I’ll get the TV ready.”
I grab my sleep clothes and head toward the shared bathroom. I quickly change and do my nightly routine. When I come back to the bedroom, my breath catches in my throat.
There, lying on my bed, is Wyatt, but he’s mostly naked. He lost his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers. He’s lying on top of the blankets with one arm behind his head as he holds the remote with the other.
“I logged you into all my streaming apps. Your free app didn’t have a lot,” he tells me.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him, putting my dirty clothes in the hamper before I walk toward the side of my bed.
His eyes flicker to me before he does a double take.
I knew picking this outfit would elicit a reaction. It’s just a pair of shorts and a thin cami, but I’m not wearing anything underneath it, meaning he can see my nipples hard as a rock through the fabric.
“Cat got your tongue?” I ask as I slide under the blankets.
He shakes his head. “Nope. Not at all.”
His eyes don’t leave me though.
“Are you getting under the blanket?”
He nods, sliding underneath. Then he hands me the remote.
I couldn’t focus on TV even if I tried, so I pick a random movie and put it on before turning off the lamp on my nightstand.
The room is dark except for the flashes from the TV. All I can think about is the man sitting next to me. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not like I’m a virgin. Still, it feels different with Wyatt.
I want to take the next step with him, though. I want to see what we could be without the fake relationship hanging over us.
Turning on my side, I lay my head on his chest. He accepts me without question. When my fingers start to draw pictures on his chest, he starts to play with my hair. When my hand runs lower on his stomach, I feel the way he tenses.
“What are you doing there, baby?” he whispers.
I look up at him. “I want to live in the moment. With you.”
“We don’t have to rush anything.” He cups my cheek.
“I know. This doesn’t feel like rushing. It feels right,” I reassure him.
He turns toward me, his lips pressing to mine. “If you want to stop, we stop.”
“And if I don’t want to stop?” I ask.
“I won’t rush this with you. We have all the time in the world.”
“I want this, Wyatt.”
He kisses me once more, deepening it this time. He starts off slow, worshipping my mouth with his own until I am about to combust. I arch into him, slinging my leg over his hip. I need more than he is giving. If he’s not careful, I’ll take what I want from him.
He must get the memo because he starts to kiss his way down my neck, leaving teasing nips and kisses along the way. Then he looks up at me before slowly pulling the strap of my camisole down. I suck in a breath as his warm breath blows across my taut nipple.
Then he engulfs it in his mouth, making my eyes roll back. It feels so good to have the warm, wet heat of his mouth against my skin. When he rolls the tip of my nipple between his teeth, I have to bite back a moan. As much as I want to be vocal, we aren’t alone.
After several moments, he pushes me onto my back as he moves to the other nipple. He plays my body as if he has been studying me for years. Like I am his favorite mystery he loves to solve.
“Wyatt,” I moan out softly, “Please.”
He glances up at me. “Don’t worry, my love. It will be worth the wait. Trust me.”
I do. I trust him more than I ever trusted anyone outside of my family. He has quickly become someone I rely on. Someone I can’t imagine not being here.
It’s scary as hell, but it’s also exhilarating.
Slowly, he presses kisses to my stomach, making me giggle from how ticklish it is.
When I feel his lips quirk up, I know he is smiling too.
I love that about us. That this doesn’t feel stilted.
It feels fluid. One moment we can be hot and heavy and the next we can laugh together.
It feels right. Like this is how it should be.
Wyatt pulls the top of my shorts down a little, kissing right beneath the waistband. I can’t help the way my legs fall open for him. I lift my hips, hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling my shorts down my legs before tossing them onto the floor.
Then he leans in, licking my pussy. It’s been so long since someone else has touched me. It feels so good as he uses his fingers to circle my clit, his tongue circling my opening.
I don’t know how, but he seems to know my cheat code. He has no issues finding my hot spot. He has me on edge within minutes, my body feeling taut, needing the release.
“Right there, yes.” I moan out.
He doesn’t move an inch. He keeps the same pressure, licking me while also flicking my clit with his fingers.
That’s all it takes. I come hard, my eyes rolling into the back of my head while I call out his name. He doesn’t stop licking me until my body sags against the bed. Then he climbs up my body, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
This is what I have been missing for three years. If this is what true pleasure looks like, I never want to give Wyatt up.
I move to lay beside Lyla, a smile on my face.
I did that for her. I brought her to pleasure so good that she lost where she was for several moments.
I don’t even know if she realized it. It was like one moment she was there with me, the next she was calling out my name so loud I thought she’d wake her dad. Thankfully he didn’t come bursting in.
It is a huge boost to my ego knowing I was able to so efficiently bring her to pleasure. I didn’t want to stop, but I meant what I said to her. I want to do this right, which means taking it slow. Good things come to those who wait.
My will to wait for her is proof of that. I refuse to ruin it now.
Lyla turns to me, her eyes still glazed as she kisses me.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t need to do that. I’m happy knowing you’re happy.”
Pretty sure my cock would disagree, but she doesn’t listen to me anyway. She begins to crawl down my body.
“I want to, Wyatt. Let me do this,” she urges.
How could I ever deny her anything she wants?
“Don’t do this because you think you have to,” I warn her.
She looks me right in the eyes. “I’m not.”
Then she peels my boxers down. I lift my hips to help her. Then she grabs my cock with her hand, her eyes taking it in.
“It’s so soft,” she whispers. “I meant what I said before. Your cock is a pretty one. Never thought I would say that.”
My cock jerks in her hand, making her giggle.
“Okay. Don’t get so impatient,” she whispers to my cock.
I would laugh if she hadn’t put the tip in her mouth, eliciting a groan from me. It feels so good to have her lips around me. I keep my eyes open and on her. I refuse to miss a single moment of this.
She starts off slow, taking only a little of my cock in her mouth at a time. I couldn’t care if that’s all she ever took. Having her touch me is enough for me. She doesn’t stop there, though. Instead, she takes me deeper, increasing her tempo as she strokes me with her hand.
I have had blow jobs before, but none of them have been as intense as this one. I know that’s because of my feelings for Lyla. Nothing could be better than intimacy with someone you truly love.
I love Lyla. There was never a doubt in my mind about that.
She takes me deeper, gagging on my cock.
“Fuck, Lyla,” I mutter, my hand coming to the back of her head. I don’t guide her at all, but I keep it there, stroking the back of her head.
She keeps it shallow for several strokes before taking me deep again. This time, I feel the back of her throat, making my hips jolt up. She gags again, her throat tightening on my cock.
There is no warning. I can’t even give her a chance to pull off. My cock releases right there in her mouth.
She pulls off, coughing while my cock continues to empty itself on my stomach.
“Sorry,” I groan out.
She laughs. “Don’t be. That was hot. Let me get us something to clean up.”
She stands from the bed, going to grab a towel from the top of her dresser. She cleans herself up first before coming over and cleaning my stomach off. Then she pulls her shorts back on before righting her top.
I stand, pulling my boxers back on before I curl up next to her.
“I really liked that,” Lyla tells me.
“I enjoyed bringing you pleasure. We can do that anytime you want. Consider me your personal toy,” I joke.
She laughs. “That too, but I liked giving you head. I never enjoyed it much before, but with you, it’s different. Everything about you is different than anything I have ever known.”
My breath catches. Is she falling in love with me? God, I hope so.
It’s too soon to tell her I love her, though. No, I need to wait for her to be sure about her feelings before I can admit anything. I don’t want to scare her away.
“It was the best blow job I’ve ever had. You are talented. I am going to pretend that you learned how to do that from practicing on a banana, though. The thought of you doing that to another guy has me wanting to hunt them down and kill them.”
She swats my chest. “You are quite possessive, aren’t you?”
I smile down at her. “Just a tad. I can’t help that I want to keep you all to myself. You are my girl. Mine to protect and care for. All those other fuckers can get fucked.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I thought you didn’t have time for girls. Isn’t that why we are fake dating?”
“I don’t, but you aren’t just any girl, are you?”
She tilts her head. “Am I?”
I shake my head. “Nah. You are special. You don’t want me for my money or the fame I might have. You want me for me.”
She sighs. “I do like you for you. I don’t know why you don’t let others see this side of you. I’m sure they’d love it.”
I snort. “I don’t want them to love it or me. The only people that matter are those in my inner circle. Everyone else is just noise in the background for me.”
“Am I part of that circle?” she asks.
I almost laugh like she’s joking, but her eyes are vulnerable. She really doesn’t know, does she?
“Of course you are, Lyla. You are firmly part of the family,” I tell her.
What I don’t say is the truth because Lyla isn’t just in my circle.
She’s the very center of it.