Chapter Eight
Wyatt: Gotta work soon. Want to run and then come over for breakfast?
Me: Do you even need to ask if I’m up for food?
Wyatt: Didn’t think so, but I’m crunched for time so can you go now? I got caught up earlier and lost track of time.
Running with Wyatt has quickly become a new favorite hobby.
Actually, spending time with Wyatt in any way has quickly become my new favorite hobby.
Maybe if I could find a boyfriend I enjoyed spending this much time with, I wouldn’t be solely in it for orgasms. It doesn’t hurt that the orgasms that usually accompany our running are also better than any I’ve ever had.
Wyatt usually works days, but he picked up some detail shifts for overnight roadwork, and I can’t lie, it’s a little unnerving knowing he isn’t just down the driveway, but more like half an hour away. I had to order a sound machine because I was freaking myself out with every little noise.
Even though he’s been working himself to the bone this last week, he’s still managed to call me for a run most days. Sometimes just food if he’s tired.
Locking my door behind me, I jog down the road to meet him at the end of his driveway where the dirt road starts.
“Hey, Goddess.” He reaches out, pulling me in, and kissing me.
“What was that for?” I ask when he releases me.
“Just needed a taste of you before we start. I didn’t get to see you yesterday.”
“Aww. Are you counting down the minutes until you get to see me, Officer Keaton?” I wrap my arms around his bicep, giving him shit but secretly reveling in the fact he seemed to miss me and wishing it was because he wanted more than an orgasm for the first time.
“I’d be thrilled to come home to find you naked in my bed. So yes, I’m counting down the minutes every time I come home and don’t see you.”
I pout at his answer. I know I set the parameters for what we’re doing, but damn if it doesn’t sting a little when he sticks to them.
Liking him for more than his dick wasn’t something I anticipated.
“Well. Leave that door unlocked, and maybe one night you’ll get your wish.” I wink.
“Never. But there is a hide-a-key in the second hydrangea on the left side of the grill. Hidden under the leaves near the base of the plant in a rock.” He pinches my ass as we start off with a slow jog.
“Hmm. I love the options there, Officer Keaton. Watch out. I might just use that when… the feeling… hits in the middle of the night.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Goddess. I’ll take you whenever I can get you.” Winking over his shoulder, he takes off at a full speed to start our three-mile loop.
He thinks I start off slow to keep my pace even, keeping up the training for the marathon I’ll never get to run. But really, it’s so I can watch his ass as he runs and the muscles in his back rippling while the sweat trickles down his bare skin.
Yeah, this beats any training I did in Montana.
“Let’s go, Goddess. You’re slacking today,” he yells out, and I notice I’m much further behind him than usual.
That won’t do.
Picking up my pace until I pass him, I turn around to goad him. “I was just giving you time to think you were winning.”
“No you weren’t. You were staring at my body. It’s the same reason I let you get ahead of me every so often.” He chuckles, and my eyes go wide. “Yeah, don’t think you’re that slick.”
“Whatever. Sue me for appreciating a good body.” I turn and run ahead of him a little further, knowing my new speed will force him to run faster and harder than he likes if he wants to catch up.
After his little comment, I keep a faster than usual pace, pushing myself harder than I typically do, and by the third and final lap, he’s far enough behind me that I’ll make it into his house before he even gets to the edge of the yard.
Slipping in through the slider door, I quickly strip off my sweaty clothes and rest my hip on his counter by the stove with my legs crossed at my ankles.
The slider opens, and Wyatt’s grumbling precedes him. “Jesus, woman. What the hell was—” His eyes grow wide as he takes in the sight in front of him.
“Thought we could start on breakfast as soon as you got in.” I grab some of the eggs off the counter and a bowl from the cabinet in front of me, stretching up on my toes and popping my ass out.
In an instant, his hands are on my hips. “Fuck, Goddess. You are hell on my resolve. I don’t have much time,” he murmurs into my neck. “It’s you or food.”
“Hmm.” I tap my finger on my chin. “How about you cook? And I’ll take care of you.”
I drop to my knees, sliding down between his body and the counter.
“You know this doesn’t work. I’ll burn my eggs.” He reaches down and pulls me back up until I’m in his arms. “I have an idea. A little mutual satisfaction, then you can cook while I shower.”
His shorts hit the floor with a pluff of air at my feet.
“Sounds like the perfect morning to me.” Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kiss him.
“Give me one second.” He takes off up the stairs.
My mind spins with possibilities. But when he returns with a piece of hot pink plastic covering his finger, it creates more questions than answers.
“What is that?” I smirk, taking him in, his chiseled chest and naked body on full display as he stalks toward me.
“It’s a finger sleeve, for G-spot massage. It adds a little extra to your pleasure.” He slips between my thighs, pushing me against the island. “Close your eyes.”
Listening, I relax with my hands resting on his shoulders, feeling every movement. The anticipation of what he’ll do next has me ready for anything.
His arm flexes under my touch, and then his fingers trail over my collarbone with such a light touch that I almost wouldn’t know he even moved if I didn’t feel it under my hands.
Next he moves down to my nipples, running the massager over each one. The different sensations make my skin pebble with need. Pinching and twisting each nipple, he has me moaning his name in no time.
My fingers flex, and I dig my nails into his skin as he continues down my stomach between my thighs.
“You’re already so wet, Goddess. Were you waiting for this the whole time we were running?” He pushes into me slow as hell.
“Yes. It’s my favorite part of exercise now,” I admit.
“Are you ready? We need to go quick.”
His free hand snakes around my hip and holds me close as the massager finds my clit. Between him pinching and circling with his calloused fingers and the rough textures on the silicone, it doesn’t take him long to bring me to the brink.
Letting my hands drop, I grip his cock in one hand, and his balls rest in my other palm. Sliding my hand from the base to his tip pulls him closer into me. Meshing our bodies together, our hands tangle as we pleasure each other, naked in the kitchen.
Moving faster and faster, we both get closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Goddess,” he whispers into the shell of my ear. His breath tickles as he pinches my clit with the massager and runs circles around it.
I can’t keep the orgasm at bay, and it takes over.
“Yes!” My cries echo in the large open kitchen.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he moans.
Our bodies freeze for a few seconds as our orgasms take over, and he pulls me to him, massaging my boobs as we ride them out.
Nuzzling into my neck, we stand together, trying to catch our breath.
“Even a fucking quickie with you is perfection,” I whisper.
He kisses along my neck, sucking at the spot on my collarbone. “It’s always perfect. Your body was destined to be mine.”
I still, taking in his words. They sound an awful lot like more feelings than either of us bargained for. Hope flutters for just a minute before I remind myself we both agreed to strictly fun, and it’s on me that I’m catching feelings.
Kissing his cheek, I push him away gently so I can step out of his embrace. “Okay. You go, I’ll cook.”
Pulling my face into his hands, he kisses me. “Be careful, Goddess. I could get used to this.”
Like an idiot, I smile at his words, watching him saunter up the stairs to his shower.
Watch it, Sophia. He doesn’t know who you are, and when he does… he’ll run.
Like a douse of cold water on my feelings and libido, I pull on my clothes and start to make his breakfast.
It doesn’t matter that it’s almost dinner time for the rest of the world, he just woke up, so eggs it is. I pull veggies from the fridge and chop a few to add to his omelette with some diced ham and cheddar.
Pouring it into the pan, I wait for it to set a little before flipping.
“How do you make eggs smell so good?” he asks.
“I’ve been cooking for myself and my brother since I was eight.” Plating up his omelette, I bring it to the table so I can sit with him while he eats.
“You’re not eating?”
“Nope. I had lunch not too long ago. I didn’t sleep all morning and afternoon like you.” I settle into my seat with my water.
“So, you have a brother?” he asks while digging his fork into the food.
Shit. I’m not supposed to share personal info.
“Yeah. I do. I don’t get to talk to him a lot though. Haven’t heard from him in a while.” At least that part is true.
“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine not being close to my siblings. They annoy the shit out of me, but I love ‘em.”
“Your whole family seems amazing. Your mom told me the story of how she and your dad met. So romantic.”
“Oh, gosh. She loves telling that story. How long did it take her to convince you to hear it?” He’s picking at her, but his love for her is evident in how he talks about her.
“I asked her, thank you very much. And she happily told me.” I giggle at the memory. “And she had a few margaritas, so she was very forthcoming about how handsome your dad was, and that you look just like him.”
“Of course she did. She loves to say that to whoever any of her boys are dating. It doesn’t matter which brother she’s talking about.” He shakes his head.
“Well, then Aubrey said he’s a silver fox, and I agree. So I think I’m with your mom.”
He scrunches his nose. “You could have just left it at me being handsome. We didn’t need to go and bring in your attraction to my father. Or Aubrey’s for that matter.”
Clearing his plate from the table, he drops it into a sink full of dishes.
“Not my fault you come from good genes. At least you know you’ll still have it when you’re older.” I try to hide my smile at his reaction to me calling his dad attractive.
“Yup. Okay. On that note, I’m going to work.” He pulls me into him one-handed, kissing my lips.
“Text me later so I know you’re safe out there, okay?”
“Absolutely. Can you just lock up when you leave here?” He grabs his small cooler and utility belt.
“Yup. I can do that.” Reaching out, I pinch his ass cheek on his way out the door.
“Remember what I said, Goddess. I could get used to this. So you might want to watch yourself.” He winks, and the door shuts behind him.
It takes me too long to recover from his parting words, and the garage door opens and closes before I move again.
Could he really have feelings for me? Could I let my feelings grow for him? Would it work, or would I ruin it?
Shaking my head, I set out to do his dishes. And maybe a few other things like his overflowing laundry.
Not like I have anything else to do.