Chapter Twenty-One #2
By the time he parks the truck, I’m about to jump him right here in the parking lot with Ripp watching.
“Let’s go!” I hop out of the truck and rush around the back.
“What’s the big rush?” He slowly shuts the door and saunters over to me.
“You and your hands. If we don’t get inside in the next five seconds, this parking lot is about to get a show.”
Chuckling, he takes my hand and pulls me into the brewery. Over in the corner, we spot every single member of his family here.
They all yell “surprise” and rush out to hug him.
“Okay son, why is it that we’re here? Your mother has been a nervous wreck all day,” Pops Keaton says.
Wyatt stands at the head of the table, rubbing his hands together and sucking in a deep breath.
“Well. I’ve been keeping a secret.”
“Yeah, we already know you two are together. Coop’s been bitchin’,” Hunter yells out.
“It has nothing to do with Sophia.” Wyatt rolls his eyes.
“I recently was asked to take the detective’s exam, and I found out this morning that I passed.
Chief is putting me on a task force with some members from other departments to figure out what’s going on up toward Hemlock Cove.
I’ll be working closely with Evander Stoll from their department. ”
“That’s so amazing!” Anna launches herself at Wyatt to hug him, and I’m thankful she saved all her excitement for him even though she already knew.
The rest of the family follows suit, and they all hoard around him to say congratulations. It makes me smile knowing that he’s getting the credit he deserves from his family, sharing parts of himself with them that he wouldn’t have allowed himself to before.
Anna drapes her arm over my shoulders. “I just knew you were right for him. Thank you for making him tell us and letting us love him.”
“He deserves it all,” I say as we both stare at him, soaking in all the love with his crooked smile on full display.
As everyone starts to settle in their seats, Wyatt spots the cake at a table along the wall.
“Is that for me?” he asks Violet next to him.
“Yup, made it today. Your girl picked the flavor. A blueberry chiffon cake with lemon cream inside and cream cheese frosting on top.” She winks at me.
Turning to me he says, “You chose a blueberry cake for me?”
“I did. I know how much you love your Maine blueberries.”
He rewards me with another smile, pulling my chair closer to him so he can kiss the top of my head. “Careful, Goddess. I could get used to you.”
“Maybe I like that idea.”
Before he can question my statement, the party is in full swing, everyone making toasts to Wyatt and ordering shots.
Driving home, Wyatt’s hand travels further up my leg than it did at the restaurant.
“Why the fuck are there shorts under this thing?” he questions, snapping the pair of spandex under my denim skort against my thigh.
“It’s not like they’re preventing much. My ass cheeks still hang out of them.” I roll my eyes.
A wicked lopsided grin takes over his face. “Trust me, I know.”
“There’s nothing under them though. Just one zipper, one button, and you have all the access you want.”
Leaning back on the seat of his truck, I pop the button and flick the zipper, spreading my legs far enough for his hand to fit inside.
“Are we being greedy?” he asks like he doesn’t know I’m desperate for his hands to be on my body from his teasing all fucking night.
“I’m soaked for you, Officer Keaton. Feel for yourself.” Grabbing his hand, I slip his fingers under the material of my waistband.
“Fuck. That’s the sexiest fucking thing.” He bites his bottom lip but lets his fingers roam.
The truck drifts between the yellow and white line. “Aren’t you supposed to uphold the law about distracted driving?” I giggle.
“I’m morally obligated to not ignore your needs. It’s really a lose-win situation for me.” His fingers slip inside me.
“Oh God. You need to hurry up and drive. I’ve been tortured enough tonight.” I start to grind into his hand.
The truck picks up speed, and his eyes go back to the road, but it doesn’t stop him from pleasuring me while he does it.
By the time he parks in the driveway, I’m desperate for an orgasm. Both of us are needy and rush out of the truck into the garage, not paying any attention to Ripp who turns down toward the tiny house.
As soon as the garage door is back down, our hands and mouths are on each other.
“I have an idea. Do you trust me?” he asks.
“One hundred percent. I love ideas.” I wink.
He tugs me over to his gym and gets out the resistance bands.
“Are we exercising? Not really the vibe I had for right now.” I follow him around the space.
“We’ll be working out, trust me.” He stops at his weight area, tapping the weight bench. “Stand up here, and hold the pull up bar over the top.”
I climb up and do as he says, when he also climbs up with the resistance bands, facing me.
“Are you going to tie me to this pull up bar?” I whisper, letting my smile show him how absolutely ready I am for this.
“Sure am.” He reaches up, winding the bands around my hands and the bar, tugging tight when he thinks it’s set. He runs his finger along my left ring finger. “That tan line faded, Goddess. Knew you were destined to fall for me.”
“I can’t see it,” I say. Standing on my tip toes isn’t giving me the view I need to see my fingers. But I know it’s gone. It’s gone from all our running together.
“Good thing that lifting you up is my next step.” He pulls my skirt down my legs and tosses it off to the side, sliding down the weight bench and slipping under my knees so they rest on his shoulders.
The position lifts me up over the bar, my pussy hitting right at his face, and suddenly I see his vision.
And I’m all for it.