Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wyatt
Christmas Eve was a good time. Being in Grams’s cabin made us all feel her presence.
Mom got emotional about being at the cabin for the first time since she passed, but her mood wasn’t down.
She just gave us a heartfelt speech about what a kind and gracious woman Grams was.
Then we went on to enjoy a good meal. My niece and nephew told all kinds of silly jokes at the table and Casey told me how proud she was of me.
Dad didn’t mention anything about the draft, and I was grateful.
Though I think my good mood came from spending time with Willa.
I hadn’t had an actual relationship with a girl since high school.
Sure, I had friends who were girls back at Westfall, but they were only friends.
The girls I hooked up with were puck bunnies interested in my career, not me.
With Willa things feel different. I feel like we connected off the bat and not just sexually. Willa understood me.
Now I’m walking down the street to the Montgomerys’ so I can help set up for the party tonight. Willa is going to be there, and I am excited to see her, which is weird for me because I’ve never felt this way before.
When I arrive to the front entrance of the Montgomery cabin, which is really a mansion, I am greeted by Mr. Montgomery.
“Hello, sir.” I shake his hand and a maid is waiting to take my jacket.
“Thanks for coming to help out, Wyatt,” he says.
“My pleasure,” I reply.
“This is your senior year at Westfall, right?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“I heard you’re going to be drafting to the NHL,” he then says and my stomach dips. Hearing those comments makes me add to the pressure I’m feeling and only reminds me of how much I have riding on the line.
“It’s up in the air right now, but I am hoping things will pan out.”
“Houston is in the main room. You can head over there and help. He’s building the dance floor,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say, and I walk off. I love hockey and I love the challenge of being a goalie, but I hate all the pressure that surrounds me about making it to the NHL.
What if I don’t actually make it? What then?
I didn’t write the LSAT last summer, but I can always do it this summer.
Westfall is a top tier school and my grades are good, but I would hate law school. I’d feel like a failure to myself.
When I enter the main room I see Willa standing on a chair, hanging an arch of balloons. Houston is beside her supporting her and jealousy flares inside me. I feel like blowing smoke through my nose. I walk across the dance floor with much more purpose than I mean to.
“Hi,” I greet, looking between Willa and Houston. My breathing is fast. I need to calm down. This doesn’t make any sense. Willa isn’t mine but she feels like mine. We may not have had sex yesterday, but spending the day getting to know her meant a lot.
“Hey, Wyatt, what’s up, bro?” Houston fist bumps me. “Do you remember Willa?”
Willa is wearing a fitted red sweater dress that hits her mid-thigh. She’s wearing a pair of dark green stockings on her legs. Despite her Christmas cheer, she looks hot. She’s also standing on a chair.
“Hi, Willa, nice to see you again,” I say, looking up at her.
She smiles. “You too, Wyatt.”
“I can get up on the chair and tie the balloons,” I offer because I don’t like seeing Houston’s hands close to her waist supporting her.
“I got this,” she says, tying the thread.
“Willa got here earlier. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time. Doesn’t she look amazing?” Houston says, grinning at her like the Cheshire cat.
“You look beautiful,” I confirm, looking into her eyes.
She holds my gaze for a second when Houston clears his throat.
“Okay, we should hang the rest of these,” he says, holding up more balloons.
“I should really be the one to hang them since I’m the tallest,” I insist. And because I want him to keep his damn hands to himself.
Houston gives me a dirty look that says why are you trying to cockblock me. I shrug it off and offer Willa my hand. She hops off the chair.
With me hanging the balloons on a thread, Willa goes off to help in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Houston asks me.
I’m assuming he’s referring to me getting rid of Willa.
“What do you mean?” I ask him innocently.
“Dude, I was having a good time with her. Do you have eyes?” he asks.
“Oh, I’ve got eyes,” I say and then I swallow. I don’t need him knowing that I think Willa is hotter than hell.
“Right,” he agrees. “Usually, she’s all skittish but today she was talking, being friendly. I think she’s into me.”
I’m trying to hold my tongue, contain the ugly green monster inside me rearing its ugly head. Just breathe. “I don’t know. I couldn’t tell.” I shrug.
For the next two hours I’m setting up decorations with Houston.
It isn’t how I saw this day going, but at least this way I am keeping him away from Willa.
When Houston’s mother calls him to help her with some decorations on a top shelf in a closet on the second floor, I run off to look for Willa.
I find her in the kitchen unloading boxes of cookies that arrived from a bakery.
She’s placing them one by one on platters.
“Need help?” I ask from behind her.
She startles. “Wyatt.” She takes a breath. “I could use help.”
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist and kiss the side of her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt along her skin. “Someone will see us.”
“Maybe that’s the point,” I counter, and she turns in my arms so she is facing me. I kiss her and she kisses me back, only it isn’t a friendly quick kiss. I slip her tongue and hers comes out to play.
“Whoa.” She pushes at my shoulders, breaking the kiss. “Were you jealous of Houston?”
Her brows are furrowed, and her perfect lips are puckered as she assesses me. “What if I was?”
“For starters, I’m really not the type of girl to get around,” she states, as if I didn’t know.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I reply, spreading kisses along the side of her mouth.
“You’re kind of sexy when you’re jealous,” she says with a smirk.
“I know.” I spread more small kisses along her mouth.
“Maybe we should take this somewhere private,” she suggests.
“I like the way you think, Willa Lockhart.”
She grins and then she pulls out of my embrace, exiting fast she begins to walk through the house.
I stay about five feet behind her. We pass by some neighbors who live close by.
One of them stops to talk to Willa and I pause and look at a painting on the wall.
She excuses herself to the ladies’ room and I am not far behind.
Inside the bathroom, she locks the door. “This is tricky,” I say.
“I couldn’t think of a better place that would grant us privacy,” she says.
“Maybe the basement?” I offer.
“It’s a cabin. I don’t think they have a basement. Besides, look at that countertop.” She tilts her chin to the counter and sink. The counter is long enough for me to sit her on it.
“You sure do have a vivid imagination,” I tell her.
“I’ve read a lot of romance books. I have all kinds of fantasies. The hot tub the other night was me living out a scene I read in a book,” she shares. Her words alone have made me hard. That and remembering watching her get herself off in the hot tub.
“Damn, Willa, you drive me crazy,” I say.
“I could say the same about you,” she says to me, as she pulls me by the shirt into her. Our lips collide as we kiss with a hunger I’ve never felt before. She reaches down and shoves her hand inside my cargo pants. I groan as her hand wraps around my cock and squeezes it.
I push her dress up her thighs, but I am met with her tights. “We need these off.”
She takes her hand out of my pants and hops off the counter.
She shoves the tights down to her ankles, muttering it’s easier if she doesn’t take them fully off.
When she hops back on the counter, she squeals that it’s cold on her bare butt and I hush her.
Then I move in and seal our lips together.
Our kisses heat up fast and she shoves that hand of hers back into my cargo pants. I reach down and rub her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” I say into her mouth.
“Finger me, Wyatt,” she pants.
I do as she says, inserting a finger inside her. I also use the thumb on my other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing picks up and she begins to moan.
“You have to keep it down,” I warn.
“I can’t,” she cries out as she pumps my cock.
Shit, I can’t blow my load in my boxers.
“You have to or else I have to take away one of my hands. Which will it be? The one with my finger inside you? Or the one rolling your clit?”
“Neither, Wyatt. Ah, that feels so good,” she cries. “I’ll be quiet, promise.”
I want to groan out loud. I keep myself controlled, even though I feel anything but.
Willa comes apart on my fingers. Her body undulates as she rolls her hips fast against my fingers.
Her eyes are squeezed shut. She pumps my cock harder, and I can’t take it anymore.
My fingers inside her feel too good. I come like it’s nobody’s business.
I let go as my lips crash to hers and we ride out the waves of our orgasms.
When we break apart, Willa has a lazy smile on her face. She licks her lips and it makes me want to kiss her all over again.
“You made me come in my pants like a teenager,” I laugh.
“I like having that effect on you.” She smiles.
“You’re very sweet.” I kiss her lips.
“I want us to have sex,” she blurts.
“Now?” I ask and feel alarmed.
“No.” She smacks my chest lightly and hops off the counter. She lifts up her tights. “Tonight. Tomorrow, before we leave.”
I take some tissues to clean myself up.
“Are you sure? It’s your first time, Willa. It matters,” I say to her.
“Why are you so sweet, Wyatt James?” She looks up to me batting her lashes.
“Because my sister basically taught me all the dating rules I know. She’s ten years older than me, and she had her share of bad relationships before she met her husband. She made me promise not to be a douchebag.”
“I like her already.” Willa smiles.
I shake my head because… this girl.
“How are we getting out of here?” I ask.
“I’ll slip out first,” she says. “See you later at the party. Bring a condom, just in case.”
Just like that Willa slips out of the bathroom. I wait a few minutes, washing my hands and looking in the mirror. Did that really just happen?