Chapter 33
Taylor
The front door groaned open, but as I stepped into my home I still felt like I was gripped in the clutches of a taxing day. Fatigue weighed me down, Delaney and his relentless antics pressing my shoulders into the ground.
Ever attuned to surrounding moods, Michael Keaton greeted me with an enthusiastic jump, his demeanor starkly contrasting with mine. My fingers ran through his fur, a small acknowledgment of his attempt to cheer me up, but the customary playfulness eluded me. I just wasn’t feeling it.
I dropped my purse and laptop bag on the end table in the hall and trudged through to the kitchen. I knew I’d find Wyatt there, hopefully cooking up one of her comfort meals. The day’s challenges clung to me, refusing to dissipate. I needed that. I needed her.
But as I rounded the corner I stopped short of going into the kitchen. There stood Wyatt, looking like she’d fallen into a vat of dye. If nothing else, it provided a vibrant juxtaposition to the gloom that had followed me home.
“Purple?” I questioned, my eyebrows knitting in bemusement. She was even wearing a bright purple wig. “Did I miss a costume party invitation?”
She came up to me and snaked her arms around my neck, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.
“I thought you might need it today, with everything going on at work,” she murmured, her eyes a kaleidoscope of empathy.
The realization washed over me, a surge of warmth eclipsing the heaviness I’d come home with.
Wyatt, in her quirky and endearing way, was using herself as a tried and tested coping mechanism.
She had wrapped the ‘Find five things that are purple’ method into her entire being.
For me. To help me after a hard day at work.
Without meaning to, hot tears stung my eyes. I was overcome with love for the woman in my arms, and I didn’t know what to do with it all.
“Oh, Wyatt, you’re amazing, you know that?” Our lips touched again, but this time we lingered a little longer.
And when we parted, the look in her eyes floored me. So open, vulnerable, and filled with love.
That was when I realized something else…
All this time I’d been on a quest to find someone to love, when the thing I needed most of all was someone who loved me.
Standing in the middle of my kitchen, holding onto a beautiful woman comically dressed in purple from head to toe, I finally knew what that felt like.
I slipped her hand from my neck, holding onto it as I led her to our bedroom, not saying another word. That time had come and gone, and now what I wanted her to know was something that went beyond basic language. I wanted to show her.
The air crackled with an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull drawing us closer.
Wyatt’s eyes, pools of intensity, locked onto mine, mirroring a sentiment I felt coursing through my veins.
The day’s burdens dissolved, leaving only the two of us in a suspended moment where time slowed and intentions were laid bare.
The walk to our bedroom was charged with subtle glances and the electric brush of skin against skin. The anticipation, wanting, needing…
The soft glow of the bedside lamp created a warmth that enveloped us as we stepped inside the room, perfectly illuminating the contours of Wyatt’s face.
Silhouetted against the gentle radiance she appeared ethereal, a beacon of love and comfort in the dimness.
Our bed beckoned, a haven where the boundaries of our individual worlds dissolved and we melded into a shared existence.
I guided Wyatt to stand next to the bed, then gently pulled the wig from her head. Her dark blonde locks fell down, framing her face.
“I’m so happy you’re in my life, Wyatt,” I murmured, cupping her cheek. My thumb brushed slow circles in place. “Happy that you found me.”
Her gaze flickered to my mouth, then back to my eyes, her own burning with an intensity I’d come to know very well.
“I’m happy you passed out on my property.” She lifted her hands to unbutton my shirt.
Wyatt worked slowly, her mouth following close behind her fingers as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, bathing my skin with kisses as it became exposed.
I closed my eyes to the warmth of her mouth on my breasts, the maddening sensation of her tongue circling its way to my stiff nipple.
I was so lost in her that I didn’t feel her fumble with my bra, only became aware of the new freedom as it floated to the floor.
I followed suit, gripping her purple t-shirt at the bottom and scooping it up over her head in one swift motion.
A tremulous breath got caught in my throat when I discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra, her perfect, supple breasts ready and waiting for me.
I dipped my head, reveling in the luscious moan that shuddered out of her the moment my lips made contact.
My fingertips pressed into the small of her back, holding her in place as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Wyatt’s hands raked through my hair, grabbing fistfuls as she writhed in pleasure.
I could feel that she wanted it as much as I did, her arousal peaking to a breaking point.
“I don’t want to rush this.” I straightened, gazing into her eyes. “I want it to be like back at the cabin. I want to take my time with you.”
She gave a wistful smile, her hooded eyes nearly shot black with desire. “I’m all yours, Taylor. You can do as you please with me.”
I loosened my hold slightly and allowed my arms to slide from her back to hold her face, palms against her cheeks. We looked into each other’s eyes, unspoken words passing between us that didn’t need to be said. They were words our hearts knew only too well.
“Taylor…”
I closed the gap and pressed my lips to hers, savoring the tenderness with which she received me.
It took only a few seconds and the kiss deepened, Wyatt parting her lips when my tongue came out to touch them.
One of us moaned sweetly, but I couldn’t tell where the sound came from.
I couldn’t think straight, burning with my need for her.
Breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.
“I love the way you taste,” I whispered, my arms finding their way around her body again. I held her close, as close as I could.
Wyatt let me. “Don’t stop there,” she replied, guiding us toward the bed.
We rid ourselves of our pants and underwear before sliding onto the bed together.
I positioned myself on top of her and captured her lips again, one hand on her hip and the other pushing through her hair until I cradled the back of her head.
I initiated it, but Wyatt was the one controlling the kiss, allowing me to savor the slow, deliberate way our lips moved against each other.
Her tongue delved into my mouth, sliding against mine in a delicious dance that I never wanted to end.
Wyatt’s lids fluttered closed as my hands moved to her neck, my thumbs stroking slowly back and forth along her jaw.
There was no urgency, nothing desperate about what we were doing, just a sense of relief.
Contentment. That, and an achingly beautiful awareness that we were exactly where we wanted to be. Where we were supposed to be.
With each other.
Mountain cabin or bustling city, it didn’t matter. The only thing either of us cared about was the solace we found in each other’s arms.
I shifted, altering my position so that I was straddling Wyatt’s hips.
Her hands came up to grip mine tightly, pushing down and adding to that sensuous friction at my core.
Breathing hard, we looked at each other, saying nothing but everything all at once.
It was only a moment, but it was enough to charge the atmosphere between us with something more.
Something that burned hotter than what we had before.
Wyatt took my lips, pushing up to sit at the same time.
I swayed back and wrapped my legs around her waist to keep our bodies pressed tightly together.
Rocking together. Wyatt broke the kiss and dropped her mouth to my neck, sucking the soft flesh there before grazing her teeth over my pulse point.
It sent a rush of sensation shooting through me, scorching, fiery hot, setting every one of my nerve endings on fire.
I shuddered involuntarily and felt her smile against my skin before doing it again.
God, she was insatiable. I moved my hands into her hair and tugged gently, pulling her head away.
Our eyes locked, and Wyatt’s tongue came out to wet her lips as she gazed up at me straddling her.
Her hands floated up, thumbs ghosting over my stomach while still looking at me.
The intensity of her gaze stole my breath, but I couldn’t look away if I tried.
Wyatt’s hands moved higher, searing my skin with a feather-light touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Her voice was thick with arousal.
And the way she looked when she said it… I dipped my head, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Feeling like this woman was going to be the end of me, for sure.
It was only a moment, because a second later my head snapped back up, a tremulous gasp falling from my lips.
Wyatt’s warm, wet mouth had closed around my nipple, feasting on it with the butterfly-soft caress of her tongue.
I arched my back, fingers buried in her hair to hold her just there, to keep her going.
Her one arm curled around my waist to hold me steady as I started rocking and swaying on top of her, losing myself in the rolling heat of her purposeful teasing.
Without stopping what she was doing, Wyatt covered my left breast with her other hand, squeezing and turning my nipple until a languid moan escaped from me.
Her ministrations were working me into a state, causing a flush to break out on my chest and creep all the way up my neck.
I pushed down with my hips, rocking hard against her, the fire in my core threatening to consume me whole.
Sensing my growing need, Wyatt cupped my ass, squeezing down as she pulled me closer.
Her firm grip guided me, helped me build a steady rhythm as I moved on top of her.
Then she released my breast and looked up at me, breathless.
Her lips were blushed pink and swollen, and I couldn’t ignore that.
I leaned down and roughly took her luscious mouth with mine, a passionate kiss made of tongues and clashing teeth.
And through it all, the constant rocking of my hips, coaxing the burning knot in my core to unravel and ruin me forever.
Wyatt broke away again, smiling through a feverish sigh. I had enough time to whisper her name before she sucked the life out of me once again, her warm mouth dragging white hot kisses along my collarbone.
Then her hand fell from my breast, and every semblance of restraint I had melted away.
Because her hand moved lower, one finger sliding easily between my slick folds.
I tensed, my arms wrapping around her shoulders for support as I writhed deliciously against her touch.
Wyatt lifted her face, finding my mouth and delving into my depths with fervor.
I groaned, savoring her eager motions over my clit, her tongue blazing with the same intense need I felt.
When she finally released me, my breath came in short, ragged spurts and I pressed myself against her, holding her close.
It was then, as we swayed together, cheek to cheek, that Wyatt slipped two fingers inside me. Something like a whimper-moan broke from my lips, and I rocked my hips to match the pace of her deliberate thrusts that were bringing me closer and closer to release.
“That’s it. That’s it, my love,” she murmured in my ear. “You’re doing so well. Take what you need.”
My control started to slip under the simmering weight of her encouragement, and I felt myself give over to the overwhelming wave of sensation crashing through me.
The ache in my core rose to a maddening peak, and it was all I could do to keep my lungs sucking broken, heated breaths into me to stay alive.
Just long enough, holding on enough… for Wyatt to annihilate me.
A dangerous quivering started up in my thighs, and as soon as that happened Wyatt moved her thumb to my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes flew open and I gasped out loud. Clinging to her, fingers digging into the soft flesh on her shoulders, I threw back my head in rapturous ecstasy.
I rode her fingers hard, careening toward my ultimate demise with Wyatt urging me on in breathy whispers. It was all a heated blur in my fragile state, but one thing broke through the impending explosion.
“I love you, Taylor. God, I love you,” she breathed. “Now come for me. I want to feel you come.”
And I did. Just like that. By the word of my lover, I plummeted over the edge and into the sweetest oblivion. I quaked through my climax, wracking my body with wave after wave of euphoria, collapsing against Wyatt with the breath of her name on my lips.