Chapter 25
Wild As Her - Tyler Joe Miller
Kinsley
I couldn’t fathom what my dad had said to Wyatt, but on the ride back to the ranch, Wyatt was quiet. As we got the horses untacked and turned out, he was so lost in thought that I doubted anything short of a dynamite blast would reach him.
Watching him intently, I waited for a chance to ask what was going on.
Dad passed by, shaking his head at me. “Leave him be, Kinsley. He’s processing.”
“Processing what?” I called out after him, but Dad kept walking, tossing a simple “Patience, sweetheart,” over his shoulder.
I exhaled a frustrated huff. All I wanted was for Wyatt to open up to me, preferably right now.
Resigned, I planted myself on a bale of hay outside the barn, waiting. My toe tapped impatiently on the dirt as time dragged on.
At last, I heard Wyatt’s boots on the concrete of the barn aisle. I shot up, turning to face him. His strides were determined as he closed the distance between us, his penetrating brown eyes locking onto mine.
Before I could speak, his hands found my waist, pulling me flush against his body. The air left my lungs in a sharp exhale as Wyatt’s lips crashed onto mine with an urgency that stole my breath.
I melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of the longing that had been simmering for too long into that kiss. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as our mouths moved together. Wyatt’s hands roamed over my back, his calloused fingers igniting sparks everywhere they touched. When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, I readily parted them, deepening our kiss with a soft moan of pleasure. His grip tightened, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us.
When we finally tore apart, our chests heaving, Wyatt’s forehead pressed to mine. The charged air around us crackled with newfound electricity as his fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch featherlight.
“Finally,” I breathed out, my voice shaking.
“I’m sorry. I’m a stubborn jackass,” he said.
“Well, at least you’re self-aware,” I replied.
Wyatt chuckled and kissed me again.
“What did my dad say to you?”
“That if I want you, I have to want this ranch too and I need to earn it. And you. Here, not out there.”
A small smile played across my lips. “My dad is a pretty smart guy.”
“Apparently so.”
“So, does this mean you’re staying?” My heart fluttered with cautious hope.
He cupped my face, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone. “Let’s win a few more rodeos. Then, we’ll figure out what our future holds. Together.”
The promise in his words warmed me to the core. “Deal.” I rose on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his once more.
The rest of the evening passed in a bit of a dream-like haze. We cuddled together on the couch, watching one of Mom and Dad’s old westerns, but I barely registered the movie. All I could focus on was the feeling of Wyatt’s arm around me and the slow stroke of his fingers against my thigh under the blanket we shared. The restraint of being under my parents’ watchful eyes only amplified my growing ache for him.
When I stole glances up at Wyatt, his face was an impassive mask of concentration, fixed on the screen. But the glaze in his eyes betrayed the battle he was waging with his own restraint.
As the credits rolled, we made a show of exaggerated yawns and stretches before bidding my parents good night.
The second we were out of their line of sight, our lips crashed together. We were a whirlwind of roaming hands and tangled limbs, desperate to touch and be touched after denying ourselves for too long. We stumbled blindly towards my bedroom, our bodies still entwined.
In our frenzied haste, I misjudged the distance, and Wyatt’s head cracked against the wall with a dull thud.
“Ow!” He winced, rubbing the back of his head.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” I grimaced.
Wyatt just shrugged it off and leaned in to recapture my lips, but Dad’s voice interrupted us, echoing down the hallway. “Good night, you two!”
We froze, sheepishly realizing the walls weren’t nearly as thick as we’d hoped.
“We could be quiet,” I whispered.
Wyatt arched an incredulous eyebrow at me. “You’re never quiet,” he pointed out with a teasing lilt. “Besides, I like it when you scream.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but his words sent a fresh rush of desire coursing through me. Biting my lip, I considered our options before a daring idea took hold. “Let’s get out of here,” I murmured.
We crept down the stairs and slipped out the front door, letting it ease shut silently behind us. The clear skies above us were a canvas of stars shining brilliantly without the interference of city lights.
Wyatt’s hand found the small of my back, sending tingles dancing over my skin as he guided me towards my truck. He opened the passenger door for me, and as I climbed up, he leaned in for a brief but searing kiss that left me breathless. I settled onto the cool leather seat, my heart thundering with delicious anticipation as he closed the door and rounded the truck.
The engine rumbled to life with a roar that shattered the night’s tranquil. I instinctively clapped a hand over my mouth as if that could somehow muffle the raucous sound.
Wyatt smirked knowingly at my reaction. “Should I lay on the gas and really peel out?” he teased.
I swatted his arm lightly. “Shh, you jerk! Just go already!”
With a wicked grin, Wyatt eased the truck down the long gravel driveway but then turned sharply onto a narrow dirt road that meandered through the pastures. His eyes kept darting over to me with an intensity that had my pulse kicking up another notch.
“Come on, hurry up,” I urged, squirming impatiently in the seat.
“So impatient,” he said, amused. Then his expression turned serious, his gaze darkening. “Take off your pants,” he suddenly instructed.
I hesitated for only a second, making sure he wasn’t joking, but there was no mistaking the earnestness in his expression. He wasn’t kidding.
I popped open the button on my jeans and slowly undid the zipper. Wyatt struggled to keep his eyes on the road while also watching me. I lifted my hips and slid my jeans down before pulling them off. Beneath the denim, I wore a pair of plain white cotton panties printed with little horseshoes.
“Lucky underwear.” I shrugged. “I guess it worked.”
Wyatt let out a low rumbling laugh, the sound rich and warm. “I’d say so.” His gaze drifted over me.
“So, now what, cowboy?” My voice emerged in a breathless rasp.
Wyatt guided the truck down a winding path that dead-ended near the river’s edge. The gentle rush of the water over rocks drifted through the open windows, filling the air with its soothing melody. He killed the engine and headlights, plunging us into silence and darkness, save for the stars’ ethereal light.
In a heartbeat, his calloused hand found my bare thigh, his rough palm sending shivers dancing over my skin as it slowly inched higher. I drew in a sharp breath as his fingers brushed against the soft cotton covering my heat.
“More,” I pleaded in a whisper.
Wyatt’s fingers delved beneath the fabric, finding my centre. A whimper escaped my lips as he stroked me with agonizing tenderness.
“Wyatt, please.” I gasped, my hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
With a ragged groan, he surged forward, kissing me as his fingers thrust into my aching core. I cried out my pleasure into his mouth, my body quickly climbing that blissful crest as his skilled touch worked me into a frenzy.
When I shattered apart, Wyatt swallowed each desperate kiss, prolonging the tremors coursing through me with his relentless strokes until I was spent and boneless in the wake of my release.
Wyatt’s eyes were dark and hooded as he watched me slowly float back down to earth. “I need you, Kins,” he rasped, the rough timbre of his voice sending another shiver of need ricocheting through me.
“Then take me already, you idiot,” I breathed, rising to claim his lips.
In the blink of an eye, Wyatt was out of the truck, opening my door and turning me so he was standing between my legs. His mouth moved over mine with a ferocious hunger, our tongues warring in a heated duel. My hands found their way under his shirt, desperate to map every glorious inch of his muscled torso.
When we tore apart, I quickly unfastened his belt and jeans, shoving the denim down his hips impatiently to free his straining length. I wrapped my hand around him, drawing a guttural groan from deep in his chest as his eyes slipped closed in rapture.
“Kinsley,” he rasped, his voice wrecked as he struggled for control. “Can I?”
“Please,” I whimpered. “I want you, Wyatt. Now.”
With a ragged curse, he bent and hooked his hands behind my knees, hoisting me up and pinning me against the side of the truck. I locked my legs around his waist as he claimed my lips, groaning into my mouth as he sheathed himself fully inside me with one powerful thrust.
Our harsh pants and whimpers mingled with the rush of the river as we moved together in a fevered, frantic dance. I lost all sense of everything but the feeling of Wyatt surrounding me and filling me to the point of breaking.
When the tremors of my climax finally crested, Wyatt captured my cry with another soul-melting kiss, allowing me to shatter apart in his arms.
Wyatt’s thrusts grew erratic, his harsh pants hot against my cheek as he chased his own release with single-minded earnestness. Then, with a guttural groan, he stilled, his entire body going rigid as he pulsed deep inside me.
I clung to him, quivering, as he collapsed against me, his weight pinning me to the truck in the most deliciously overwhelming way.
Sometime later, we lay tangled together in the bed of the truck, our sweat-slicked bodies still trembling in the aftermath. Wyatt nuzzled his face into the curve of my neck, placing a line of feather-light kisses along my overheated skin as my fingers idly traced patterns across his back.
“Why did we ever stop doing that?” I wondered aloud, the words a breathless murmur.
A low, husky chuckle rumbled against my throat. “Damn if I can remember, darlin’, but I swear on my life I’m never going be that stupid again.”
Curling closer, I smiled into the darkness. “I’m holding you to that.”
“Next time, I won’t have my pants around my ankles like a horny teenager,” he added with a wry chuckle.
I arched an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know. I kind of like that look on you.”
Wyatt barked out a laugh, his chest vibrating against mine with the rich sound. “Well, I like this look on you,” he rasped, letting his heated gaze roam over my naked body in the almost complete darkness.
“Obviously. I look amazing naked.” I pushed him flat on his back and moved over him so I was straddling him. “Got any more in you, cowboy?”
Wyatt ran his hands up my body, over my breasts and up to my face, and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Yes, ma’am.”