Chapter 32
thirty-two
. . .
BLAIR
Wyatt’s place is breathtaking. It’s a house on the Santa Monica-Venice border with breathtaking views of the ocean. There is as much outdoor space as there is indoor space. It’s an open floor plan with the living, dining, and kitchen areas all visible once you are inside. The back of the house is made of glass doors that slide open to a back patio. I notice the small spa connected to a gorgeous square pool and wonder if Bethany has been in there. Fences line the sides of the yard but not the back because it leads straight out onto the beach.
“This place is incredible.” I’m standing at the open doors, looking out at the ocean while he’s in the kitchen, working on dinner.
“Thanks. It’s the one place that brings me peace.”
“I can imagine the entertaining you must do here.” How many women has he been able to seduce with this setup? Already, my panties are dropping, and I haven’t even gotten close to him yet.
“Oh, I haven’t really entertained yet. I’ve only lived here for a year. Unless you count Mom and Sophia. I guess a few buddies have come over to watch a game or two.”
“Uh-huh. I can imagine the ladies are impressed.”
“I don’t know. Are you? You’re the first lady I’ve ever invited here.”
I stare at him, doing my best impression of not looking surprised. Then I nod and try to change the subject as I walk over to the kitchen island.
“So, lobster rolls, yeah?”
“I went home with Jake one summer. He’s from Connecticut, and we used to eat at this place on Sea Bluff Beach that only had three things on the menu: lobster rolls, lobster chowder, and lobster salad. To this day, I dream about that lobster roll and have worked hard to recreate it,” He laughs as he tells the story.
The last two weeks have been almost too perfect. We’ve been spending more time together, and I’m finding it hard to remember why I should stay away from him. We slipped right back into the comfort and banter we had the first time we were together. It’s almost as if no time has passed, except now we talk about work and clients instead of school, parents, or friends. When I’m with him, I forget about heartache. I forget I could get hurt again and that I need to be careful.
“Want to eat outside?”
“It feels like the right thing to do,” I say.
He carries the food while I grab the glasses and a bottle of wine he’s set out for us, and we walk over to a table near the end of the patio, steps away from the sand. It’s a little windy out, but tonight is warmer than normal, the perfect temperature to dine outside.
When I sit down, I notice the balcony above, and Wyatt turns his head to see what I’m looking at.
“There’s a fire pit up there. We can check it out after dinner.”
He catches my eyes and holds them for a minute. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to ruin what could be a moment. I’d definitely like to go upstairs.
“Sounds nice.”
Dinner is messy but delicious. He tells me what it was like to go to UCLA, and I share my stories about grad school at Stanford and why I changed my mind about practicing law. It was just so boring. He laughs and agrees, but he’s good at what he does. As much as he was born to golf, he was meant to be a lawyer, too.
We talk about Hollywood and the crazy clients we’ve had and then compare notes on some of the popular actors we both know, agreeing on who is a class act and who is appalling. We also laugh at how delusional it can get sometimes when studios are trying to make deals and act as if life will cease to exist if they can’t agree with a director over how an explosion scene should play out.
We never seem to run out of things to talk about, and I imagine what it might be like if this were something more. We know we have chemistry. I just can’t tell if it’s excitement I feel, or terror. Maybe it’s both.
“So, I wanted to ask you something.” He reaches across the table and threads his fingers through mine. “I know this is new, I know we’re still figuring things out, but I guess I just wanted to know what you’re thinking?”
I’m not sure what he wants me to say. I’m thinking I want to be with him. I want to spend the night with him. And I’m for sure thinking I don’t ever want him to see that Bethany woman again. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I don’t want to be with anyone else. Do you?”
I rub my thumb inside the palm of his hand. “No, I don’t.” And that’s true, I don’t want to be with anyone else. But I’m still hanging on to a little fear. Wyatt must see that in my eyes.
“I’m not saying we have to declare our love for one another, but while we’re figuring out what we are, I’d like us to be exclusive. No other people. Just me and you.”
“No Bethany?”
“Definitely no Bethany. Only you.”
He brings my hand to his lips, dusting a light kiss over my knuckles. He pulls me up and over to sit on his lap. Our eyes connect, a million declarations left unsaid for now. I lean in for a taste of his lips and he tightens his arms around my waist as if confirming our pact. His teeth nip at my bottom lip as he pulls back, still holding me close.
“Let me put the dishes up, and then we can take our glasses upstairs and finish this bottle of wine by the fire,” he whispers.
I help him clear the table and watch as he pushes up his shirt sleeves so he can rinse the dishes off before putting them in the dishwasher. His forearms flex, showcasing their ropey veins and muscles and drawing my eyes down to his hands. They are strong, and his fingers are long, with perfectly manicured nails. I get distracted thinking about those hands on my body. They make me feel small and adored.
“You ok?”
I snap my eyes up to see that Wyatt has caught me staring at him, and I blush.
“Yes, just thinking about some calls I need to make tomorrow.”
He smiles at me like he knows I’m full of shit. “Come on. Let’s go up.”
Wyatt motions for me to lead the way. At the top of the stairs, I’m met with another wall of glass doors, leading out to a smaller patio with a round firepit and four Adirondack chairs. There’s also a row of chaise lounge chairs facing the unobstructed view of the ocean.
“This is so beautiful,” I say. “If I lived here, I don’t think I would ever come inside. I would sleep on those lounge chairs and work all day around the fire pit.”
Wyatt smiles at me and threads his fingers through mine as he pulls me outside.
He leads us over to the lounge chairs and pushes two of them together. Then he pulls a small table to the side of one of the lounge chairs so we have a place for our wine and glasses. I want to say something sarcastic about his boldness connecting the chairs, but I can’t because my mouth is totally dry, and my thighs clench together in hopes those chairs see some inappropriate action soon.
He climbs onto one lounge and stretches out with his shirt untucked and bare feet crossed at the ankles. Then he pats the other seat for me to join him. I sit, but my heart is racing, and I’m worried that if I get too close to him, he’ll hear it.
“I’m really glad you came over tonight.” Wyatt turns on his side to face me, propping his head up with his arm. He brushes a strand of hair away from my lips.
“Me, too.”
He leans close, and I can feel his breath on my lips. When he’s this close, I just want to breathe in his scent.
“Stay the night with me, Blair.”
“Ok.”
He kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, finding mine. The man can kiss. His hand reaches up to my neck, and then his fingers tangle in my hair to guide my head to a position where he can run his tongue along my neck.
“You are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to kiss you all week.”
I bring my hands to the hem of his shirt, already wanting to take his clothes off. He grabs the back of his collar and pulls the shirt over his head. My eyes linger on the firmness of his chest and the definition of his abs, which seem to become more prominent with every turn of his body. He’s so gorgeous. I missed touching him.
He puts his hands under the hem of my shirt. “Take this off.”
I sit up and remove my shirt, and Wyatt looks at my body like he’s obsessed. His are the only eyes that ever made me feel adored. He crawls on top of me, and I open my legs so he can settle between them. His hands brush my hair away from my face and his eyes linger for a moment, as if he’s trying to memorize every eyelash, the curve of my cheeks, and pout of my lips.
He brings his mouth down to my chest, and kisses me over the top of my bra. His hands come up over my breasts, and his thumb teases my nipple. I thrust my hips into him in response. I can feel how hard he is for me already, and it makes me feel powerful that I have that effect on him.
“Be careful, Blair. You keep twisting those hips into me, and I’m going to rip your jeans off and show you how hard you’ve made me.”
I’m greedy, so I push into him again. I want to feel him inside me.
He groans as he slides down and kisses my belly. Then he moves further down my body so his mouth is at the top of my jeans.
“I want to make you feel good. I want to taste you. I want you to come on my tongue, and then I want to fuck you until you come again.”
I’m breathing so hard that all I can do is nod.
“How does that sound?”
“It…it sounds good.”
Wyatt smirks as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off. He traces my panties with his fingers and pushes them to the side. Then he slides his middle finger down my slit and pushes it inside.
“You are soaking wet, Blair. Do you like my hands on you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He grabs my panties and slides them off. Then he kisses the inside of my thighs, once, then twice, and swipes his tongue up the length of my pussy, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
I can feel him smile against me, and he teases me with his tongue and fingers. It doesn’t take long before I’m close. He already owns my body.
“I love how responsive you are. It drives me crazy.”
Wyatt sucks hard on my clit, and I fall over with what has to be one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. He crawls up my body, kissing me along the way.
“You taste delicious.”
I’m overwhelmed with how I’m feeling and instantly want more. He gives me a confidence I haven’t felt with other men, taking his time scanning my body like he’s trying to memorize every curve and valley. He makes me feel beautiful and wanted.
“I want to feel you inside me now, Wyatt.”
I reach for him and realize he’s still wearing his jeans. He leans back on his knees, and I sit up to help him get undressed. The moment his cock springs free, I can’t help but reach for it—I haven’t spent any time with it face to face—but as I lean forward to put it in my mouth, Wyatt tries to stop me.
“You don’t have to.”
I look up at him. “I want to.”
I push him down on the chaise so I can position myself over him and run my tongue along his cock as I wrap my hand around him. Teasing the tip with my tongue, I lick away the precum leaking out and then wrap my lips around and take him inside my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck, Blair. That feels so good.”
He looks down at me and brings his hands to my hair to hold it back so he can see my face.
As I take him as far back as I can, I can tell he wants to guide me but is holding back. I slide back and forth while his hands gently move my head to pace me.
Wyatt pulls me off of him so fast that it takes me a minute to realize what’s happening. “I need to be in you now.”
He reaches for his jeans, pulls out a condom, and slides it on. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back. I want you so much. You tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please don’t hold back. I want all of you, Wyatt.”
He slides in fast with one deep push, and I gasp.
“Ok?”
I nod. “Keep going.”
He pounds into me hard and deliberately, like he’s trying to reach as far inside my soul as he can. I push my hips back into him and feel him hit a place deep inside that begins to unravel me. He lifts my leg, moving my ankle over his shoulder for deeper access, and I can’t help but moan out his name.
“I want you to come again before I do.”
“Wyatt.”
I say his name like a plea. And it is. Underneath is me begging him not to stop. Begging him to never let me go. Begging him to love me. Because, as much as I fight it, I know I love him.
He reaches down to touch me, and I explode again. His pace picks up and then I feel his release as he comes undone. We’re both out of breath as he kisses my neck and then my jaw, eventually ending up at my lips.
“Are you ok? Was it too much?”
“It was perfect.”
He kisses down my neck and over my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipples. My body heats at the same time that a shiver travels up my spine. He licks back up my neck and savors my lips a moment more before lifting his body off mine.
“I’ll be right back.” He gets rid of the condom and returns with a washcloth. After we clean up, he grabs a blanket and covers us as he lays back down, pulling me close to him so that our naked bodies are wrapped together. His arm moves around my shoulders so his fingers can run through my hair.
“I hope your neighbors enjoyed the show,” I say.
“Nah. You can’t see anything from the sides of the house. But if anyone was on the beach and looked up, they may have gotten more than they bargained for.”
I tuck my head against his chest, unable to stop the laughter that escapes. This is about the time I’d normally panic, but right now, all I can think about is how comfortable I feel in his arms.