Chapter 12
Wyatt
When Everleigh’s lips meet mine, time stops.
I don’t give a fuck that heavy raindrops pelt me in the face or that Coach Porter is yelling at everyone to take all their shit and not leave anything behind in the dugout.
Thunderstorm? What thunderstorm? The only storm that matters is the one the two of us are creating right now as our lips repeatedly crash together.
My arms wind tight around the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, shocked and yet not surprised at all that she kissed me out in the open for everyone to see. Now that’s she realized what I’ve known for months, I’m never letting her go.
A crack of thunder seems to shake the ground beneath our feet, and our lips finally break apart. If there weren’t so obviously a storm overhead, I’d give that earth shattering kiss the credit. We share a look that seems to agree, and we laugh together.
I cup both her cheeks, locking my gaze with hers. Mascara runs from her eyelashes, the hair loose from her ponytail is wet and plastered to her skin. She’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. In those blue eyes, I finally see what I’ve been waiting months to see—our future.
At long last, the walls have finally crumbled.
“My house is closer,” I say.
“What about Flynn?”
“Left last night.”
“Of course he did.”
We quickly gather our things—Kurt refuses to leave until the dugout is empty—and, hand in hand, race up the grass-covered hill behind the ballfield to my house as the downpour rages on. Lightning flashes in the distance, urging us to get inside.
Thor peaks around a corner at us as we enter the kitchen, but another boom of thunder sends him cowering into my office.
The threat of a possible thunderstorm tonight was the reason I left him at the house.
He’ll burrow under the desk in what I’ve dubbed his safety bunker until the storm’s over.
I reassure Everleigh as much as I push her up against the kitchen wall and start peeling away her wet layers.
Her hands scramble up my shoulders and grip my neck, dragging my mouth back to hers. Our lips move in a hungry rhythm that feels familiar, as though we’ve spent centuries making out. In every one of those lifetimes, I know in my soul we end up together every time.
And this forever starts now.
Last night, I hated that I had to leave before we could talk.
Had I known I’d get called out to an accident scene minutes after coming all over the back of her shorts, I might’ve navigated the bedroom situation a little differently.
Hell, I at least would’ve kissed her to make sure she knew that what happened wasn’t meaningless.
I know it’s all too easy for Everleigh to dismiss it as some spontaneous, lust-induced encounter.
Or at least it was all too easy.
But now?
“You know you kissed me in front of half the town,” I say as I tug her off her soaking wet sports bra and toss it aside.
“I know what I did,” she says, pulling my shirt over my head and dragging me back to her.
I dip my head, taking a nipple into my mouth as she struggles to tug down my pants.
Funny how after I waited months for us to get here, she seems to be the impatient one.
Me? I’m taking my time. We have all night, and I’m going to use every last minute of it to memorize every inch of her body with my tongue.
I strip her down until all that’s left is lacy red thong. Fuck me.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t know you were wearing this until now.” I stand back to admire the way she looks in that tiny strip of lace and nothing else. My cock hardens the rest of the way. The greedy bastard wants inside her now.
“Why’s that?” she asks, eyelashes fluttering. She’s doing it on purpose to mess with me, and it works.
“I’d have struck out the whole game. We would’ve lost to Springdale, even with your homerun. That was so fucking hot, by the way. I knew you were a badass, but I didn’t know you had homeruns in you.”
Everleigh gives a playful shrug, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Anything’s possible with the right motivation.”
“Oh? And what motivated that surge of power?”
She licks her lips, her gaze dropping to the pitched tent beneath my pants. “Tomorrow morning, you can ask me all the questions you want. But right now? Just focus on fucking me senseless.”
I hurriedly shrug out of the last of my clothes, my gaze locked with Everleigh’s as I strip naked.
If that wicked expression of hers is any indication, she enjoys watching me undress.
My cock throbs harder at that gleam in her eyes, but the fucker will just have to wait to sink into her tight pussy a little while longer.
I only let it out this early to torment Everleigh.
That, and my briefs are fucking soaked through.
I didn’t spend months fantasizing about my first night with Everleigh to rush things.
“Definitely not a gun,” she murmurs in approval, hooking her thumbs into the side of her thong.
“Leave it on,” I insist before she can pull it off.
“But it’s wet,” she protests.
“Not half as wet as it’s going to be, babe.
” I dive at her, scooping her into my arms without warming.
She squeals in delight as one arm sweeps beneath her knees.
The other steadies her behind her back. I only make it halfway down the hall when her hands grip my neck and she fuses her mouth to mine once again.
For a deliciously dizzying moment, I forget what I was doing.
“Wyatt?” she asks, threading her fingers up the back of my neck into my hair.
“Hmm?”
“I’d like you to fuck me now.” She practically purrs the words.
I let out a deep, low chuckle as I carry her the rest of the way down the hall to my bedroom.
“What’s so funny?” she demands.
“You.”
“Me?”
“If you want me inside you, you’re going to have to beg harder than that, Ev.”
“You’re not really going to make me beg,” she says. “Are you?”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“Fuck, you’re right.”
I push the door open with my foot, then kick it closed behind me. With one more sinfully good kiss that nearly makes me forego my plan to take my time, I toss her onto the bed. She shimmies herself until she finds a pillow to rest her head against.
“Are you going to join me or just stare at me all night?” she teases.
“I’m admiring the view.” I fist my cock, pumping it slowly as I greedily rake my gaze over her mostly naked body, eager to take that thong off with my teeth. Soon.
“Am I just supposed to enjoy the show or do I participate?” she asks, sliding a hand seductively over her tit, down her stomach, and between her legs. Her hips arch into her touch, and I nearly pounce on her.
It takes an incredible amount of restraint to stick to the plan.
“Hands off, Ev. That’s my job now.”
She holds her hands up in mock surrender, and I slowly crawl onto the bed.
Thunder rumbles, and a strike of lightning causes the room to glow.
As I settle in beside her, I vaguely wonder if she’ll want to go back to her old life now that she’s faced what haunted her this past year.
Does she miss it? Would she leave? I shove the questions aside.
That’s a discussion we can have over pancakes in the morning.
I lie on my side, facing her, and prop my head up with an elbow.
“What are you doing?” she asks, eyebrows drawn in confusion.
With a feather-light touch, I drag my fingertips down the valley of her breasts. “Enjoying you.” I press a kiss to her forehead, allowing my lips to linger. “Now, be a good girl and let me.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers, as though surprised at my words.
“Something you want to share?” I continue moving my fingertips along her skin, grazing her collarbone, her shoulders, her neck, her tits.
“Nope.”
My touch trails south, and my fingertips tease the top edge of her lace thong. “I thought we were done keeping secrets.”
“Said who?”
“Me. Just now.”
She lets out a laugh that turns into a gasp when I run my fingers down over the lace between her legs and back up. I leisurely graze her inner thighs, her stomach, and all edges of that tiny red triangle.
“Well, I’m keeping this one.”
I lift up, moving between her legs. I hover over her, my lips join my fingertips in their lazy exploration of her body. “What would it take?” I ask, pressing a kiss to one nipple, then the other as my fingertips tease her inner thighs.
“For what?”
“For you to share your secret with me, Ev.” I drag my tongue between the valley of her breasts, slowly moving down her body. I stop when I reach the top of the red fabric. I hover my mouth above her mound, not touching, but teasing it with my hot breath.
She rocks her hips up, bumping my face. “You know what.”
“Tell me.”
“You just want to hear me say pussy, don’t you?”
I press a kiss to her panties. “Maybe.”
“I want you to lick my pussy,” Everleigh says. “There? Happy?”
“Very.” I hook a finger in the side of the red fabric and drag it to the side. Her sweet scent invades my senses, making my cock throb. How long have I dreamt of tasting her sweet nectar? I press a kiss to her pussy lips, holding them there as I use the tip of my tongue to part them.
“Fuck,” she gasps as my tongue flicks against her clit.
“Tell me, Ev,” I say, yanking the thong all the way over to give me better access. “Tell me your secret.” I gently waggle the tip of my tongue over her button. “I bet it’s a naughty secret, isn’t it?”
“Fine,” she relents. “But you better put me out of my misery once I do.”
I drag my tongue through her slick heat once. “Deal.”
“When you called me a good girl just now, that wasn’t the first time.”
I tense as a surge of jealousy courses through my veins like hot lava. “I don’t want to hear about some other undeserving asshole calling you a good girl, Ev.”
“Fuck, you’re sexy when you’re all territorial.” She flashes me a wicked smile. “Relax, caveman. You called me a good girl.”
“When?”
She lets out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. Her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this.”
I circle my tongue slowly around her clit, encouraging her to continue.
“Yesterday, when you found me in your shirt…”
“You mean in nothing but my shirt.”
“I didn’t have anything on underneath it because I was playing with myself. Before I went to get the camera out of the closet. I thought I’d handle the whole camera trauma better on orgasm brain.”
Tired of navigating the lace and afraid I might rip it if I don’t take the time to remove it now, I hook my fingers in the sides of her thong and drag it down her legs. “And?”
“And I was pretending you were sitting on a chair at the edge of the bed, watching me.”
“Just watching you?”
“You were holding your cock.”
“Was I stroking it as I watched you play with yourself?” I slip a finger inside her and curl it.
“Yes!”
“Why did I call you a good girl?”
Everleigh moans as my tongue drags through her folds. I add a second finger inside her channel, thrusting them slowly.
“Because you wanted me to put my toy inside me while you watched.”
“Fuck, I’d love to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“You would?”
“Yes,” I answer instantly, firmly. “But that’ll have to wait for another time. Because tonight, I want to be the one who pleasures you. Over,” I pump my fingers quicker, “and over,” I rapidly flick my tongue against her button, “and over.”
“Fuck me. Wyatt!”
Everleigh’s hips lift off the bed, pressing against my face as she discovers a new octave. I pump my fingers vigorously as she comes apart. My face remains buried in her pussy, but I make sure I’m able to watch her ride her wave of pleasure. One thought plays on repeat as I do: Mine. All mine.