Chapter Twenty-One: Hailey

The last few weeks had been life-changing.

Wyatt and I had settled to co-parenting and managed our scheduled so that Noah had plenty of time with both of us. Wyatt and I had resumed being study partners. Our bio final was coming up soon and we were hitting the books at his place.

For once Noah wasn’t around. He and Wyatt seemed attached at the hip for the most part but he was spending the night with my parents.

I was looking down at the text book but was seeing none of the words printed there. All of my senses were wrapped up around Wyatt and it was killing me to have him so close yet be unable to touch him.

We were sitting out our customary study place at his kitchen table. He was next to me and his cologne created a heavy fog around my brain. I could feel the heat coming off his body

Our relationship now was that of friends. Co parents. Study partners. We hadn’t screwed around at all in the weeks that had gone by. While Wyatt’s flirtatious nature was back in full swing, I didn’t allow myself to place hope in it since I thought that flirting was just part of his personality. It didn’t mean anything. Not to him.

But I meant so much to me.

I was in love with Wyatt.

It had been a long hard road but I was finally able to admit to myself.

It hurt every second of every day to keep the knowledge to myself. Having him close all the time and seeing what a great dad he was to Noah had me tied up in knots.

The silence in the room caught my attention and I looked up from my books to find him watching me.

He had asked me something and I hadn’t heard a word.

I blushed and said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

He put the pen he had been holding down.

“You seem distracted tonight. You all right?” he asked.

“Oh no, everything is fine,” I rushed to reassure him and move the focus off me and my troubling emotional state.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?”

“Wyatt, I’m fine, just nervous about the test I guess.”

He pressed on further, “How are things with Joe?”

“Great,” I said, grateful to have focus off me. “He and Dad are trying to work on their relationship. And he’s with that girl, the one he saved from the abusive guy. I’m pretty proud of him after all that.”

We made some more small talk and I slowly began to relax when the mood suddenly changed with Wyatt’s next words.

“I missed you these last few weeks,” he said.

I frowned and I said, “I’ve been right here.”

“I know but I want more.”

Was this really happening? He stood and pulled me to my feet.

“You do? But I thought for sure…”

“I have missed us. Having you close to me and not really having you is eating me alive, Hailey.”

He pulled me close with his hand behind my head and kissed me.

When he pulled back he said, “I want to be more than just Noah’s dad to you. I want to be your lover, your friend, your everything. Say yes.”

He took the words right out of my mouth and I was the one to kiss him this time.

“Oh yes,” I whispered against him lips, hungry for him.

He groaned and I clenched my fingers in the collar of tee shirt to keep him where I needed him. His hand pushed my shirt up my back before going back down to dip into my pants, cupping my behind through the lace-trimmed cotton underwear. I kissed along his jawline. He groaned when I nipped his chin.

“I need to see you.”

Wyatt ripped my shirt from me. The torn material was thrown carelessly to the side as Wyatt look at what he had uncovered with heated adoration.

He stared for so long that longtime insecurities reared their heads for a tiny second before he demolished them with two words. “Fucking gorgeous.”

His hands kneaded my breasts and he latched onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I tossed my head back and held his head to me. He started off slow, his head moving in time with the stroke of his tongue. I felt each tug low in my core. I was unable to keep my hips still.

He moved to the other peak but pulled the cup down before engulfing as much of me as he could.

Oh yes! Fire rushed from where his mouth suckled and spread quickly. Colors burst behind my eyelids. The ends of my hair touched my back and I shivered, leaning into the warmth of Wyatt’s hands.

My head rolled back to the front. I opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, those long lashes fanned over his eyes. He pulled stronger on my nipple and I moaned. He let it go with a wet, smacking sound only to flick his tongue in a slow circle.

Pulling his face up to mine, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hips jumped beneath mine and he groaned, matching my aggression.

My hands traveled down his chest, still disappointingly shirt-clad. I needed to remedy that situation.

I tore at his clothing and his shirt fell to the floor in no time.

I didn’t get very far in my unclothing venture because he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.

“I need to have you in a bed this time,” he said.

When we got into the room I switched our positions and got on top of him.

I copied his growl when the zipper of his full-length jeans didn’t cooperate. Larger hands joined mine.

I pushed them along with his underwear down his hips when the task was done, nipping at his lower lip before licking it in the process.

I gripped him. His hips arched off the mattress.

“Damn, Hailey, you’re killing me.”

I knew what movements made him tremble, which ones made his breath shudder out on a rough praise and I used every one as I stroked him. His head moved back and forth on the wall yet his eyes were zeroed in on me. His hands on my hips clenched and released.

“Oh shit, baby. I need to touch you, too.”

His move was too fast for me to intercept, not that I wanted to. My back was against the bed and his large body blanketed mine. I didn’t lose my grip on his cock and continued to fondle him. His hips pushed into mine as he leaned down to engulf my bare nipple while his hands work on unfastening my pants.

There was a tearing sound as his fingers entered my undies and slid through my wetness. The tightness of the pants restricted his movements. He knelt and pulled my shorts and panties down.

He didn’t return to his previous position but instead placed his head between my sprawled thighs. He spread me with his fingers and didn’t do anything but look.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deep. I felt my cheeks blush but it wasn’t embarrassment I felt. There was just heat as I tittered on the edge of something elusive.

Wyatt opened his eyes. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

His finger brushed against my clit. It was a light touch but my breath whooshed out in a trembling exhalation. Moisture was coating my inner thighs. “You’re so wet.” He repeated his action before his finger sank deep. “And so fucking tight.”

He stroked my thigh and withdrew. Caressing my slick skin, he gave my clit that same fleeting touch and entered me again. His tongue and mouth were drawing patterns on the insides of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my center as his finger started a slow rhythm.

“I can feel you.” His teeth scraped no more than an inch away from my puffy lips. My thighs quavered. “Every time I touch you, your pussy clenches and you get wetter and wetter.” He twisted his finger and he touched a sweet place no other man had. I was rising to meet his fingers. “Do you like that?”

The words were a hot caress against my skin. I nodded, incapable of speech.

“Then you’re going to love this.”

He laid his mouth on me. His eyes closed slowly, a little moan escaping. His tongue found my bud. My breathing echoed around us when he curled his mouth around it, the sucking motion of his mouth concentrated there. His finger felt fuller and I realized he added a second. Together, mouth and fingers dragged incoherent sounds from my throat and involuntary actions from my body.

“Wyatt, please.” There was need in my voice and I was losing all sense of me, falling down a never ending spiral. My hand on his head, I pulled him closer, trying to capture the feeling.

I exploded with a choked whimper. His hands kept my trembling hips in place as he continued his torture until he rang every bit of the climax from my body.

Any lingering reservations I had about doing this with him melted in the heat of my desire.

“I love you,” I admitted.

“I love you,” he told me right back.