Chapter 10

Ruby

“You’re such a good boy. Yes, you are!” I croon to Rowdy in my most ridiculous baby voice.

At this point, Jake is probably about to puke. But I don’t care. I’m milking this; we never had a dog when we were growing up, and Rowdy really is cute as hell.

I hear my parents step in with Wyatt, but I haven’t yet figured out how to be around them without flirting with him. I don’t want shit to get awkward, so I’ve been pretending it’s just been Jake, Rowdy, and me here.

That’s safe enough for now.

Rowdy seems to have lost interest in playing with Jake and me. He’s stopped trying to take his ball from us.

“See, he’s sick of your stupid baby voices, too,” Jake remarks.

“Fuck off, dickface,” I snap back. My brother and I are notorious for our loving attitude towards one another.

Living up to his name, or maybe just not wanting to stick around for another sibling dispute, Rowdy takes off running into the opposite side of the room, where Wyatt is sitting with Mom and Dad.

Oddly enough, Wyatt doesn’t seem to notice his dog is trying get his attention. He’s staring—ugh, Jake better not be doing anything embarrassing behind my back.

I turn, ready to accuse him, but he’s on his phone, scrolling through Instagram. Still assuming I can’t be the one this big, gorgeous man can’t take his eyes off from, I look around the room. But no, there’s nothing nearby that would snatch his attention.

Heat rushes through my body at the thought that I’m the reason Wyatt is behaving this way. I feel my face turn red as his lips form a smile. I can’t help but smile back.

I wonder if he’s thinking what I’m thinking?

I’ve never been so horny. I just might implode. I need to feel his hands on me, caressing my body, kissing me all over.

I’d do my best to please him, make him come deep inside my pussy. I want to be his everything.

His lover. His wife. The mother of his baby…

Dammit.

I need to figure out how to get this man alone. Neither one of us can make a move with my damn family sniffing around.

Jake takes a call and leaves the room. Now, I’m alone on the floor with my own dirty thoughts.

I’ve got an idea!

“Guys, we should build a fire outside and listen to music and watch the stars!” I suggest, directing the idea to my parents, who are visibly tired.

My father replies just as I had hoped. “Honey, I think we’re going up and having showers soon.” He yawns. “And then we’re going to bed. It’s been a long day for your mother and me.”

“Okay, Dad,” I let out, faking a frown.

“Oh, Ruby, don’t do your pretty little face like that. We’ll have a fire tomorrow night,” my mother promises, kissing my forehead.

I watch my father follow my mother upstairs. I don’t turn to Wyatt until they’ve disappeared from my sight.

Wyatt and I are finally left alone in the living room.

I just love when a plan works out.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m pretty good at starting fires,” Wyatt teases.

I know you are. You’re the one responsible for the one that’s been burning my loins the last seven years.

“Are you really?” I prod. I add drama to my fake shock by opening my eyes and mouth wide, simultaneously covering my cheeks with the palms of my hands.

Wyatt walks slowly into my direction, and I take the opportunity to find his cock through his shorts.

As if he knew what I’d been thinking, he stops walking when his cock is just a couple of inches from my face. This sends my fantasies into overdrive.

I’ve got to find out how he tastes.

He reaches his hand out to me. I grab it, and he pulls me to my feet with no effort at all.

Our bodies press against each other for a quick second. It’s just long enough to convince me to find a way to make a move tonight.

This could be the first night of forever.

Once we’re outside, we gather branches for our fire. Wyatt is so strong, he doesn’t struggle with a single one.

I’m trying not to drool, but I love watching the muscles flex throughout his body while he works. His thin t-shirt helps me see everything I need.

I can’t stand to be around Wyatt for another minute without telling him how I feel.

I put all my effort into walking as sexily as possible, like a Victoria’s Secret angel on the runway. Locking eyes with Wyatt and carelessly holding a branch to toss into the fire.

I’m trying a sexy, outdoorsy thing.

“Wyatt, I’m really glad you came on our vacation this year,” I start in a sultry tone.

“Oh, really?” His deep blue eyes travel up and down my body. Confirmation he wants me as badly as I want him.

“Yeah. I was thinking maybe we ca—”

I don’t know if my shriek was more from surprise, pain, or embarrassment. My life is over, regardless.

I fell in the middle of my sexy walk, landing on the branch I was carrying. Now I’m on my knees, staring at a big ass gash in my palm.

“Dammit!”

I run to my room for some bandages before I start to cry. Wyatt follows behind me. It doesn’t take long for him to catch up.

My hand and knees hurt like hell. I’m embarrassed as fuck…I just can’t believe this.

I pull out some bandages with my good hand and starting to wrap them around the one I cut open.

“Ruby, you can’t just cover it up right away. Here, let me help you.”

Wyatt leads to me to the powder room to properly clean my hand. First with soap and water, then with alcohol.

I wince at the burning and bite hard onto my lip.

“It’s a bitch, I know. I’m sorry,” he says gently.

My mortification won’t allow me to speak or look him in the eye. I just stare at my hand while Wyatt fixes it up. A skill I’m sure he learned in SEAL training.

How am I still so turned on? Through the pain and embarrassment, I still want to get him naked.

Wyatt truly impresses me every time we interact. Especially now, when he knows exactly what to do. I’m hypnotize by him flawlessly stopping the bleeding and bandaging my hand up.

“I’m so fucking clumsy,” I admit, embarrassed. “Thanks.” I look up into his eyes with a new sense of love for him.

“No problem. Now, let me finish getting the fire together, and we can just hang out.” There’s no negotiation in his tone, and I’m fine with it.

I’m pretty sure the rest of the house is asleep while Wyatt and I sit closely together, watching the flames dance in front of us. Neither one of us says much, but this is one of those comfortable silences. Like we’d been dating for years.

We fill the silences with stories about our dates that never worked out, memories from old vacations, gossip and random facts about ourselves. I’ve come to realize that, although Wyatt and I had spent tons of time together, this was our first time really talking.

And we continue doing just that until we’re ready for bed. God, it seems like we have just so much natural attraction to one another.

Everything he talks about is interesting, from his continued interest in hot rods to his gym routine. It all just keeps getting me hotter and hotter for him.

I notice he’s rubbing his eyes and petting Rowdy very softly. It’s bed time.

“Well, don’t let me keep you up,” I say. “We have a long hike tomorrow.”

“No, I’m fine,” he lies, trying to cover up a yawn. What a man thing to do.

“Oh, come on,” I start. “Well, if you’re not tired, I’m unfortunately going to have to leave you awake by yourself. I’m exhausted.”

“Alright, you caught me,” he finally admits. He grabs a bucket and puts the fire out, and we walk inside together. As we step through the door, his fingers graze my back, and I squeal on the inside.

He walks me upstairs, and we part ways to our rooms.

“Good night,” we each say practically at the same time, our tones even matching one another.

After exchanging our pleasantries, I go into my room and lock the door behind me. I dive into my fluffy queen-size bed and scream into a pillow, giddy like a schoolgirl.

I can’t believe the night Wyatt and I just had. It felt like a dream come true.

I curl up with my favorite book of the moment, my old weathered journal. I read stories about Wyatt and me with a huge, cheesy smile on my face.

With every page I turn, I know I’m closer to having him for myself.

I picture how intense it would be if Wyatt was in my room right now. If he knew what I had been reading and feeling.

I visualize his warm, wet tongue circling my nipples, slowly working his way down my body. He takes his time reaching my pussy. And when he gets there, he stays.

As I think hard about what his hair looks like from the top of his head, my eyelids flutter, and I blissfully fall asleep.