Chapter 15

Ruby

I lay still for a long moment—my breathing hard and fast, small tremors still racking my body. This is getting ridiculous.

Somehow even getting myself off on the idea of Wyatt is more intense, more powerful than when I imagine anyone else.

I can’t remember the last time I came so hard, if I ever have. It makes me wild at the thought of actually being with him.

Even in the limited scope of my fantasy, he takes my fucking breath away.

Literally.

I laugh in delight, thinking how amazing it will be when it actually is him. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Even the single day he’s been back in my life has been torture.

My need for him is driving me crazy.

I stare unseeing at the ceiling, my mind running back through my fantasy of him. His kiss, his touch. I feel my skin flush from head to toe.

Heat is still radiating through me at the mere thought of him. I’m so caught up in the daydream that it takes a while before I even remember that I have some place to be.

The hike.

With a contented sigh, I roll to the side, forcing myself to finally rise up from the bed. I waver as I stand, feeling shaky on my own feet.

I cross to the vanity and take a seat, thoughtlessly grabbing for my brush. As I pull the occasional tangle free my mind wanders naturally back to Wyatt.

It’s fucking thrilling to know that he was in the house while I came to the thought of him. Somewhere, maybe just on the other side of the wall, he was sitting while I bit my lip to keep from screaming his name. Some part of me only wishes he could know about it.

With a practiced hand, I apply my makeup, not even focusing on the task. My body is running on auto pilot, my mind thoroughly diverted elsewhere.

While my hand grasps for my lipstick, my mind is back in that amazing fantasy. As I brush the light color on my lips, I feel only my tongue sliding against his. When I grasp my powder brush, I’m imagining holding something else entirely.

Before I know it, I’m done getting ready, finished without having paid attention to a single thing I was doing. I look myself over in the mirror, impressed by the results. Not bad for someone who was off in la la land the whole time.

I run my fingers through my hair, arranging it to fall the way I prefer before turning to leave the room.

At this point, I’m not even surprised by who I find standing in the hall.

“Wyatt.”

“Hey, Ruby.”

The moment my eyes land on him, I’m turned on all over again. My pussy is aching at the sight.

He looks me up and down quickly, a small smile tugging on his lips. His dirty blonde hair seems to glow in the dim lighting. His blue eyes lock onto mine with that familiar piercing sensation.

As cheesy as it sounds, I could get lost in those fucking eyes. They seem to pull me in whenever I meet them, drawing me even harder towards him.

I feel myself getting wet from his gaze alone, heat rushing through every inch of my skin.

I don’t even understand how it’s possible. No other man has ever had anywhere near this strong effect on me. Still, I find eyes raking hungrily across him, my hands itching to reach out and touch his hardened body.

“All ready?” he asks, pulling me from my very graphic thoughts.

“I—yeah. All set. How about you?”

He lifts a duffel bag up for my inspection, which I take to mean he is.

“It’s a good day for a hike. Nice and sunny,” he says.

I have to bite my tongue to hold in the laugh that threatens to burst from me. A minute ago, I was coming at the thought of him, fantasizing about the way his massive cock would feel pressing into me. Now, we’re talking about the weather.

“Yeah, beautiful,” I say, noticing the strain in my own voice.

His eyebrows rise in a way that suggests he notices as well but thankfully he doesn’t question me.

“Do you hike often?” he asks, still looking at me oddly.

“Not really. Only on these trips. You?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I’ve pretty much had enough hiking to last me a lifetime.”

“In training, you mean?”

He nods, his eyes taking on an odd, distant gleam.

I think to question it, but decide it’s probably none of my business.

“Oh, I wanted to ask,” he says, “how’s your hand doing?”

It takes me a second to remember. Honestly, it hurts, but I’ve been so busy thinking about him I hardly had time to notice it. I don’t tell him that though. Obviously.

Instead, I hold my bandaged hand up between us, rotating it as if for inspection. He follows my movement, smiling reassuringly.

“Much better, thank you.”

“Oh, it was nothing. No problem at all.”

“Still, I appreciate it.”

He smiles, nodding at me in response.

“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“Positive.”

“Good.”

The word hangs between us for a moment, silence following in its wake. I take the opportunity to just stare at him again, taking in the breathtaking sight.

“Well, I’ll see you downstairs then,” he finally says, looking at me with that questioning glance.

“Perfect, yeah. I’ll see you there.”

He chuckles lightly as he turns away from me. The broad expanse of his back quickly disappears down the stairs.

I stand still for a long moment, staring at the direction he left even after he’s out of my sight.

My skin is practically vibrating, my heart beating hard from my recent proximity to him. Again, I can’t help but fantasize. Again, I imagine his hands roving across the length of me.

I can’t seem to be able to help myself. Not around him.

It takes me a couple more minutes to calm myself, and even then I’m still half thrumming with desire. There’s nothing to be done about that though, I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

I take a deep breath, trying and failing to steady my racing heart before I head down the stairs.