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  “That’s a really shitty way to view relationships,” I whisper.

  I don’t deny that she’s probably right though. Where I’ve shied away from relationships because of my past, Emily has been in too many for her young age.

  “Emily,” Robby’s voice rumbles.

  She releases my hand, taking a step to the side, her eyes still focused on mine. “Leave Gallup, I don’t care where you go, but just get out. As long as our fathers are here, our demons will continue to take over our minds and bodies. MawMaw will understand.”

  Emily doesn’t say anything else, she walks past me, her small suitcase in hand and I watch as she makes her way up to Sheriff Robby. He slips his hand against her lower back and guides her to the front seat of his patrol car.

  I watch my cousin leave me. For the first time in my life, I won’t be able to call her when I need her or vice-versa. I won’t be able to enable her, or her me. I feel something hollow in my chest at the thought of her leaving town, and never coming back.

  I know that I’ll be able to see her soon enough and visit whenever I can, but this is the end of something and that thought makes me sad, it makes me feel grievously alone.

  Chapter Eight

  WYATT

  Married.

  Channing and Rylan are getting married in just a few days. I can’t deny that I felt a bit of relief that their wedding is going to be Friday instead of Saturday. How selfish of me that I didn’t want to cancel my first official date with Exeter for their wedding.

  I’m a fucking dick.

  YOU UP? I text her.

  Fuck, it sounds like a booty call. I laugh at the thought, the absurdity.

  EXETER: JUST WATCHING NETFLIX. I snort to myself.

  Typing out, then erasing. Wanna chill? I’m such a fucking tool.

  YOU EAT DINNER?

  EXETER: DOES A PINT OF BLUE BELL COUNT?

  I chuckle. No, a pint of ice cream does not count as fucking dinner. I should stay my ass at home, but I grab my keys on my way out of the front door.

  TEXT ME YOUR ADDRESS. I demand.

  To my surprise, she does, without hesitation. I frown at the address on my phone. She lives in my town, mine, and I’d never seen her before. I would have remembered her, but the first time I laid eyes on her was the bar. I shake my head completely unbelieving that I had no clue she existed until just a few weeks ago.

  Quickly, I swing through the Dairy Queen, the only fast food place in town. I order us a couple of burgers, fries, and remembering what she said about ice cream, I take a chance and order her a Butterfinger Blizzard.

  It only takes me about five minutes to get to her place. She lives in a small trailer on the edge of town. In fact, it’s a trailer park that I frequented often as a kid, since Rylan’s parents lived in this same park.

  Pulling up her small driveway, I’m not surprised to see that hers is the cleanest in the park. Her yard is tidy, she even has flowers beneath her kitchen window and along the other side that faces the street.

  The blue glow of the television spills from the living room, and my eyes follow it to see her sitting on the sofa. Her legs are crossed, and she’s chewing on her thumbnail, though I doubt she’s focused on the television show itself, she’s probably working her defenses up for me.

  Chuckling, I open the truck door and jump down, the bags of food in my hand, along with the Blizzard. Climbing the steps, I lift my hand to knock on the door, but it flies open. She’s standing there, wearing a pair of short shorts and an oversized hoodie. She’s not wearing makeup and her dark hair is pulled up into a messy bun. I lick my lips at the sight of her. Goddamn, she gets prettier every fucking time I see her.

  “Come on in,” she says with a nod, and steps to the side. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

  “For?” I ask, turning around to face her.

  “The fact that I live in a trailer. Maybe we should just go to your house,” she rambles.

  I stand in front of her, a bit shocked. Then, I turn and place the food down on the side table next to the sofa. Closing the distance between us, I take her cheeks in my hands and lower my face to hers.

  “You shouldn’t ever be sorry about where you live. It’s a nice place,” I murmur. Brushing my lips across hers, need the taste of her before I continue, only then do I whisper. “You should be sorry for not kissing me when I walk through the door though.”

  Her lips twitch in a smile and she lets out a sigh. “I just, I don’t have a nice place to live, I never really have. Not a real house, anyway. You live in a great place, and I’m just embarrassed,” she mutters, shifting her gaze to the side.

  “Look at me, sugar,” I demand.

  Her eyes slide back to me. I lift my head slightly, looking down into her gorgeous blue gaze. “You could live in a cardboard box and it’d be fine with me. That shit doesn’t matter to me, Exeter. Besides, Rylan grew up just a few rows over. I spent some time here as a kid.” I shrug as I release her face. “Now, let’s eat.”

  She blinks, her eyes wide as she watches me sit down on her sofa. “You wanna eat here, or the table?” I ask.

  Exeter shakes her head once, as if to shake herself from standing in the middle of the room and staring at me. “What’s Rylan’s last name? I guess I never asked,” she says as she sits down next to me.

  I hand her a bag of food, then the Blizzard. “Lindsay,” I state as I grab a handful of fries and shove them in my mouth.

  “You bought me a Blizzard after I told you that I ate a whole pint of Blue Bell?” she asks, sounding more in awe, then shock.

  “Yeah,” I say with a mouthful of fries.

  She looks away from me, opening the bag and I watch from the corner of my eye as she pulls out the burger.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask when she just holds it in her hand and doesn’t make a move to eat it.

  “Don’t you think I’ll get fatter? You know, if I eat all this?”

  I turn my head to look directly into her eyes, a slow smile spreading on my lips. “Sugar, I’ll work off most of that in just a few minutes. The rest, you need, because fuck me, I love the way you look and I never want you to lose even a goddamn ounce.”

  She licks her lips, her mouth parted slightly and if I ever wanted to go to bed hungry, it would be this moment right here. “Wyatt,” she breathes.

  “Eat,” I grunt.

  Then she does as I’ve asked. She turns her focus back to her food, and from the corner of my eye, I watch her eat every single fucking bite. Except the ice cream, that she shares with me, and by the time we get to the bottom of the cup, I’m ready to tear her goddamn clothes off.

  EXETER

  My entire body tingles as I stand from the couch. It’s well past ten in the evening and although I took a nap after my nightshift, I’m still exhausted. I’m always extremely tired the first day after I’m finished with my shifts.

  Wyatt looks up to me, and I watch as his eyes darken before my own. With the remote control in my hand, I power down my television and toss the remote back on the sofa.

  Wyatt stands without a word.

  I expect him to tell me goodnight, but he doesn’t. Instead he wraps his hand around mine and begins to tug me to the back of the trailer where the bedrooms are. He opens the first door and then looks back at me with his brow arched in question.

  “Emily’s room,” I whisper.

  He nods once, closing the door, then makes his way over to the only other door aside from a bathroom. My bedroom. His hand reaches out, twisting the knob and pushes the door open. I follow him inside, not that I have much of a choice since his warm hand is wrapped around mine, though I’m not sure I want a choice. He is… everything I’ve ever wanted, and nothing I thought I would have—ever.

  “Sugar,” he rasps, turning around to face me.

  The room is dark, the light from the hallway the only glow around us. Just that one word sending a shiver throughout my entire body. I didn’t think one word could have so many different possibilities,
but this one does. Holy hell does it ever.

  I don’t say anything. Instead, I slowly strip out of my clothes, then tug the band out of my hair. I watch in awe as Wyatt’s nostrils flare and his eyes widen when I’m completely naked in front of him. I should be embarrassed, I should be hiding my bumps and rolls, my imperfect body from him. I don’t, because the way he looks at me, he makes me feel beautiful.

  “Fuck,” he hisses.

  I watch as he reaches behind him, tugging his shirt off to expose his chest. My own nostrils flare, and I lick my lips when I see his bare torso. He has a smattering of brown hair that covers his chest and abs, dips and lines, muscles that I want nothing more than to lick.

  My eyes travel from his chest to his trim waist and then to the waist of his jeans. The hair on his stomach disappears down his jeans and I wonder how I didn’t notice every little detail about him the first time we were together. I’m committing it to memory now.

  “Come here, Exeter,” he murmurs.

  His back is to my bed, and I take a step forward just as he takes one back. Once the backs of his knees hit the side of my bed, I watch as he sinks down. He spreads his thighs and reaches out for me when I’m close enough for him to touch. His hands wrap around my hips, his fingers grasp firm and wide as they’re splayed on my body.

  “Tonight changes things,” he announces.

  My body jerks, but his hands hold me steady, refusing to let me move even an inch away from him. “It does?” I ask with a gulp.

  His light brown eyes lift to mine and I’m frozen in my spot at their intensity. “Yeah, tonight you’re mine, and you’ll stay that way. No more running from me, no more hiding. You helped my family, you are fucking special, and I’m not letting you go.”

  “Wyatt,” I protest.

  He gives me a small jerk, then shakes his head, his eyes never leaving my own. “Don’t fucking argue with me on this. I mean what I say. You’re fuckin’ special, sugar,” he murmurs. “Now, get on that bed and spread those legs, been dreaming of this pussy for goddamn days.”

  I’m unable to stop my nipples from tightening and my pussy from aching at his words. A slow smile spreads across his face as his eyes flick down to my breasts. He doesn’t release me right away to let me move, though.

  Instead, he leans forward, and his mouth closes around one of my nipples. I feel his tongue swirl as his eyes lift to mine. He moans, his fingers tightening against my hips and my hands fly to his soft hair, holding him to me.

  “Wyatt,” I moan, letting my head fall back as I arch my back closer to him.

  I want more, so much more, and I want his mouth everywhere. He growls, his teeth gently tugging on my nipple, the sensation shooting straight to my core, and causing me to gasp. He releases my breast, much to my dismay.

  “On the bed,” he orders, his tone gentle but unyielding at the same time.

  Right now, I would do just about anything to relieve the ache between my thighs. His hands fall from my hips and I take a step back from between his legs to climb onto the bed. I lay down, but don’t spread my thighs, it seems like too much, too soon, too exposed and vulnerable.

  I hear rustling at the side of the bed, and I turn my head to see Wyatt dropping his jeans to the floor. I lick my lips, unable to help myself when my eyes land on his hard length. He wraps his hand around his thick cock, and I watch as he strokes himself a couple of times. I press my thighs together even harder, wishing he would put me out of my aching misery, but he seems intent on torturing me.

  “Spread your legs, sugar,” he instructs, again.

  “Wyatt,” I rasp, saying his name almost like a curse.

  He arches a brow, his hand still wrapped around his dick, his eyes focused on my face and nowhere else. “You’re gorgeous, Exeter, let me see all of you,” he smoothly murmurs.

  I smile, shaking my head, not believing a word he says, but somehow my legs fall apart as if he’s just willed them to do so and I have zero control over my own body. Wyatt releases his hold on his dick and climbs onto the bed, his large body between my knees.

  His eyes shift from my face to my center and I attempt to close my legs, but his hands immediately press against the inside of my knees. I freeze, watching and waiting for what he’ll do next. My mouth is dry and I’m unable to speak to ask him. I want his touch, I want his mouth, but my face heats with embarrassment at being so open to him.

  Wyatt’s hands wrap around the backs of my knees and he tugs me closer to him as he lowers his face to my pussy. I feel his warm breath against my wetness, and then his tongue gently slides through my folds. His tongue swirls my clit and my eyelids flutter closed with a sigh.

  He grunts, his hands finding the inside of my thighs and guides my legs open farther, pinning them down as he nuzzles even closer.

  “Fuck,” he hisses as he lifts his face. I open my eyes to look down at him, unsure if that’s a good fuck, or a bad one. “Delicious,” he grunts. “Best I ever had.”

  He doesn’t say anything else, his mouth returns to my pussy with a vengeance. My back arches and I push myself closer toward him. The way he feels, it’s hard to have even an ounce of shame. My embarrassment from earlier disappears as soon as he groans and focuses every ounce of his attention on my pussy.

  I’ve never had a man eat me the way he does, like he can’t get enough, like he truly enjoys it. To Wyatt Johnson, this is no chore, this is his pleasure—and mine. It doesn’t take long for my hips to shift against his mouth, my orgasm on the crest, so damn close that I can feel it climbing closer and closer. I’m on the edge.

  One of my hands flies to Wyatt’s hair, I grip him tightly, pulling him unabashedly against my pussy for more—more of everything. He groans, then focuses on my clit, his tongue flicking it over and over, my hips meeting his tongue’s movements.

  My entire body locks up and my pussy clenches as I come. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow, and when my muscles finally relax, only then does he shift from my clit to my center, his tongue slides inside of me, his eyes focused on my face and he gives me one long lick.

  “Fucking delicious,” he grins, his beard covered in my wetness.

  My face feels hot, just looking at him grinning down at me. He climbs between my legs, and I whimper when I feel his cock slide through my wetness. He doesn’t penetrate me, his hips roll and he glides through my folds hitting my clit with each stroke.

  His hands are on either side of my head, his arms straight, his muscles flexed, and his head is tipped while he watches himself move against me. I let out a sigh, wondering how long I’m going to have this beautiful man. Wishing that I could keep him forever.

  Chapter Nine

  WYATT

  I want nothing more than to slip inside of her, to feel her body take me bare, wrapped around me. I curse to myself, sliding my cock through her wetness, imagining how fucking warm she would be if I could sheath myself inside of her. Fuck, I need to talk to her about birth control, about tests and all that fucking shit, because I won’t wrap myself up again after tonight.

  She’s mine.

  Reluctantly, I shift away from her and reach for my jeans on the floor. She doesn’t speak, she just watches me. I can feel her eyes on me, those blue orbs watching as I reach into my jean’s pocket. I find the condom that I’d shoved in my wallet, just in case, a few days back. I don’t know why I even keep one in here, but two times it’s come in handy with Exeter.

  Tearing the foil off with my teeth, I quickly roll it down my dick, then make my way back to the bed. Exeter’s cheeks are flaming bright assed red by the time I reach her.

  “What?” I ask, looking down at her.

  She’s absolutely breathtaking. Her legs are spread, her pussy glistening with wetness. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had, all soft and round in the right places, tits and ass for days, everything I could ever dream of in a woman.

  Exeter shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything, her cheeks still pink with what I assume is embarrassment. Re
aching between her legs, I use my finger and slide it through her slick folds before swirling her clit. I watch her eyelids become hooded and her mouth parts slightly from the touch.

  “Beautiful,” I whisper.

  Lowering my head, I open my lips and wrap them around her nipple. Keeping my eyes focused on hers, I lick, suck and nibble her, while my other hand reaches for her other breast. Pinching her nipple on one breast, I tug with my teeth on the other.

  My eyes never leave hers, watching as she slowly relaxes and the redness leaves her cheeks, replaced with a gorgeous needy flush. Her hips lift, searching for more, for my cock. I don’t give her what she wants, not yet at least. She’ll have to wait for it, until she’s close to exploding.

  I switch my attention, my hand moving to her now wet nipple, and my mouth kissing over to the one that I’ve been toying with. She moans, lifting her hips, rolling them and letting out a sigh of frustration when I don’t give her what she wants.

  Exeter spreads her legs a little farther, instinctually bracing her feet on her mattress as she continues to move her hips, taunting me with each shift. Releasing her tits, I slowly kiss up her chest, my lips finding her neck and sucking on the delicate skin there.

  “Wyatt,” she groans as she lifts one hand to my hair.

  Her fingers tangle in the strands and tug, causing my own moan to escape. My mouth finds its way to just below her ear and my cock to her wetness. I curse the condom when I shift my hips and glide through her folds.

  “Yes,” she hisses on a sigh.