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Authors: Kaylee Song,Laura Belle Peters

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Chapter Eleven

H
ooky
. I hadn’t done anything like that even in high school, and now I was going to skip out on the rest of work?

I shook my head and looked at the clock. Bill probably wouldn’t care anyways. I’d been stretching the truth just a little when I told Wyatt that we were packed. We hadn’t seen more than two people the entire day. But that was busy for Laurel.

I stood up and walked over to the office where I found Bill playing solitaire at his computer.

“Busy day, huh?” he joked as he looked at me.

“About that, I was wondering if I could go ahead and leave? It looks like we aren’t going to get much business in, and I’m still feeling a little queasy.” I wasn’t lying when I told him that, but it wasn’t for the reason he thought. The tiniest of white lies that I doubt he would mind.

“I don’t see why not. It doesn’t look like we are going to see much action today,” he said as he looked towards the door of the building.

“Thank you,” I smiled and walked to my desk right as Wyatt was coming in the door. He must’ve been on his way when he called.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked as he reached for me and pulled me into him.

Excitement and guilt washed over me at the same time as he touched me. I was pregnant with his child and I hadn’t told him yet. I would. I needed to, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I was sure that it was something that was real.

The doctor said it was real, but I needed to see that baby first. I needed to know that it was real and that it was going to be okay. I didn’t want to find out I was pregnant, tell him, and then lose it.

I didn’t want to tell him. I was too afraid.

But the way he touched me, pulled me into him and walked me out the door made me forget all of that. It made me forget the anxiety building in my brain, about thoughts of the baby. About everyone that ever came before him.

When he put his hands on me it was me and him and that was all. That was our entire world. It was this little bubble that I didn’t want to burst with news that might just send him running.

No, I could keep this to myself for a little while longer. Just a little while.

“Where are we going?” I asked, curious as he opened the door of his truck for me.

“I’ll show you when we get there,” he said. His voice was thick and sweet like honey to my ears. Where was he taking me?

It didn’t matter. I was along for the ride.


T
his is it
,” he said as he parked the car. It was… nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just an empty field out in the middle of nowhere Montana. Just like anywhere else outside of time.

“Where are we?” I asked as I stared out over the landscape. The mountains rose up, along the horizon, the field already filled with early grains blowing against the wind.

It was everything I ever missed about this place. It was the epitome of Montana. Wild and wonderful. Just like him.

It sent chills down my spine.

I was falling for him, even when I shouldn’t have. Even when I swore I wouldn’t. I’d been hurt before. I’d already gone down this road. It never ended well.

Give him another chance,
the voice inside of my head wasn’t my own, it was the echo of Jess’ words. Another chance.

“It’s the start of something new. Of something different. It’s mine.”

“You own it?”

“I do. Free and clear of my father. He doesn’t have anything to do with it. I want to build on it.”

“No little house in town? Your storybook place?” I asked.

“It’s great for one or two people, but not for a family.”

I swallowed hard, the anxiety that he’d banished earlier returning. “Kids?” I asked.

“I mean, someday, with the right person. Sure. I’d love three or four, playing in the yard, helping in the garden,” he said. He was picturing it, hell I was too.

My hand flew to my stomach, to the little secret that was flourishing there, growing with each passing day. I was self-conscious.

“I never imagined you with children.”

“Me ten years ago? No. I didn’t want anything to do with that life. Didn’t even think about it. Except with one person,” he cleared his throat than continued. “I’m not my father. I don’t want to be like him. He didn’t raise me. He was never there. It was me and my mom, then it was me and whoever he hired to look after me.”

I nodded. His mom died when he was in middle school and from that point on he’d been raised by a series of nannies. Lifestyles of the rich, I guess.

“What about the business?” I asked.

“I like what I do now. I like what I manage now. I don’t need more than that. I don’t need to take over his entire system of operations. A conglomeration of corporations all under one roof. I just want this business. He can groom anyone else to take his place. Not me.” His eyes were so angry that I knew he meant it. He meant every word of it.

It was the fear that passed through them that woke me up to the reality of him. He was still very much the man I’d walked away from. He was still so very raw under the surface. Still so very angry and inflamed. It was the kind of thing I couldn’t fix. The kind of darkness that loomed ever present over him.

Would he make a good father?

I wasn’t sure, but he would make a good right now.

S
he was holding back
, I could see it in her eyes. But what, I wasn’t sure, so I just sat there and looked over that empty lot with her. I wanted to ask her what kept her quiet. What kept her from sharing all her hopes and dreams with me, but I knew what it was.

I knew what was holding her back. Me. My past. All the things I did and said and promised to her and a million other women. I was that man. Was.

I wasn’t him anymore. I didn’t want that anymore. One night stands, so many nights too drunk to remember. When she was in the picture everything else faded away.

“You ready to get going?” I asked as I turned to her. I wanted to take her to the club, get lunch and soak up each and every second I got with her. I didn’t care about the money. I didn’t care about anything else. Not when she was with me.

“Sure,” she said as she shifted away from me. I wasn’t having it. Not now. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, her body soft and pliable against my rock solid frame. I loved the way she felt when she touched me. I lived for it.

“Not so far away, darlin’.” I barely whispered the words but they lit a fire in both of us. One that I could see in her eyes. We were already fighting so much sexual tension that it was hard to breathe in the cab of my truck, let alone touch.

She cleared her throat. “Maybe I should just sit on the other side of the cab,” she said.

What was she thinking? I could see her drifting away from me and I wasn’t going to have it. Not now. Not when I’d bared my soul to her.

“I don’t think so,” I said as I held her close. I’d just turned down one long and winding road to another. We had a bit of a ride back and I wanted to enjoy every single second of it with her.

Even the one where my tire blew and I had to grab both hands with the wheel and hope we didn’t fly into a ditch.

I gained control of the truck easily enough, the bouncing and rumbling of it on the backcountry road forcing me to break hard. We ended up at a complete and total stop, both of us breathing hard.

“Dammit,” I said. I didn’t need a flat tire. Not now. I was pissed. I threw the truck into the park and slammed the door open. “Damn tire. Damn thing.”

I threw out of the truck and looked at the damage. It wasn’t anything important. Nothing wrong with the rim, just with tire itself. I had a spare up under the truck, it would be an easy change, but by the time I was done I was going to be muddy as hell.

The roads were wet and muddy and I’d be laying on it. I had to in order to get the spare. So I sighed and I kicked the damn tire and I grabbed the toolkit out of the back of my truck. I was cursing under my breath the entire time as I slid under the truck and started unscrewing each of the lug nuts. I was swearing the whole time under my breath too, not paying attention like I should’ve and the socket wrench slipped slamming my damn hand right into the metal.

I yelped with the sting of it then pushed it away from me.
Fucking thing.

I rolled the tire with one hand and carted the jack with the other. I wasn’t about to ask Rose for help, she was still wearing her work clothing. No, this was going to be messy as hell, but fuck it.

I was already covered in mud. It was simple enough, changing a tire, so I got down and put the jack under the frame. The passenger side door opened and she stepped out.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.

I could see her ankles from my view, those long supple legs making thoughts of her run through my mind.

I completely forgot what I was doing.

“What?” I asked as I looked up. Damn, she was even prettier from this angle, the light framing her curves in all the right ways.

“I asked if you need some help?” she asked again.

I was distracted enough to let go of he tire and watch it roll down the little hill into a field.

“Dammit,” I said as I stood up.

“Ew, you are covered in mud!” She exclaimed as she jumped back. I grinned at her.

“Oh, afraid of a little mud, are you?” I wiped from some from the shirt on my back and lunged at her in a quick second dabbing it right on her nose.

She laughed and dodged me but I saw too fast. Too strong. I had her in my arms in an instant. We were both hot, tense.

“Wyatt,” she said, her breath hitched as she looked into my eyes. “Don’t you have a tire to change?”

I didn’t care about that. About any of it. Not right now. So I scooped her up and walked her towards the back of the truck, putting my tailgate down. None of that mattered.

“I’ll deal with it later,” I said as I shucked off my muddy shirt. The ground may have been wet, but my truck bed was nice and dry.

I kissed her and grabbed a blanket out of a box I kept in the bed. I’d spent more than one night in it. Camping, on fishing trips. With women.

But Rose was special.

She always was.

H
e reached
up with a clean piece of his shirt and wiped that little smudge of dirt off my nose.

“Can’t have you dirty, now can we?” he asked. He was right. I didn’t want to be covered in mud.

But I wanted to be dirty with him.

“Wyatt,” I said softly, but he hushed me, grabbing my blouse and pulling it up over my head.

“I don’t want to talk about right and wrong. I don’t want to debate about what we should or shouldn’t do, Rose. I want you. I want you here and now.” I could see that he meant the words and I was tempted to be quiet, but we were out in the open.

“What if someone sees?” I asked. We were so exposed here. Anyone could come up on the two of us. Anyone could witness what was about to happen.

“I haven’t seen another damn car on this road the entire day.” His kisses on my neck made me forget all reason. I was caught up in the feel of his body, the hot flesh against my own. The warmth of his sweet breath on my skin.

He wasn’t giving me much of a platform to argue from, and my brain was going fuzzy.

I needed to come up for air but when I did all I could smell was him. The scent of his skin, the musky smell of his want. It was all filling my nostrils and taking me for a ride.

One that I couldn’t say no to.

“Let me have you, Rose. Let me have you right here in the middle of nowhere.” He was already tugging at my skirt but I helped him. I hiked it up over my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He was impossible to say no to.

His pants were undone in an instant and he sprung out, hard and ready and waiting for me. Damn.

I bit my lip as he grabbed my panties and slid them off me. Neither of us were thinking logically, all sense of reason gone from our minds.

All I wanted was his touch.

I just nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was about to let me him take me in the middle of a road. But I didn’t care. I needed him.

“Yes, Wyatt. Here. Now.” I threw caution away as slid into me, my body on top of his as we sat in the bed of his truck. Fuck. I moved up and down him, slowly at first, getting used to that big cock, then I quickened the pace. He felt so damn good up against me.

I wanted him more than anything else in the entire world. It didn’t matter how many times I swore that I would never do this again, I was there, and I was doing it. I wanted him.

Fuck. I kissed his neck, sunk my teeth into his flesh. Just a little. Just enough to make him moan as he grabbed my hips and rocked me back and forth on his cock.

Oh damn, he felt good. He was all the up inside of me, hitting me in all the right places. Nothing was better than his cock.

“Damn, baby girl. Keep going,” he said as he looked into my eyes. Those steel eyes were so commanding that I wanted to please him. Wanted him to know that he was everything to me.

I gripped him harder and increased my pace.

I could feel the shaking start. It always began at the base of my spine and drew out into the tendrils of my body, my fingers fighting for grip as they shook. Fuck. I was so close to coming I could feel it.

His thighs tensed under me, letting me know that I wasn’t the only one who was about to come.

“Wyatt,” I said. “I’m gonna come?”

“Yeah, baby. You come. You come right here for me,” he said his hands pushing me up and down on his cock. I was losing all control, almost unable to move, but the strength of his arms worked my body for us both. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Wyatt,” I said again, my voice in a high pitch. I was pleading with him. Begging him to make me come. But I was the one on top. I was the one in control.

I had the power.

I forced my pace quicker as I arches my back and got his cock in just the right position. Up against my g-spot, rubbing me in all the right ways.

“Fuck, darlin’. You are so damn tight,” he moaned as he moved me faster. He had the glisten of sweat on his brow, a look of concentration in his eyes.

I wasn’t the only one about to come.

It came for me in an overwhelming push, a giant wave that sent me to the stars. I was never as high as I was when he made me come. And I never wanted to come down when it happened.

Fuck pharmaceuticals. I had my drug of choice right here. Wrapped up in a muscular package with a tight ass.

He came too, his groan thick, his voice deep as he pulled me into him and kissed me. It wasn’t the sweet kind of kiss. No, it was hard and it was passionate and I could feel every bit of it. From the pressure between our lips to his tongue invading my mouth. It was fucking good.

After that we bought caught our breath and leaned into one another, him holding me until the fading sun was completely gone and there was nothing left but the stars up in the sky. I didn’t see a single damn car go by, either.

I doubt I would’ve cared if it had.

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