23. Wyla

Chapter 23

Today has been shit. Scratch that, this whole week has been shit.

Work has been so insane. It's been one emergency after another all week, not to mention Matt has been a total pain in my ass. He put in his notice Monday, and while I hoped we could be adults about the whole thing, he does not agree. I've been reminding myself all day today, one more week and he'll be gone.

To add onto that, Stevie has cried every day to see Jett. It's been two weeks since he left and the first week we managed somewhat fine. He FaceTimes us whenever he gets a free moment but Stevie's begged to actually see him "not on the phone" this whole week.

I've tried taking her to do fun things after work to help distract her but it's done nothing but make me exhausted and cause her to ask why her dad can't come with us .

This morning, when I explained to her for the hundredth time that he would come back and is working right now, she cried crocodile tears and said, "Why do you and daddy have to work all the time?"

It gutted me. Tonight, the whole tub of ice cream is calling my name. And probably a good-ass cry. I miss Jett too. I miss him so much, but I can't let on with that in front of Stevie. I'm her mother, and I have to be strong.

I climb in my car after another strenuous day at work and feel a definite headache coming on. The need for a mommy minute right now feels 100 percent necessary. I rest my head on the steering wheel and take deep breaths.

In through your nose. Out through your mouth.

I repeat that in my head and actually do it for a solid two rounds before my phone rings. My head throbs at the noise, and I scramble to pick it up through the car speaker.

"Hello," I mumble, not even masking my exhaustion. I didn't check who was calling. Jett texted me that they had some meeting or practice… something for a few hours and he would text me when it ended so I know it's not him.

"Oh, Wyla, you sound exhausted, sweetie," my mother says in her calmest voice.

I take one more deep breath. "That's because I am, Mom. But I'll be fine. I'm headed to get Stevie now. "

"Listen, why don't you head home instead. Let Stevie stay here tonight. You know she loves a good sleepover."

Gah, going home and being able to have a full-on pity party does sound pretty great, but then that intense mom guilt takes over. "But I haven't seen her all day. I hate to leave her. I'll be fine, I just need a minute."

My mom sighs softly. "Wyla, let me tell you something that took me a very long time to understand. Doing something for yourself doesn't make you a bad mom. Being a mother is amazing and rewarding but it's also extremely hard. If you don't find moments to take care of yourself, you'll run yourself into the ground. Being selfish for a moment, doesn't make you selfish forever."

I can feel the tears building in my eyes. "But Stevie—"

"Is having a blast here. Plus, Winry is going to bring Georgie over for dinner and you know how happy it makes me when both of my grandbabies are together. So, I'm going to put Stevie on the phone, you're going to tell her you love her, and then you're gonna go home and do whatever you want."

"Are you sure?" I ask, giving her another opportunity to back out.

"I'm positive. Wyla. You may be Stevie's mom but I'm yours. She'll still need you when she's twenty-seven, sweetie. Take one night. "

Well, that does it. A few tears slip out at that thought. I had always considered myself a daddy's girl, but since having Stevie… I've never appreciated my own mother more.

After pulling myself together, I talk to Stevie as I drive home. She tells me about her day but when Winry gets there with Georgia I've lost her. She hands the phone back to my mom and I tell her to call me again before she goes to bed.

"I will. Now go relax. I mean it."

For the first time all week I let the tension in my shoulders go. "Thank you, Mom. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie."

After we hang up, I let Poppy outside and decide to really have it out and just cry. You can judge all you want but it felt damn good to get it out.

Then, after changing into some sweats and washing my face, I make my go-to grilled cheese and tomato soup, fill up Pops' dog bowl then the both of us crash on the couch. I'm tempted to go to bed early and actually sleep but also feel like that would be wasting lazy time I don't usually get.

I think I'll start with that tub of ice cream and a rom-com that will also make me cry as if my cry earlier wasn't enough .

I search my freezer from top to bottom but turn up empty. Damn it, I knew I had finished off that half tub that Jett and I started but I swore I had another.

Well, this night is off to a great start. Defeated, I close the freezer door and decide to grab the new book I got from Winry's place when my phone rings. Jett's name pops up but oddly it's not a FaceTime like they have been.

"Hey," I answer. "Could you tell I was reaching for my book when you called?"

Jett chuckles. "Trying to get your book boyfriend fix, Wy? Am I being replaced already?"

Never.

I plop back down on the couch and kick my feet up. "You know, being jealous of fictional characters isn't the best look."

"Jealous? You've got it all wrong, baby. Those books are great. Pick out a scene, we can act it out later."

I let out a sound that barely qualifies as a laugh. It's so good to hear his voice, despite how many times he's called, it feels good every time.

"You okay, Wy?"

No.

"Yeah, it's been a bit of a week. I really wanted some ice cream but apparently, I'm out."

"Well, it's a good thing I DoorDashed you some. "

"Don't mess me with, Jett. Did you really?" He's DoorDashed me a few things since he's been gone. Dinner on Monday after Stevie's gymnastics and coffees sporadically. So this isn't a huge stretch but dangling ice cream in front of my face and it not happening will not go over well.

"Yes, really. Come on, go check your porch."

I swing my legs off the couch and make my way to my door. "There better be ice cream, Jett," I say as I twist the knob.

All I get back is a light chuckle and the click of his phone before I open the door.

"Hey, Wy," Jett says, smiling in front of me with a tub of strawberry ice cream and a dozen orange roses. "I requested the cutest driver they had. I hope—"

Everything else drowns out because with two small steps I'm flush with Jett and kissing the hell out of him. Forget asking, I'm taking.

It takes Jett by surprise for a second but then I hear the thud of the flowers and ice cream hitting the floor as his arms wrap around me, pulling me impossibly closer.

Part of me fears this is all a dream and I'll wake up on the couch feeling worse than I did earlier. My fists grip his shirt so tight my hands start to tingle.

"Please let this be real," I mumble while my lips never leave his .

Jett's hands go on either side of my cheeks, pulling away slightly. "Trust me, Wy, I've dreamed about you countless times. This feels a million times better." He pulls me back in for another desperate kiss before pulling back again.

I let out a grumble that I'm not really sure how to describe other than disappointed or aggravated. I don't want to stop kissing him.

He smiles down at me and his thumb trails over my bottom lip. "I told you I would savor this and I will. But I have to ask, where our daughter is?"

"She's staying at my parents' house tonight." There's a bit of fear taking root as I tell him she's not here. I know this surprise visit isn't solely for me, as much as I would like to enjoy some alone time with him I can't put my night off on him. I open my mouth to tell him we can go get her but he cuts me off.

"Good, so we can be as loud as we fucking want."

The smile on my face grows stupid big and I nod eagerly. And just like that, his lips are on mine again and it feels so good.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he kicks the door shut as we move to my bedroom. I kiss down his neck to the collar of his shirt. Gone, I want this gone. As he sets me down at the base of my bed, I reach for the hem immediately .

"I want to feel you." I tug it up but when he resists, I add, "Now."

Jett's eyes soften and he tucks a strand of hair back behind my ear. "This is it, Wyla. Me and you. I can't go through with this and let you think for a single second that I don't want you for so much more than one night."

I couldn't agree more. I don't know what we'll do about the distance and that thought still really terrifies me, but I want to figure it out with him. I want to share those worries. I want to make those plans for our future together. I want him.

"Me and you," I repeat. "I'm not walking away this time. I won't make the same mistake." I go up on my tiptoes but it's still not enough to meet his height difference so I pull him down to meet me halfway and whisper again, "Me and you, Jett."

Jett's arms wrap around my waist and hauls me up to meet his mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I want to relish in how fucking good it feels. But I want to do it with his skin against mine.

"Clothes off," I mumble while he nips at my bottom lip.

A sensual grin pulls at the corners of his mouth as he sets me back down. While still keeping me close he pulls his shirt over his head .

I can't help but marvel at his chest. Something about a little bit of chest hair that feels so manly. I let my hands travel down from his neck to his pecks then glide them across his toned stomach. As I do it, all I can think about is repeating this trail with my mouth, but it seems Jett has other plans.

He reaches for the hem of my cropped sweatshirt and pulls it over my head.

"Mmm, no bra?" His hands palm my breasts as his mouth comes back in for a demanding kiss.

"I hate them." I shrug then wrap one arm around his neck and one behind his back to pull us down to my bed with all my might. Jett chuckles as he crashes on top of me.

He moves slightly so not all of his weight is on me, and then, he hooks his arm under me and throws me even higher on the bed so now my stomach is right under his face. "Then never wear them. I promise it won't hurt my feelings." He blows some air on my stomach and I feel goosebumps prickle my skin. "As a matter of fact, throw them all out, underwear too."

He peppers kisses everywhere around my torso except for my boobs and it's driving me crazy. I try to angle my body, hinting at what I want but it's no use.

"Savor, Wy," Jett whispers closely against my skin. "I want to savor. "

Shivers run down my spine. "Please, Jett."

Jett trails his mouth up to my ear, and whispers, "Should I put my mouth somewhere useful, Wy? Is that what you want?"

He presses his thigh into my center. Fucking hell. I roll into him. "I want it everywhere." I roll again and kiss his shoulder as he kisses my neck. "I want you everywhere."

A low growl vibrates through Jett's chest. In seconds, he's back on his knees, pulling my sweats and thong off, tossing them to the side. He reaches for a pillow then slides his thumb from my clit all the way down… I mean, all the way down. "Lift up, baby."

As I do, he drags his thumb down again as the other hand pulls the pillow below my hips. When his thumb places a tad bit more pressure on my ass, my muscles tense for a moment but as I relax my arousal is practically dripping down to his thumb.

"Good girl," Jett praises before dipping his head down to replace his thumb with his tongue.

It travels back up to my clit, and I swear my soul leaves my body for a moment. "Fuck, Jett."

I can feel his smile against my skin as his teeth graze my center. "You taste so fucking good."

He does a little bite and suck combo and now my soul has left the building. My body practically vibrates as he continues to go down on me like a man starved.

His hands go under my ass, squeezing and lifting me even higher. His tongue… fuck… it feels like it's fucking everywhere. When he flicks back over my clit my back arches, and my hands grip onto my boobs.

Jett gives another slow flick. "I wish you could see what I see. Fucking perfect."

Another slow pass and I think I'm going to explode, but Jett backs up off the bed.

"What the hell?" I lean up on my elbows. "I don't remember edging five years ago."

He gives a low chuckle. "Relax, baby." He unbuttons his jeans then kicks them off and fuck if it isn't bigger than I allowed myself to remember.

"Get up, Wy. You're going to sit on my face."

Well, you don't have to tell me twice. I scramble to my knees as he lays back down. When I go to sit, he stops me. "Other way, baby. I want you to fuck my face while I fuck yours."

Even better.

I swing my other leg around and his arm loops around my thighs. His tongue dives into me immediately. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my brain can't function a thought of anything else.

"Suck, Wyla." He moves to circle my clit. "Or I'll show you real edging."

I wrap my hand around him. "I think you forgot this position, babe." I lick him from root to tip. "Two can play that game."

I can feel Jett's moan against my clit as I lick him again. It sends shivers down my spine and as it vibrates through me, he bites me.

"Fuck," I gasp as Jett coaxes me through the pain by licking the same spot slowly.

"I said, suck." A playful smack comes to my ass, and I yelp.

I wish he could see the wicked smile on my face right now. "Yes, daddy," I say, then immediately take him as far as I can.

Jett goes fucking feral. I love it. Licking, sucking, biting… dear lord, I'm going to lose it. I try to keep a good rhythm but fuck, it feels so good. I want him to feel just as lost in this moment as I do. Trying my best I push myself to take him even further. Tears prick at my eyes as I start to gag but then Jett moans against me again.

Fuck, a man moaning is so hot.

Breathing through my nose, I relax and go again but this time it elicits a low growl from Jett. He pulls me further down by my thighs and sucks hard on my clit. As soon as the gentle strokes start again, that rush takes over and my toes curl. I scream out his name as the sensation peaks and pleasure vibrates through me.

The feeling of pure bliss post-orgasm starts to set in, and I'm able to get the tip back in my mouth before Jett pulls my body back and slides out from under me and kneels at the end of the bed.

"All fours, baby girl." He winks, and I think another small orgasm kicks off.

I lean down on my hands, wanting to crawl to how he wants me.

"Fuck, I changed my mind." Jett scoops me up then plops me down on my back. "It's been way too fucking long, and I want to see your beautiful face as I make you mine again."

"I think I've always been yours, Jett."

A sexy smile takes over Jett's face at my words then settles in between my legs and barely presses against me. "Listen, last time we didn't talk about this before it happened but there's nothing I want more than to feel every bit of you right now. You're fucking it for me, Wyla, but if you want to use a condom I will. "

"No condoms. I actually take birth control that works now." That was lesson number one when that double pink line showed up.

Jett leans down and claims my mouth with his as he slides into me. We both let out a moan of both pleasure and relief when he reaches the hilt.

"Fuck, I don't think I'm ever going to get enough of you, Wy." He eases in and out of me. "It's like you were made for me, woman. You feel so fucking good." He punctures the last sentence with a thrust.

"Jett, don't stop."

"Never. I'm going to fuck you for the rest my life, Wyla."

He picks up the pace and he's right, it does feel fucking good but mostly, it feels right. It feels whole and passionate. It feels like love.

I can feel that pull settling in my stomach, I need a little…

Jett slides one hand in between us and brushes his thumb over my clit without me even asking because I swear this man is so in tune with my body it amazes me.

"That's it, Wy. Give it to me. Let me see you come apart as I claim you as mine for good. "

He adds more pressure with his thumb but really what sends me over the edge is his words. I'm his, I'm fucking his.

My head arches back as the orgasm takes over my body. Jett's steady rhythm becomes manic and wild, and only amplifies the pleasure shooting through me.

I reach for Jett to be closer, needing to ground myself to him. He lets his weight go as he cups my face and kisses me as relentlessly as his thrusts.

I tangle my tongue with his and in two more thrusts he's pouring into me.

As his hips slow, so does our kiss. His lips don't leave mine but his hands go back to the bed as he tries to take some of his weight off me but I don't want that. I want to be utterly consumed by Jett in this moment.

"Wy, I'm crushing you," he says as I fight his efforts to move.

"So, crush me. You'll put me back together."