24. Jett

Chapter 24

Someone pinch me because I have Wyla back. My Wyla.

Eventually, I break away long enough to get a rag and clean her up. As I slide back in her bed, I pull her tighter to me and kiss the top of her head as she wraps her body around mine.

When I decided on this surprise trip, I definitely wasn't anticipating this, but I'm so fucking happy about it. I have my Wyla back.

My beautiful girl who is the most incredible mother, with the most adorable smile, and is so amazingly stubborn and independent.

I draw lazy circles on her shoulder and down her arm. I love her so much it's ridiculous. You can say what you want, but I fell in love with her five years ago. I never really understood the whole ‘sometimes you just know' concept, but it's true, sometimes you just know .

And five years ago, I knew this woman who drinks bad whiskey, loves karaoke, and would do anything for strawberries or ice cream was meant for me.

"Oh, fuck," I groan as that last part kick starts my brain back up.

Wyla lifts her head off my chest. "What? What's wrong?"

"I dropped your ice cream coming in. It's still on the porch."

Wyla starts an adorable fit of laughter. "That's okay, I like the taste of you so much better anyway." She swings her leg around and climbs on top of me.

Ah, hell. A freshly fucked Wyla who's still naked with that scrunch nose smile on her face. What a beautiful sight.

She sits back on her knees but tonight I want her body glued to me. I take her wrists and pull her down to meet me. "I'm yours for the taking, baby. Taste away."

As those dimples pierce her cheeks, I bring her in for a kiss because damn it, I need a taste. I need her.

My hands go through her hair and grip it tight and she lets a little whimper that drives me mad. I'm ready to slide into her again when there's a loud bark coming from outside.

"Was that Poppy?" Wyla slides off me then the bed and grabs her robe .

I follow her up, and throw my jeans back on as she barks again.

Wyla's eyebrows scrunch. "Is she outside?"

"Let me go check." I kiss her temple as I walk out her door. There's no sign of her in the living room but no doors open either.

Another bark sounds off, she's definitely outside. I didn't remember her coming out but granted, I was very much distracted.

I open the front door and there she sits… with strawberry ice cream on her nose. "Damn it, Pops, that wasn't for you."

Wyla comes up behind me laughing. "Hey, at least someone got to eat it. I didn't even notice her walk outside."

Poppy paws at me as I take the container away. "Yeah, me either. I'm assuming since you aren't freaking out that this ice cream won't hurt her?"

"I'll double check the ingredients but really, she'll probably just have a stomach ache." Wyla lets out a short whistle. "Come on, Pops. Inside."

With her tail tucked, Poppy heads to her dog bed and Wyla steps out to pick up her flowers. "I better get these in water. Hey, is that your bag? "

I turn and remember I did drop my duffle bag on the porch when I walked up to knock. "Oh yeah, I took an Uber here and set it down before you opened the door." I grab it with the hand that isn't holding the slobbery thing of ice cream.

"We really weren't paying attention to anything, were we?" Wyla giggles.

"I was paying attention to you. Everything else was deemed unimportant the moment you said Stevie wasn't here."

Wyla's cheeks turn pink and she tries to hide them by smelling her roses.

After double checking the ingredients, we toss the ice cream in the trash then get the flowers in some water.

As she sets the vase down on the table, her dimples do me in and I toss her over my shoulder.

"Can't you carry me like a normal person?" she squeals.

"Never." I walk in her room and toss her back on the bed. "As much as I hate to say it, I don't have a ton of time here and I don't want to waste a single second of it."

"When do you have to leave?" Wyla asks, her voice noticeably less happy.

I climb onto her bed and pull her to me. "I have to fly back out tomorrow night."

"Oh. "

The silence that follows that little "oh" fucking kills me. I just got her back and to leave in less than twenty-four hours feels like a dick move.

"Come with me, Wy."

"Jett." Wyla's hesitation to come is obvious and I understand it to an extent, but we're going to have to figure out this whole distance thing eventually.

"I know, but hear me out, okay?" When I don't get a definite no, I take that as a plus. "Come for the week, we'll be playing in Seattle the whole time. My new apartment is available now so there's a room for Stevie."

She's quiet for a bit again. I'm not entirely sure if it's in my favor or not.

"But what about my job? What about your games and practices?"

"My stuff is no problem. You and Stevie can come with me if you want, stay at the apartment, explore the city… whatever you want, baby." I sit up on my elbow, turning toward her. "I understand if you can't take off from your job, but it would be a lie if I said it wouldn't make me feel a million times better about you not being there for Matt's last week of work."

Wyla chews on her bottom lip, contemplating her options. I think I've almost got her .

I pull the tie of her robe loose. She arches her back slightly to let the sides fall, showing her hard, pink nipples.

I place a small kiss on her shoulder. "Come on, Wy." I slide on top of her, letting my thigh rest heavily in between hers. "We could spend every night in bed like this." I kiss her collarbone. "Wake up together every morning." I inch my way down her chest with another kiss.

"I think you're forgetting we'll have a child with us." She chuckles.

Another inch then a kiss. "I didn't forget, she'll sleep eventually, and you'll be all mine." Kiss. "Come on, baby." I brush my lips over her nipple lightly then kiss right below it and her body writhes beneath me. "I've missed you like crazy."

I kiss her sternum. "Please?" I kiss up her other breast at the same slow pace.

Wyla grinds her hips against my thigh and tries to angle herself where she wants me to be. Normally, I love when she tries to take some control but not this time.

I repeat the same light graze on her other nipple then place a harder kiss right above it.

"Jett," she moans.

I drag myself up her body, letting my thigh grind into her, and soak up her next moan with a kiss. "Whether you decide to come this week or not, baby, I'm still going to fuck you all night. I don't know if this has clicked for you yet, but I'm so fucking obsessed with you it's ridiculous. But if you need a little space after—"

"We'll come," she cuts me off. "I don't want space, not even a little. As a matter of fact,"—Wyla pushes on my chest, and while in no way can she actually push me over I pretend she does and let her climb on top of me—"consider this my condition, if Stevie isn't around, I want zero space between us. Negative space really."

Wyla moves to take off her robe then unbuttons my jeans and we slide them off.

As she crawls back on top, she whispers. "I believe we have some lost time to make up for."