21. Wyatt

Chapter 21

Wyatt

I carry the cooler and grocery bags inside while Fern drops her bag and stares around the great room. Not gonna lie, the first view of this place is always spectacular. By the time I make a second trip in from the car, she's figured out the remote for the fireplace and turned on the recessed lights above the massive wooden table.

I decide right there in the doorway that I'm going to spread her out on that table and make her come. My own private feast. I drop the last grocery bag on the counter and walk up behind her, looping my arms around her waist as she stares out the window. I kiss the side of her neck, feeling her melt into me. "Want a tour?"

She shakes her head. "I just want to stand here for a bit, if that's okay."

"Whatever you want." I nuzzle at her, letting my hands trace across her soft belly, growing hard as she sighs and stares at the beauty of the Laurel Highlands. She rests her head back against my shoulder, and I startle, realizing how fucking good it feels to just hold her this way. I have no worries here, no responsibilities.

I don't even have cell reception to worry if my agent is going to call, or my new lawyer. Until I connect to the household Wi-Fi, I'm in my own little world with Fern Montgomery. I reach for her hand. "Come on." I give it a tug. "Let me show you our room."

I walk Fern down the hall, past the bunk room, up the stairs, and into my parents' bedroom. My dad and each of his brothers have a room with a king-sized bed, and there's a queen suite in the basement for Grand and Lolly. But there's no way I can achieve what I need to with Fern in a bunk bed, so I take her into the first room at the top of the stairs.

She's in my arms in a flash, mouth sealed against mine as I flick on the light and then hoist her into my arms. She wraps those thighs around me as I walk toward the bed, and when I finally sink on top of her, it's like the world exhales.

"Wyatt." Fern's voice is in my ear, her breath hot on my skin. I feel the heat between her legs as she keeps them wrapped around my waist.

"You look so good here with me," I tell her, admiring the flush in her cheeks before I tug her shirt up and over her head. "God, your body is so luscious." She smiles as I kneel above her, palming her boobs.

Fern tugs at my shirt, struggling to sit up, so I help her out and pull it off with one hand behind my neck. And then we are skin to skin, moaning into each other's mouths. I slide down her body to lick at her nipples, and she drags her fingernails down my chest.

"I thought this was going to happen in the hot tub," she whispers, biting my trap muscle and then sucking the spot where her teeth pinched me.

"Mmm," I lick each nipple and then thumb the wet peaks. "We can do that after. To recover."

Fern opens her jeans and slides them down her hips. I do the same with my pants until we're both fully naked on top of the covers. "Shit," I freeze. "I left the condoms downstairs in my bag."

Fern pouts. "You better hurry and get them. You can't leave me like this, Wyatt." She spreads out on the blanket and drops a hand between her legs.

"Fuuck, Fern. Do not move." I sprint down to the doorway and grab my entire bag, taking the steps three at a time as I rush back to find her … not in the same position at all. No. Fern has rolled onto her stomach, the glory of her naked ass on display for me as her dark hair spills over one shoulder and she presses up into some sort of yoga cobra pose that pushes her tits together.

I almost choke on my tongue. "My god, Fern. Look at you." I throw the bag onto the bed and dive on top of her, feeling the swell of her ass against my dick, which is harder than I ever thought possible.

Her voice is husky when she says, "Mm, you're so warm." She turns her head to the side, and I kiss her as I fuss with the bag with one hand. Finding the condom, I yank it on as quickly as I can and then nudge her thighs open, settling between them.

"I want to take you like this," I whisper into her ear. "All spread out for me, that incredible ass where I can see it. Oh, my, you are wet." My fingers spread her open, finding her pulsing and hot and so soft.

"Wyatt!" Her cry is a gasp as I pull my hand out from her body. "Oh god, I need…"

"Mm, I know what you need." I kiss her shoulder and line myself up behind her, one palm on her ass and one on the base of my cock as I notch up and start to push inside. The sight of her like this, spread around me, soft and perfect, almost has me losing myself before I even finish a stroke.

"That's it," I tell her as she buries her face in her hands, disappearing behind a curtain of hair. "Look how easily you take me, gorgeous."

And she does. Fern swallows me inside, pulsing and hot around me. "Wyatt, it feels so good like this." She presses her forearms into the bed and shifts her hips back, moving to meet me as I start to thrust inside her. I let her take all of my weight, leaning over her and sucking on her shoulder as my hands search for her breasts. "Oh," she moans. "Oh, do that some more." I pinch her nipples as I grind into her, and she tilts her hips.

"Fuck, Fern, can you get up on your knees? I need to touch you, beautiful." She lifts herself up, giving me access to her clit as I snake an arm around her hip. I band the other across her chest and, feeling inspired, pull her upright so we're both on our knees. Fern grips the headboard with both hands, pinned against me as I flick her nipples and knead her clit, all the while thrusting inside her and trying not to come until I hear her shrieking and feel her pulse around me.

And then we're both coming, shaking, collapsing in a fit of giggles and released tension, curled together on the bed in a sweaty, sated knot.