5. Wyatt

Chapter 5

Wyatt

I freeze when I'm inside Fern, overwhelmed by the sensation and intensity of our connection. I stare down at her with my weight on my hands. She winces briefly but then seems to love what she's experiencing because I can feel her pulsing around me, drawing me in deeper. "Oh, yes, Wyatt. Please. Yes."

Fuck, this woman is so damn hot. She's like a creamy, delicious dessert, all curves and softness, wrapped entirely around me with her arms, legs, and velvety pussy. I could drown here, happily, enveloped in the tangy sweat of her. My sheets are going to smell like this for days, and I'm going to fall asleep achingly hard at the memory of how this feels right now.

I let her have a little more of my weight, and I think she likes that because she pulls me tighter against her torso. And then Fern starts moving beneath me, rolling her hips, muttering my name, spewing profanity. "Do you need to come again, beautiful? Is that what's wrong?"

I grin at her as her eyes fly wide, and she nods. "Yes. Please?"

"You don't need to beg me, Fern. Fuck, you feel good." I adjust my weight so I can touch her, reaching between us to press a thumb into her clit. She's so damn responsive. I can tell immediately when she likes something, which gives me so many clues about when she doesn't. It doesn't take me long to find the pressure and rhythm she needs to go wild. "You're making me lose my damn mind, Fern."

She seems beyond speech, thrashing beneath me. At one point, she sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and I can feel her coming, pulsing and squeezing around me. I can't hold back anymore. I put all my weight on my forearms and start rolling my hips with full intensity, driving her into the mattress, grunting like an animal until I feel the ball of white-hot pleasure building at the base of my spine.

Fern reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls, her expression pure sex. The feel of her, and the look of her, and the sound of my name on her lips sends me over the edge. I'm coming into the condom, pulsing inside her as I press my forehead into hers until I'm totally spent.

My chest heaves as I try to calm down. Fern traces a lazy hand through the hair on the leg I have bent up over her hip. I press a kiss to her forehead and her eyes fly open, almost like she forgot I was here. I smile down at her, wanting to stroke her hair and hold her tight. Which is insane because I never want to do those things. We just had a one-night stand. I should be itching to get her out of here so I can shower. "Hey," I say.

"Um, hey." She bites her lip and looks around. "I … should probably go."

"I'm still inside you," I point out, although I slide out when she shifts to sit up. I reach for her hand. "If you give me twenty minutes, we can do an encore."

Fern huffs out a laugh. "Twenty minutes, huh? That's the recovery period?"

I shrug and kiss her cheek. "Don't go anywhere."

I dash into the en suite bathroom to deal with the condom. I realize I don't have a washcloth , so I take a hand towel and run it under the hot water. When I get back to the bedroom, Fern has already put on her bra and her tank top, and she's looking around the room like she's searching for the bottom half of her clothes. "Hey," I tell her. "Lie back and let me take care of you a minute at least."

Her eyes widen and I gesture with the towel. She settles back onto the bed, looking down as I gently rub the towel between her legs, kissing her inner thighs. As I get closer to her pussy, she tenses. "Sore?"

She nods. "Just a little. It was totally worth it, though. I didn't mean?—"

I grin. "It's okay." I dab at her gently with the wash cloth. "We don't have to do another round, but you definitely aren't walking home in the middle of the night."

"Oh, I wasn't going to walk. I live in Brookline…"

I scoff. "Isn't that at least two buses away? On New Year's Eve?"

She shrugs, and I toss the towel into the bathroom. At least it lands on the tile floor. I climb into the bed and try to tuck Fern against my side, running my hands through her hair until I feel her body ease up a bit. "It's one bus and one train." Her words are slow, sleepy.

"I'll drive you in the morning. Stay."

Fern sighs and wriggles against me, her bottom half is still naked. I wrap an arm around her, naked myself, and rest my palm on her butt. This is perfection.

When I wake up a few hours later, in the gray light of early dawn on a new year, I'm alone in my bed. No note, no Fern, no way to contact her for a repeat.

I sigh and drape an arm across my face as I hear Odin getting ready for the combine. It's probably just as well. I wasn't lying when I told her I couldn't commit to anything more than casual. If everything goes to plan, I'll be moving in a few months.