Chapter Twenty-Three .4

“I’m not drunk; I’m tipsy,” Wyatt corrected. “God, I wanna fuck a baby into you,” he smirked at me.

As my other professors laughed for about ten seconds, I was stunned silent. Obviously, he didn’t mean that, but it’d be fun to let him try.

Aiden was barely breathing as he laughed. “Dude, volume check. Your whole family doesn’t need to know about your breeding kink, okay?” He shook his head in amusement.

“You should drink water,” I ran a hand through the ends of his hair. He would feel this in the morning or possibly later tonight at home.

His eyes were slightly red as he wrapped his arm around my waist, as I twiddled with his hair. “Sit on my face, and I’ll drink your water,” he winked.

He was on a roll with the innuendos. Niko, Dominic, and Aiden were in fits of laughter as their friend tried to seduce me.

“Okay,” I quietly clapped my hands together. “I’m going to go get you some water and use the bathroom,” I informed before stepping away.

“I’ll help you find it—” he began to stand, but I placed my hands on his broad shoulder.

“We are not fucking in your parents bathroom!” I whisper yelled at him.

False innocence grew on his lips as he gasped at me. “Who said we were, Naughty Girl? Get your mind out of the gutter, Baby.”

Sharing a look with my other men, I laughed as I took my leave. Of course, a drunk cowboy whistled behind me, making me blush. I was lucky everyone was occupied or too busy to care what we did in our corner. That man was going to be the death of me.

When I entered the house, I was greeted by Wyatt’s mother, who practically tried to force-feed me more potato salad. Still, I stood my ground (unlike last time.) A few others were in the small living room, watching a football game.

I thought I heard a woman say my name just as I shut the bathroom door behind me. I was willing to bet Wyatt’s mom was talking about me again or pointing me out to ‘the aunties.’

After using the restroom, I nearly ran into a man on my way out. The hallway was narrow, and I was glad I wasn’t looking at my feet, or a collision would have happened. “Sorry,” I mumbled while passing.

A big hand wrapped around my elbow, making me stop and stare wide-eyed at the stranger. He immediately withdrew his hand and chuckled. “Sorry, I just wanted to catch you before you left—I’m probably not making a good impression,” he smiled.

“It’s no problem,” I straightened my posture, wondering where he fit in the family tree. He was older, maybe in his late 50s, and towered over me. Besides his height, his only prominent feature was the two scars across his chin. “Sorry, did we meet earlier? I’m not good with names,” I surmised.

With a slow shake of his head, he responded. “No, I just got here a couple minutes ago. I actually came just to meet you,” he gestured to me.

No pressure at all.

I tried not to look intimidated as I nodded. “Oh... Um, are you one of Wyatt’s uncles?” I guessed, hinting for him to give me something to go off of. This was strange.

“No,” he laughed. “My name’s Court, I’m Dominic’s father.”

A thick silence of confusion washed over me. Either I was speaking to a ghost, or Aiden lied. “Dominic... Owens ?” I lifted my brows in question, thinking maybe another man named Dominic was running around somewhere.

“He probably hasn’t mentioned me much; we didn’t have the best relationship when he was younger,” he shifted on his feet. “Chester invited me and mentioned you, so I couldn’t help but be curious,” he explained.

Discomfort draped over my shoulders, and I wrapped my arm around my middle. This didn’t feel right; he gave me a bad feeling in my stomach. “Does Dominic know you’re here?” I pried.

“No,” he rushed out. “Between you and me, I don’t think he should. I’m not staying long, and I doubt he’d want to see me,” he nervously chuckled.

Alarms rang in my head as I slowly nodded. “I think I should go. It was nice meeting you,” I muttered. If Dominic didn’t have a good relationship with his father—enough so for Aiden to lie about him being dead, I had no business talking to him. The man had barely spoken to me and had already asked me to lie. I had no loyalty to Court and every reason to immediately tell Aiden and let him decide. It was clear he wasn’t welcome in Dominic’s life.

He stepped to the side as I tried to retreat, blocking my exit. He held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll just be a second!” He assured. I crossed my arms, feeling nerves crawl up my throat. “Look, for whatever reason, my son wants no relationship with me. The only details I ever hear about him and his life are from Walt or Chester. I just wanted to meet you, and I’m happy that you seem... normal,” he rambled. “And very attractive, I should add,” he tried to joke, but his laugh fell short.

Normal? Why wouldn’t I be normal?

“Excuse me,” I quickly squeezed past him, immediately walking to the back door.

I was beyond confused about the entire interaction. First, I was told that Dominic’s father passed away. Then, he shows up and asks me to lie about his being here. Dominic was incredibly private, and the little I knew about him came out over nearly four months. He only mentioned he had a bad childhood once when I had a panic attack, but even then, he gave no details other than he used to get them, too.

“You forgot the water,” Niko chuckled as I approached the table.

“I’m plenty hydrated,” Wyatt dismissed before wrapping his arms around my thighs and hugging my legs to his side.

“What’s wrong?” Aiden narrowed his eyes on me. I probably looked concerned, with my eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Um, nothing,” I lied, unsure of how to bring up what just happened. “Actually... Dominic,” I glanced up at him, and he stared back at me. “I’m really sorry to ask you this, but is your father dead?” I asked bluntly. Aiden lied right in front of Niko and Wyatt, but neither of them corrected him. Dominic was the only one who’d give me a straight answer. If the towering height of Court weren’t a factor, part of me would believe that someone might be playing a sick joke.

Caught off guard by my question, he only stared back at me with a blank expression. It was hard not to fidget under his intense eyes, looking through me rather than at me. Slowly, his eyebrows fell, and his eyes darkened, his expression changing from neutral to unpleasant.

Although looking away from Dominic’s clenched fists was hard, I glanced at Niko, Aiden, and a wide-eyed Wyatt. The tension grew when I realized that my other three professors’ eyes were locked on him as if he were a ticking time bomb.

“No,” Dominic all but growled his short response, ruling out any speculation I had about the man in the house. “Why?” The question came out as a demand.

“Did someone mention him...?” Niko guessed under his breath, seeming uncomfortable.

My gut feeling during my short interaction with Court was only validated by their rigid posture and weary behavior. I didn’t plan on keeping it to myself, but now I was all too confident in my decision to tell them about the meeting I had.

Pointing a thumb over my shoulder, I kept my eyes on Dominic as I answered. “He’s inside.”

Dominic’s features had gotten impossibly darker, and from how hard his fists were clenched, I was surprised blood wasn’t leaking from his palm.

Before the darkness took over, there was a split second when he looked... scared. It was gone in the blink of an eye, but I was certain it happened. Something in me suddenly felt defensive, like I should’ve asked Court to leave. Somehow, a part of me understood that fearful look, and I wanted to protect him from his monster.

From that one childlike pusillanimous flash of his eyes, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Court was Dominic’s monster. I didn’t know how, why, or what he did... I just knew that look.

“Oh shit,” Aiden murmured before glancing at the house.

“Dominic, I didn’t think they’d invite him—I didn’t know they still spoke,” Wyatt apologized, gently slurring his words.

“What did he say to you?” Dominic asked, each word like venom as I held his stare.

I sat down next to Niko and Wyatt before I answered. “He said he wanted to meet me and not to tell you that he was here. He mentioned that you two no longer have a relationship, and he was happy to see that I’m attractive—and normal?” I rushed out, trying to recall the conversation. It happened so fast.

“What else did he do?” Dominic pushed.

“Nothing, that was it,” I shook my head. “I mean, he tried to keep talking, but after what he said, I came out here to tell you.” My voice was soft as I spoke, hoping to calm him.

“Dom, I’ll go ask him to leave, okay?” Aiden gave him a soft look before moving to stand.

I could never be scared of Dominic—but the murderous look in his eyes and the way he slowly rose from his chair made me shrink.

“Dominic, don’t—I’ll handle it,” Aiden placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to usher him back into his seat.

It was as if he didn’t hear Aiden’s words as he began taking long, confident strides toward the house. “Dom—fuck,” Aiden sighed, glancing down at Wyatt. “I can’t hold him back myself,” he gestured for Wyatt to follow as he chased after Dominic, who was already opening the back door.

Wyatt downed the glass of whisky on the table before he stood and followed suit. Drunk, shirt open revealing his abs, and a country hat on. If I weren’t worried, I probably would have mimicked his whistle from earlier—but this wasn’t the time for jokes.

The three disappeared inside, and my shoulders fell, worried about Dominic. Something told me Court was about to get the beating of his life, probably worse than Mr. Ridley (who had two black eyes for weeks after what Dominic did to him).

Niko wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “You did the right thing by telling him,” he assured in a hushed tone.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” I admitted.

He placed his hand under my chin, making me look up from my lap into his hazel eyes. “Dominic wasn’t mad at you, you know, despite the glare,” he halfheartedly smiled. “Court knows he isn’t welcome, and he’s a fucking idiot for showing up—let alone seek you out and think it’s okay to talk to you,” he scoffed and shook his head, a glare of his own.

“I know he wasn’t mad at me,” I sighed. “The look on his face...” I shook my head, deciding not to mention it. If I had, I might’ve cried for him.

Movement in my peripheral caught my attention. From where we sat in the back, we had the only view of the front of the house, where all the cars were parked. Dominic was seething in the sunset, dragging Court out of the house by the back of his neck—like a dog. Wyatt and Aiden were following closely behind but didn’t make any move to stop the manhandling.

“Niko,” I widened my eyes at the sight, too interested to look away.

Niko followed my eye-line, where he took in the unfolding scene. “At least they got him out of the house,” Niko humorlessly chuckled.

“Court?”

“Dominic,” he corrected. “You might want to look away, Odette,” his thumb gently ran over my hand as he held it.

Ignoring his suggestion, I watched as Dominic flung Court forward until he stumbled to find his footing. The music was far too loud for us to hear what they said. While I was curious, I was thankful no one else was aware of the scene happening in the front.

Court said something with his hands held up in innocence but was cut short by Dominic’s right hook, followed by the left... until he swung repeatedly. Every punch landed until his father was bloody on the gravel. Even then, Dominic didn’t stop.

Even with Aiden and Wyatt on each arm, trying to pull him off Court, Dominic barely looked interrupted. Court tried to hit back, but Dominic didn’t allow him to.

Niko’s leg was tapping beside me, seemingly ready to join Aiden and Wyatt in pulling him off his father.

Finally, Wyatt and Aiden pulled Dominic off. Dominic was saying something to Court, practically spitting the (what I can only assume) threats.

Court’s face and shirt were covered in blood—I was surprised when he was able to stand. He stumbled to his feet and ran to a car, fumbling with his keys before he flung the door open.

Dominic harshly shrugged his shoulders, breaking free from my other professors. He strode up to the car, pointing a finger at him as he seemed to be yelling. I could make out the words ‘If you ever...’ before the music drowned his voice out.

Dominic got three more hits in before being held back, and Court skidded out of the driveway, his tire leaving a bare spot in the gravel.

I’d never seen anything like it in real life, but it wasn’t an easy sight to witness. My heart ached for Dominic, especially seeing his shoulders relax once the headlights were long gone.

Aiden and Wyatt let him go after a few extra seconds as if he’d chase down the car. Dominic didn’t say anything as he stared blankly at where the car was parked. His fists were stained red, dripping blood.

Aiden said something, but Dominic just shook his head before turning and locking eyes with Niko and me. His anger was gone; instead, he seemed disappointed in himself. He turned around and began walking in the opposite direction, heading towards a red barn.

My heart sank. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around his massive frame and take away any pain, anger, or sadness he felt. Niko placed a hand on my thigh when I went to stand, ready to go after him. “Let him cool down a bit, Cari?o,” he suggested gently.

If I hadn’t seen the site myself, I would have thought nothing happened. The party was still in full swing, now with small lights illuminating the area from the darkness of the night.

It’d been half an hour since Dominic’s attack on his father, and he still hadn’t made an appearance. Aiden and Wyatt assured us that he was fine. I understood that he wanted to be alone, but I was worried. That was heavy , and I wanted to make sure that he wasn’t beating himself up.

Wyatt continued to have fun and joke around with his family, no longer sobered up from the adrenaline. It was amusing to watch and served as a distraction from my worried thoughts. Aiden asked me several times if I was okay or if Court had said anything I hadn’t mentioned earlier.

With Wyatt playing corn hole, Niko chatting with his parents, and Aiden finally having a beer with Walt, I took the opportunity to slip away. While walking through the empty kitchen, I saw a coffee machine in the corner and smiled.

“Where you running off to, beautiful?” Wyatt flirted as he entered the house, leaving everyone else outside. His drunken clinginess continued as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“I was going to bring Dominic a coffee,” I said.

“He’d like that,” he hummed in approval, gently trailing his lips down the back of my neck.

Shivers ran down my spine at his attempts at seducing me, and I giggled. “Wyatt,” I warned. “If your family sees, I’ll—”

He pulled away and moved in front of me with raised brows. “I’m not vile enough to try anything in my parents’ house with a village outside, Baby,” he defended. “I was asked to grab something from my childhood room—would you be kind enough to delay the coffee and help me out?” He plastered a dazzling grin across his mouth. It was impossible to say no.

Wanting to see Wyatt’s childhood bedroom, I eagerly nodded. I had a hunch that it was full of books. “Lead the way, Cowboy,” I rocked on my heels.

With my hand in his, he casually walked down the long hall to the closed door at the end. On the door, there was a single Shakespeare sticker lifted around every edge. “I’m not surprised,” I mused while running my finger over one of the dry corners.

He chuckled once, “Yeah, I got in lots of trouble for putting a sticker on my door,” he recalled while opening the door.

We stepped in. The blinds were closed, but the room was gently lit by the lights outside glowing through them. Wyatt made no move to turn on the light, as it was plenty lit enough to see.

The room was small. A twin bed tucked into a corner, freshly made with blue sheets. The walls were the same beige as the rest of the house. My hunch was correct; what seemed like hundreds of books were stacked on shelves, against the wall, behind the bed, and in the open closet. An old wooden desk was pushed against a wall, and even that had a stack of books. A full-length body mirror with a flannel that wouldn’t fit Wyatt anymore was propped in a corner. The room was frozen in time from Wyatt’s teenage years.

Wyatt closed the door behind us, where I broke out in laughter, seeing dozens of stickers on the back of the door. They ranged from tractors, poets, famous quotes, football, and dirt bikes. “And how much trouble did you get in for that collage?” I teased.

“I don’t think they’ve seen it yet. No one ever comes in here anymore,” he grinned mischievously.

“Strangely, this is exactly what I expected teenage Wyatt’s room to look like,” I gestured to the stacks of books. I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced around the room. “So, what are we supposed to be looking for?” I asked.

The muffled music playing outside the window was the only sound for a few seconds, raising my suspicions. Turning to look at him, I cocked a brow. “Wyatt?”

An evil, amused smirk plastered across his lips as he stalked further into the room. “Poor girl, did you really think I was above fucking you here?” he mockingly pouted as if pitying my gullibility.

My eyes rounded, and I held up a finger at him in warning to stay back. “I think vile was the word you used, actually,” I shot back in disbelief. “Are you crazy?!”

Dismissing my scolding, he easily held my protective arm, removing my buffer between us. He wrapped his big arm around my back, pulling me against him. “No one will know,” he drunkenly assured.

“There’s not even a lock on the door,” I whispered, eyeing the door that could be opened randomly.

“Does that excite you?” he teased, holding my wrist as he ran my hand down his exposed abs.

Trying to ignore how tempting he was—and had been for the past few hours—I clung to the strand of self-control I had. “No,” I fibbed. I was a sicko; of course, the risk was compelling, but I’d throw myself off a cliff if anyone caught us.

Moving my hand to the massive bulge in his jeans, he tucked his head into the nape of my neck and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “Then why is your skin burning? I think you’re a dirty little liar, Odette,” he rasped against me.

Wetness slicked between my thighs as my knees trembled. I blamed the alcohol that I’d drunk, but really, I knew I was just a slut for them.

Letting my composure slip away, I gave in, palming his dick through his jeans. He was extremely hard, making my mouth water as I groped him.

Wyatt smirked against my neck, sighing in pleasure, sending hot air down my body.

Craving him in my mouth, I began lowering myself onto my knees. To my surprise, he wrapped his hand around my throat, pulling me back up. “We don’t have time, and if your tongue touches my cock, I’ll cum. Strip,” he ordered, stepping back from me and pulling his button-up off his arms.

He expected me to get all the way naked? If I kept my clothes on, at least I could attempt to cover myself, pulling my skirt back into place if someone walked in.

Confusing me, I watched as he grabbed the mirror and placed it flat on the floor, mirror up. He removed his belt and shook his head at me. “Do you want me to rip your clothes off of you?” he threatened. “Strip. Now.”

Playing with fate, I wiggled out of my skirt and pulled my sweater off. When I pulled the sweater over my head, Wyatt grabbed it and tossed it onto his bed. He reached behind me and effortlessly unclasped my bra. “Eager?” I joked despite my skin buzzing where his fingertips brushed.

Ignoring me, he fell to his knees, taking off my shoes and socks before hooking his hands around my panties and jerking them down my legs. He was impatient, and how much he wanted me turned me on.

Without warning, his mouth was against my pussy, eating me out unforgivingly as I stood on unstable legs. My mouth dropped open, and I quickly covered it with my hand, terrified that someone might hear. The other tangled in his disheveled hair.

His hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping me against his face as he devoured me. With how ravenous he was acting, you’d think he was drunk off me, not the whisky.

He pulled away from me, staying on his knees. “Get on your hands and knees over the mirror, Baby,” he instructed.

Glancing at the mirror, I immediately understood his vision and what he wanted. Oh... I was going to hell. As I lowered myself to the floor, he greedily grabbed my hips while I prepared myself for the absolute railing I was in for.

“Watch it go in,” Wyatt gruffed with burgeoning excitement.

In this position, I didn’t have the choice to look away. I could see everything. From my blissed-out expression, perked nipples, and long torso, to Wyatt’s dick slowly pushing into me—it was enchanting to take in.

Their anytime, anywhere promise was proving to be true.

Keeping my lips tightly sealed, I withheld my moans as he rocked into me. His bloodshot eyes were cast downward, watching my ass and whatever part of us he could in the mirror. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous...” he whispered the compliment.

A deep, throaty sigh escaped him as he lifted one of his legs, allowing himself to give me more of him. Fingertips tickled me as he just barely traced them up my spine, making me arch further onto him. The feather-like touch quickly turned rough as he placed his hand fully over my mouth. “Be a good girl for me and try not to scream,” he husked into my ear before sticking his middle finger into my mouth.

I didn’t know which excited me more, having his finger in my mouth or the sudden violent sloppy jerks as he roughly fucked into me. Either way, my two favorite holes were filled, and I was seeing stars.

Slutty muffled moans and the quiet slap of Wyatt’s hips against my ass filled the space. He swirled his finger around my tongue, numbing my senses—but most importantly, keeping me quiet.

My orgasm was quickly approaching, and my arousal dripped onto the mirror beneath us. Wyatt drunkenly chuckled, “Such a sloppy pussy, making a fucking mess everywhere,” he teased, and I blushed at my reflection.

A sinful smirk lifted across his mouth, and his eyes darkened. Shoving the mirror forward with his knee, I watched his reflection as he tilted his head. “Lick it clean,” he demanded, slowly removing his finger and hand from my lips.

My eyes rounded at the degrading request. Before I could protest, my pussy clenched around him with need, giving me away.

He moaned, pushing my head down to the mirror. A mixture of adrenaline and embarrassment flooded my system as I stuck my tongue out and licked my cum off the mirror, watching Wyatt’s reaction.

His dick twitched, and his lips parted, “Fuck me...” he rolled his eyes back as if he didn’t think I’d actually listen to him. “You’re so hot,” he groaned. Glancing at the bed, he leaned over and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jeans. He held the phone up before taking multiple pictures of me. “I’m not going to remember this, and I need to remember this,” he slurred an explanation. Not that I minded if he had a picture, I knew he’d never share it with anyone. Well, with three people as the exception.

I giggled before lifting my head again, seeing the mirror clean of any cum droplets. “Take as many as you’d like,” I flirted, rocking on my knees.

Keeping his phone above us, I didn’t know if he was taking pictures or a video as I lost myself in pleasure again.

“You’re going to make me cum, Baby. So fucking good—bad?” He corrected himself, seeming unsure.

“D-definitely bad,” I agreed as I came. My hand flew up to my mouth, pressing hard, silencing my moans.

“Shit, that’s it, Baby, keep rocking back on me like that,” he grunted. Meeting my thrusts, I felt him twitch as hot cum spilled inside me. “Fuck,” he whimpered one last time, struggling to keep quiet himself.

We stilled for a few moments, recovering from our highs. I shrunk down, resting my head against my arms as I caught my breath. “Woah,” was the only word that I could muster.

Drunk Cowboy Wyatt was something else .

He wrapped his arms around my chest, lifting my back to his front. He kissed my cheek several times with overexaggerated muah sounds. “So. Stupidly. Beautiful.” He chimed.

I giggled and turned to look at him. “You, Sir, are very drunk,” I teased.

His brows lifted as he slowly blinked. “Sir?” He repeated. “Are you trying to go round two?” He quipped.

Huffing a laugh, I shook my head. “Absolutely not.” I was far too scared to get caught—one round was all the risk I was willing to take. Also, I was anxious to check on a certain anatomy professor.

Wyatt surprisingly came prepared with wet wipes. We exited Wyatt’s room once we cleaned ourselves–and the mirror–of any evidence. I made sure to fix my hair and makeup in the bathroom before anyone saw me. Wyatt stayed in the kitchen with me, cracking jokes and sly teasing comments about our... encounter as I made Dominic a steaming hot cup of coffee. I’d watched him make it for himself what seemed like hundreds of times. I knew how he liked it—at least, I hoped I did.

Casually going our separate ways, Wyatt slipped out the back door as I exited the front.

Gravel crunched under my shoes as I walked through the darkness to the barn. The door was slightly ajar, and a small amount of light was coming from inside.

Careful not to spill any of the coffee, I slipped into the barn, my eyes landing on him instantly. He was sitting on a hay bale, his elbows on his knees as he watched the floor in front of him.

“Dominic,” I whispered into the quiet space, the music and voices from the party muffled.

His brows knitted as he lifted his head to look at me. Exhaustion was heavy in his eyes as they scanned my body. He tilted his head at me. “C’mere,” he ordered.

Eagerly accepting the invitation, I walked over and stood before him. His hands were covered in dried blood. “I brought you coffee,” I wiggled the mug in my hand.

A genuine smile spread across his mouth, surprising me. He stood up and walked over to a sink that looked like it was used exclusively to clean dirty barn supplies. Still, the streaming water and soap cleansed his hands from any blood until they were left scarred and bruised.

“I’m not in here to talk about what happened,” I started, knowing he probably didn’t want to live through it again. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He sat down on the hay again, taking the mug from me before he pulled me into his lap. “I’m just ashamed that you had to see me like that,” he placed a kiss against my head.

“Don’t be,” I pulled away to see his face. I shifted in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Dominic, you don’t have to hide any part of yourself from me,” I touched the ends of his hair as I spoke. “You had your reasons for doing what you did. If it bothered me, I would’ve looked away,” I promised.

His eyes softened as he ran his bruised hand through my hair. “I’m sorry that you got brought into it. He should have never even looked in your direction. I promise you’ll never see or hear from that man again.”

I understood the dynamic between Dominic and his father. From what I could tell, it was similar to mine and Charles’. Dominic obviously knew things about his father that no one else did. He wanted to protect others from him. It was a feeling I knew all too well.

I wanted to assure him that Court really didn’t say anything that raised any red flags to me, but I knew Dominic wouldn’t care. It wasn’t about what he might have said; it was the fact that he said anything to me at all.

There was nothing I could say to further comfort him, so I kissed him. It was the kind of kiss at the end of a romance film, where the guy gets the girl and there’s a happy ending. It was a passionate kiss that said, ‘I know. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.’

It was another one of those unspoken moments that I’d been experiencing with them lately. Wordlessly, we shared hidden emotions that neither of us could admit aloud.