18. WYATT

18

WYATT

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" Ford asks, taking a seat in the rocking chair beside me.

"Getting some fresh air." After dinner, my dad pulled out the Scrabble board which is apparently the equivalent to catnip for Wren. I left her side a half hour ago to come out here and think.

From the kiss last night to seeing her sleeping in my bed, my head is spinning. I want her, but she's not mine to keep, and that's worrisome. I'm not one to get caught up with feelings, but it hasn't stopped them from showing up anyway.

"You're thinking pretty hard over there."

"Wren's engaged," I blurt out. "I keep thinking that no matter what happens between us, she's getting married to another man."

"Shit. This guy doesn't care if she's spending a week with you?"

I shake my head. "Technically they aren't even getting engaged until this summer. It's some kind of archaic arranged marriage bullshit." I don't have all the details. I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. I figured she would tell me if she wanted to.

"Tell me how you really feel." He snickers but quickly stops when he sees me glaring at him. "What do you want to happen?"

Good question. I want to have sex with her. The need to be inside her is almost paralyzing. I want to feel her come around my cock and see her face when she falls apart because of me. I bet she's fucking beautiful.

Then I think of what my life would be without her snarky comments, her sticky notes and lists, her complaining about my laundry, or her getting after me about the way I eat. There's a void. I feel hollow without her.

"I want her," I admit. In every way possible.

"Can you fuck her and then let her go to live a life with another man?" Ford asks.

Can I? It's what I've done with every relationship in the past. Is she that different?

"Maybe." That's what I tell my brother, but the truth is to me she is different. She stands out in a crowd. In every room, I am drawn to her.

"She's your friend. If you only want to sleep with her, do some kind of friends with benefits thing." He shrugs. "Keep feelings out of it. You're leaving to go play baseball after graduation anyway."

I tense at the thought of not coming back home and running the farm with my family. How am I going to be able to sign a contract and stay away for another three to five years? That seems easier than keeping things casual with Wren.

"Does that kind of relationship work for you?"

Ford looks up at the stars. "I can't risk any kind of relationship. Not now. Maybe not ever. I'm not putting Lenny through that again. I don't need her thinking someone leaving has anything to do with her. She comes first."

"You don't think it would mess up our friendship?"

"Set up ground rules. Make sure you are both on the same page. Hell, have a safe word." He chuckles. "Pick an end date and know that you can stop at any time and go back to the way it was before. Put her in charge."

"She'll love that." I grin thinking about Wren writing up all the rules to this arrangement. I was ready to dive in dick first last night, but maybe setting up some parameters is a good idea. "Thanks, Ford."

"Not sure I said anything helpful but keep it down tonight. I don't need Lenny asking me what all the animal noises are inside the house again."

"That was Colt, not me," I say, pointing a finger at him.

"What was me?" Colt asks, stepping onto the porch to join us.

"The guy who had sex with the girl who sounds like a dying cow when she's fucking," Ford answers. "Lenny had so many questions."

"She wasn't that bad," Colt attempts to defend himself but he can't keep a straight face. We all start laughing. "I came out here to tell you that Wren went upstairs for bed. She was getting tired."

I shoot up from the rocking chair so fast it crashes against the house.

"Have a good night," Ford shouts, as I rush inside and up the stairs. I can hear their laughter with every step until I reach my room.

I open the door slowly not wanting to startle Wren. When I walk inside, the room is empty but the water is running in the bathroom. I sit on the bed and wait for her to come out. I could use the time to get my head on straight.

Am I really going to propose a friends with benefits situationship? Could we do it? Will she be offended if I don't want more? Because I would ask for all of her, if things were different.

Is that what she meant too when she said she wishes things were different? That we could try if she wasn't stuck with her engagement arrangement?

The bathroom door clicks open pulling me from my thoughts. Wren walks out wearing a silky blue pajama set with tiny shorts and a top with white buttons. Fucking hell . I groan and drop my head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Hey," she says, turning her back to me and starts messing with her phone. Is she stalling? I know she can feel my eyes on her by the way she bounces from foot to foot. Either that or she needs to pee again .

"I'm going to get ready for bed." I hop off the bed. Reaching around her, I pull some underwear out of my drawer. I run a finger along the hem of her shorts. "I like these."

I take a quick shower, take a piss, and brush my teeth. She is still checking something on her phone when I walk back into the bedroom but does a double take when she sees me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" she asks, scolding me.

"I'm wearing my pajamas."

"Those are not pajamas. These are pajamas." She gestures to her clothing. "You are wearing underwear. Those go under your actual pajamas. If you are trying to change my mind about messing around in your parents' house, you will have to try harder than that."

"I'm not trying anything. This is what I sleep in." Hooded eyes follow my hand as I run it over my abs and further down to readjust my cock. She is making me hard just by having her eyes on me. Her little shorts are doing a good job of spurring me on too.

She chews on her lip absentmindedly and I want to pluck it out from between her teeth. I resist the urge to step up behind her and pull her ass against me. It would be nice to ease some of the pressure. My poor dick is angry. Instead I walk over to my side of the bed and make a show of pulling down the covers.

I lay down on my back and put my hands behind my head. I'd close my eyes but then I'd miss my little bird being fit to be tied. Her chest heaves as she zones out staring at the bed. That head of hers is going a mile a minute right now.

She said I have to keep my hands to myself while we're in my mama's house but there is no way I'm sleeping next to her every night and not touching her.

I'll give her tonight. Let her get a good night's sleep. Then tomorrow we're going to have a conversation about how we're going to do this. I'll see what she thinks about a friends with benefits relationship.

It's not what I want with her, but it's likely all she's willing to give. I'm not going to get my feelings wrapped up in her any more than they already are knowing she's going to run off after graduation with another man.

But if I can have her for a little while…

"Is it really comfortable sleeping in your underwear? You don't feel weird being almost naked?" she asks, moving closer to the bed.

"Oh yeah." I rub a hand down my chest with exaggerated movements. "The sheets are soft and cool against my skin. I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight."

"Just stay on your side of the bed with all that." She gestures toward my crotch which is at half-mast tenting the sheets.

"Don't worry. I'll be a good boy."

"Good because now I'm curious." She slips her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and shimmies them down her legs.

My heart is beating so loud it's all I can hear as I start to pant.

The hem of her pajama top covers just enough of her body to make you wonder what she's wearing underneath. "I want to see if the sheets feel as good as you claim they are." She starts unbuttoning her shirt.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I panic as she continues her striptease. It was going to be hard enough staying on my side of the bed when she was wearing clothes. Now she's standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of blue lace panties. Fuck .

"Following your slumber party dress code. You make sleeping in your underwear sound so cozy." She shimmies her shoulders making her tits jiggle. I've just entered the seventh circle of hell. She slides into bed and I'm knocked back with a tidal wave or her delicious scent.

"Oooh this is nice," she says, burrowing further under the covers. She removes her glasses and places them on the bedside table.

"This isn't funny," I grumble.

"What are you talking about? You started it. I want to sleep like a baby too." She leans forward, letting the sheet drop enough for me to see the fullness of her breasts, and kisses me on the cheek. "Goodnight, Wyatt."

I grab her by the back of the neck before she can get too far. My kiss isn't pretty. It's punishing. This girl gets me so wound up I can't see straight and I have to force myself to pull away from her.

"Goodnight, birdie," I say, with my forehead pressed against hers. Laying back down I try to get comfortable. It isn't easy considering how hard my dick is at the moment.

"You can't kiss me like that and then roll over and go to sleep." She props herself up on an elbow. "You said you weren't going to kiss me again until I'm naked and pressed against you. I'm halfway there." She yanks the blanket down exposing her chest.

"Fucking hell," I curse under my breath. This woman is always pushing me to my limits. I mimic her stance and edge closer to her. "And you said you didn't want to do anything in my mama's house."

"I guess we both said things we didn't mean."

"I meant what I said. I'm trying to be respectful of what you were asking of me."

"I'm getting a little tired of this gentlemen act," she says, moving a little closer. I'm trying to do the right thing here. We should talk about this first. I've never been a talk first kind of guy, but with her I feel it might be necessary.

"We need to go to sleep. We've got an early morning," I say, gripping the covers to keep my hands from wandering up her thighs and caressing her tits that I've been dying to touch.

"We should." She slides over and pushes her body against mine.

"Birdie," I warn. My hand finds her hip. Instead of pushing her away, I bring her even closer. "Is this what you want?" I flip her on her back and rub my growing erection against her pussy.

Her hands grip my shoulders and she rolls her hips against my cock, causing a moment of temporary blindness.

"Wyatt," she pleads.

I capture her lips and she responds eagerly. Sliding my palm up her side, I don't stop until I've reached her breast and massage it in my hand. I have to stop kissing her for a moment to recenter myself. I'm finally touching the body that's been the star of every fantasy I've had the past few months.

Now she's here. She's real and soft and warm.

I kiss and lick her neck as I slowly make my way down to her chest. Her fingers thread through my hair as she guides my head down her body. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and rake my teeth over the tight little bud.

She grinds into me again and it sets me on the edge of an orgasm. "Shit, birdie." I lift my hips out of reach and rest my head on her chest for a moment to compose myself. "Give me a second."

I slide off of her and trap one of legs under mine.

"What are you doing?" she asks, as her fingers graze up and down my back. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm not stopping." My hand drifts down her stomach, stopping short just below her belly button. I spread my fingers and dip my pinky under the lace of her underwear. Slowly, I tease her by moving my pinky lower and lower.

"Do you still want me to touch you, birdie?" My fingers are waiting and ready to sink into her wet pussy .

"Yes. Please," she begs her eyes not leaving mine. I'm not sure how much she can see without her glasses on. It's for the best. I don't need her to see exactly how much she affects me. I'm sure I look like a mad man with how bad I want her.

Gently I dip a finger inside her tight cunt, stretching her. I graze a finger over her clit and her hips rock against my hand. Her thigh pushes against my dick and I have to bite back a curse. If she keeps it up, I'm going to come before she does.

"I knew you'd be a good girl. So wet for me." Her little whimpers and moans get louder. I kiss her to keep her quiet. I don't need Ford or anyone else in the house hearing how hot my little bird sounds when she's fucking my fingers.

"Are you going to come for me?" I add a second finger and continue to pump into her while adding a little bit of pressure to her clit with my thumb. "That's it, birdie. You look so pretty falling apart for me," I say as her orgasm crashes over her.

Her hair fans the pillow and her eyes slowly close as she continues her fall into bliss. She bites down on her lip and… fuck . The sight of her and the pressure of her thigh against my cock has me cumming in my underwear and seeing stars. I would be embarrassed if I wasn't so turned on.

I kiss her again before I remove my fingers from inside her. I put them in my mouth and suck them clean. Damn she tastes good. "Next time, I'm getting it straight from the tap. I'll be right back."

"You don't want me…" she gestures toward my crotch.

"You already did." I pop a kiss on her forehead then leave for the bathroom, grabbing a new pair of underwear on my way. I give her a wink over my shoulder. I didn't think she could see, but her giggles tell me she knows enough.

I'm so fucked.

Wren's hair tickles my nose. It's still dark outside, and the sun has yet to start waking up. I've been laying here for an hour, savoring the feel of Wren in my arms and her head on my chest. She found her way to me at some point in the middle of the night.

I should have called her out on it but having her warm, almost naked body draped over mine was not something I was willing to give up just to rub it in her face. Her leg is hitched over my thigh and I trace a line with my finger from the hem of her panties to her knee.

I don't want to leave her but I have to get up or my brothers will start banging on the door; I can already smell the coffee starting to brew. We have a full day of work ahead of us.

With a deep sigh, I push her hair off her face and lightly brush my lips on her forehead before sliding out from underneath her. For a moment, I think she might wake up but she settles easily on my pillow. Her breathing deepens as she inhales my scent I've left behind.

Could it always be this good? I think as I throw on jeans and an old T-shirt. Waking up early every morning with my woman in my arms. Getting to do the work I love with the woman I…

Do not finish that thought.

I glance back at her one last time. The sheets barely cover her ass exposing her bare back and one of her legs stretches out from underneath the covers like it is dying for fresh air.

I don't know if I'm in love with her yet. I've never been in love before. I don't know what it feels like. I'm willing to bet it feels something like this. But I'll be damned if she doesn't make me want to be a better man so she'll fall in love with me.