26. WYATT

26

WYATT

"Saw Wren in the stands," Koa says as he slips on his shoes.

"Yeah." I smile thinking about the make out session we had in my truck before the game started. "She's coming over tonight." I pull a clean shirt over my head.

"Never thought I'd ever see you with a girlfriend."

I wince. "She's not my girlfriend. We're friends." I throw a few things into my duffle and add, "With benefits." I'm crossing my fingers and toes that she's enjoying said benefits enough to stick around this summer.

"Wren was cool with that?" Koa asks.

"Wren doesn't do relationships either. Never found the need for them. She wouldn't have said yes if I asked her to be my girlfriend or anything serious. We agreed to no strings attached over spring break."

"How's that working out for you?" Hart asks. There are only a few of us left in the locker room. Usually he is one of the first guys showered after the game and rushing out the door to see Lauren.

How is that working for me? Not good. I laugh. "There are so many strings I could do fucking macrame over here."

"What the fuck is macrame?" Hart's eyebrows scrunch together.

"It's when you take cord or yarn or whatever and knot it together to create art, a plant holder, jewelry, all kinds of things," Koa informs Hart.

"How do you know that?" Hart asks him.

"Syd got into making them for a little while. She has a giant wall hanging and a few holders for her plants." He shrugs.

"That's great. Now, back to me," I say. "Should I tell Wren I want more?" Asking her to be my girlfriend feels wrong. Not because I don't want to be exclusive with her. Fuck, I am exclusive with her. I've bent and broken every rule I've ever had for this girl.

I'm not ready to book a church and call the preacher, but the word girlfriend doesn't feel like a big enough title for what she means to me.

I know something happened when she went home to visit her parents a few weeks ago. I expected our relationship to change when we got back to school. I knew our lives would take over once we left the little bubble we created on the farm.

I'm busy with practice and traveling for games. She has her tutoring gig that is monopolizing more of her time than I would like.

There's something off beyond our busier schedules. Call it gut instinct or intuition or my newfound ability to hear Wren speak in her silence .

Anytime I ask what's bothering her, she shuts me out and says everything is fine. I know my girl. She is keeping something from me. Just like the day she was crying over that movie she was watching with Lenny. There was something else going on then too.

Wren doesn't break down, but to have her cry in front of me stirred up a whole new set of feelings. It about broke my heart to see her upset like that.

"Can you do long distance? She lives in Georgia," Koa says, giving me information I'm well aware of.

"She can always move." I throw my bag over my shoulder. "She knows where I'll be. She was the one who encouraged me to stay home in the first place. Wren wouldn't have done that unless she was okay with living there too."

"Or if she had no intention of the two of you being more than something to pass the time. She has dreams of her own just like you do," Hart says.

"Way to kill the vibe," I grumble. Wren is ambitious. It's one of the things I love about her. We head out of the locker room to find the girls waiting for us outside near the parking lot.

"If you want her, tell her." Hart gives one final piece of advice before he goes to Lauren.

He's right. I need to say something. But bringing it up will change everything. I'm not ready for her to call it quits and walk away if it's not what she wants.

It's a worry for another day. Right now Wren looks edible in a black tank top and jean shorts. I'm happy to see they have made it into her campus wardrobe.

I greet Wren with a kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck. I let my bag drop to the ground. Pulling her closer, I revel in the way she melts against my chest.

"Hi, birdie," I mumble into her neck as I inhale her sweet perfume.

"Hi. You looked good out there."

My hand roams up her side, until I reach her boobs. I really like playing with these. I run my thumb under the cup of her bra and her body responds to me immediately.

"I wanted to look good for my girl."

"I bet she was impressed." Wren fingers comb through my hair.

"I have a few more things I can impress you with." I bite her ear. "Let's go home." I pick up my bag and take her hand.

"How did your coach take the news about not entering the draft?"

I squeeze her hand. It was a conversation I wasn't looking forward to having but I'm glad it's out of the way. "I don't think he was surprised. He scouted me. He knows my story. Family has always been a priority."

"How do you feel now that everyone knows?"

I place my hand on her thigh once we're situated in my truck. I don't know how to drive without my hand resting here. "Relieved. The pressure I've felt building the past year is gone. As soon as I committed to my family, I could breathe, birdie. I have been drowning for years. I was finally able to break through the surface and take a breath."

"Do you think you'll miss playing? I'm going to miss seeing you out there," Wren says, unabashedly.

"I won't miss the sore shoulder after every game. I can always play in the beer league in town if I ever feel like throwing the ball around." Sometimes I think it would be nice to build a field on the farm for kids to come play or host charity games.

"For the record," Wren says while she waits for me to unlock the front door. I open the door for her and she walks in under my arm. "You look even hotter when you're hauling hay." She tosses the words over her shoulder.

I drop my bag by the door and chase after her. Before she can reach the stairs I throw her over my shoulder like I would a bale of hay. "Tell me more." I smack her ass making her squeal.

"I will but first you need to get naked." She pushes her hand down the back of my shorts and smacks my ass back.

"Jesus. Fuck, birdie." I jump when her finger hits my asshole, making me trip. Her giggle is her only saving grace. Otherwise I would punish her for making me almost fall down the stairs while I'm carrying her.

"Can you put me down please? All the blood in my body is rushing to my head."

"I can relate," I say, sliding her down my body. "I need you naked and on my bed." I tear my shirt off over my head and throw it onto the floor along with my shorts and underwear. Wren looks at the pile of clothes strewn all over the room. "We'll get it later, birdie. Arms up. "

She raises her arms and I strip her of her tank top and bra. She slips out of her shoes while I work on her shorts and underwear.

I jump onto the bed and lay down, making myself comfortable. "Come sit on my face, I'm hungry." Wren walks to me with confidence. I've always loved this about her. Not a shy bone in her body, but she saves it all for me.

She straddles my thighs and takes my cock in her hand. With a firm grip she begins to stroke me. Damn I love it when her hands are on me. She knows exactly where to put more pressure. "Shouldn't I be the one rewarding you? You had the win today."

"This is rewarding me." I take her hand in mine and help her get into position. "Now, hold on to the headboard and tell me what else I do around the farm that makes you wet."

"We could be here a while," she sasses.

"I've got all night, baby."

Fuck, this view is everything. Blue eyes peer down at me over the curve of her breasts. I slide my hands up her torso and cup them in my palm. Her head drops back elongating her neck.

Wrapping my hand gently around the base of her throat I say, "Start talking." I run my thumb over the length of her neck as she swallows. The simple movement makes my cock thicken even more.

I grasp her hips and position her over my face. She hovers for a moment before fully seating herself. Fucking heaven .

I run my tongue through her center. Her moan sends a direct message to my dick. I bite her thigh when she stays silent. She inhales a sharp breath. As much as I love all the little noises she likes to make, I need her words right now.

"Talk or I'll bite you again."

"Your shirts," she says. I flick my tongue against her clit. "The ones that are ripped down the side. I like that I can see all your muscles through the big hole." She grinds down against my face hoping I'll stay on her clit. I know exactly where my girl needs me but I'm not going to give it to her too soon. She's going to have to work for this one.

"Hats," she moans. "Baseball caps or the cowboy hat. I don't care. When you take your shirt off and tuck it into the back pocket of your jeans." She gasps when I dip my tongue into her tight hole.

I lap at her skin, trying to get every last drop. She chases after her orgasm, completely forgetting about our deal. When I start to lift her up she fights against me. "What are you doing? I was close."

"I know. I'll take care of ya, but you have to be a good girl and keep talking."

Her frustrated growl is so fucking cute and turns me on even more.

"Hammering fence posts, mending the roof, playing with the goats." She gasps. "Wyatt," she draws out my name on a moan. Pressing down on my face, she stretches into my tongue, putting even more pressure onto her clit. "Oh, God," she moans .

Without giving her a moment to recover, I flip her on to her back. I have a condom on before she can blink and I'm sliding inside of her. Nothing feels as good as being inside Wren and having her come on my cock.

Her fingers run through my hair guiding me as I kiss and nibble on her skin. "You know what gets me hot?" I ask, slowing my pace.

"What?" Her hips flex, urging me to speed up, but I won't give her what she wants. I'm in charge right now.

"Your shorts. Your legs fucking drive me nuts." I squeeze the outside of her thigh. "The way your hair blows in the wind. The way your ass looks in a pair of jeans. Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes." Her eyes burn into mine.

"The way you think. You're so smart. Fuck, it's hot the way your brain works. When you sing while you do laundry. I can barely hear you but it gets me hard every time." I work my hips faster. If she keeps clenching around me like she is, I'm not going to last much longer.

"The way you smell." I dip my face into her neck. "The way you pretend that I annoy you."

"I'm not pretending," she rasps. The slight tilt to her lips tells me otherwise.

"Birdie, I know you're lying." I lean back to switch up the angle. "And even if I do annoy you." Thrusting into her harder, I say, "You love it. Are you going to give me another one?" I ask, stroking my thumb over her sensitive clit.

She nods and locks her legs around my waist. Driving into her deeper with this position, my spine starts to tingle and my balls tighten. "Fuck, Wren." I pump into her a few more times as she tightens and spasms around me.

I hold her for a minute then give her one more kiss before pulling out and going to the bathroom to clean up. A few moments later, Wren pops the door open joining me.

"What are you wearing?" I stop in my tracks. She has on that damn Newhouse baseball jersey. "You need to take that off." I'm seconds from losing it. I know she is not wearing that motherfucker's jersey after I was just inside her.

"Are you sure?" She bites her bottom lip. She's lucky she's so fucking cute.

"Yes, birdie. Take it off."

"Fine." She sighs, turning around to change.

I don't know why she turns around. She's never hid her body from me, but then I see it. My last name is on her back.

"Stop." I take a deep breath. "Leave it. Please," I beg.

She freezes with her arms half raised over her head. She smirks at me over her shoulder. "I can't believe they were right. You realize this is crazy?"

"Don't give a fuck. You look so fucking hot right now." I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me. "Come on, I need you again."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I'm running out of days where I'll be able to do this." I don't want to think about how true that statement is. Graduation hangs over my head like an anvil waiting to drop.

Is that when we say goodbye? How do I get her to fight for something with me? Because I'm willing to tear apart anyone who tries to steal her away.