9. Wyatt

9

wyatt

J osie’s heated, heavy-lidded eyes peer up at me as I hold myself above her, my forearm planted on the soft fur of the rug beneath us and the pad of my finger tracing a rosy pink nipple illuminated by firelight.

Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this very moment so many times, her laid out beneath me with a halo of dark hair spread around her, her sated expression after I devoured her.

A breathy moan pushes past her lips, and her hips rock, brushing against my cock, which is already weeping after just… tasting her.

“I can’t get over how stunning you are, Josie,” I murmur, rolling her taut nipple between my fingers, never taking my eyes off hers. “Fucking perfection.”

Even in just the dim light of the fire, I see her cheeks turn pink, and I grin.

I continue to tease her nipples with my fingers and my tongue, flicking the tip over each peak until she’s squirming against me again, the smallest movement that has a heady dose of arousal trickling down my spine.

My hips snap forward, sending my cock jutting against her pussy, which is still glistening from her orgasm, and a soft whimper pushes past her lips. Her hands fly to my shoulders, her nails creating crescents on my skin from how tightly she’s planted her fingers.

“Wyatt…” The breathless moan has my balls tightening.

“I love when you say my name like that, honey. Fuck. I want you to scream it while my cock is buried inside of you.”

Her eyes darken as she draws her plump, thoroughly kissed bottom lip between her teeth and gives me a wicked smile. “Then get inside of me, honey .”

I’ve seen many different versions of the woman beneath me, but the bold, confident, ask-for-what-she-wants version? Yeah, I think it just might be my favorite.

Shit, I’m so crazy about her. Out of my mind for her. Anticipation and raw desire course through me as her hips roll, trying to press her pretty pink little pussy against my straining erection.

A low hum vibrates in my throat when she flattens her hands along my abdomen and slowly trails her fingers lower, the muscles coiling and tightening from her touch.

I’m nearly shaking, my control fraying at the edges, the moment her hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts and she curves her soft palm over my dick, squeezing tightly.

All while holding my gaze in a way that somehow feels more intimate than any moment we’ve ever shared together before.

Fuuuuuuck.

The sharp hiss that bursts from my throat echoes into the living room around us as she pumps my cock, sweeping her thumb over the head and gathering the precum, spreading it around and coating me.

There’s no way I’m lasting when I finally get inside of her. Not when I’ve been desperate for this, desperate for her, for so fucking long.

Josie Pearce will be my undoing. One that I will gladly accept.

I reach between us and drag my fingers through her pussy, coating my fingers with her creamy arousal before slipping them inside of her, using the pad of my thumb to circle her clit while I stroke her G-spot.

My gaze moves over her pliable body, admiring how easily my touch sets her on fire. Her back bows from the rug, and she cries out.

She’s already ready for me, but I want to play with her, get her writhing beneath me before I slide my cock inside of her.

Her pussy’s so damn pretty as she stretches around me, greedily pulling me in.

It only takes a few thrusts before she’s lifting her hips to meet my fingers. My hips flex into her hand of their own accord, my body rolling to meet the tight pump of her fist as she works me.

I’m fucking dizzy with how badly I need her.

I slip my fingers out of her, and her eyes fly open in protest. I just smirk as I bring them to my mouth and suck her juices off them as hungrily as I’d eaten her little pussy, cleaning every last drop.

“God, Wyatt, please, fuck me,” she moans. “Now.”

Hearing her begging me to fuck her is the true end of my restraint, the unraveling string now snapped into something desperate.

Together, we yank my shorts down my hips, and I manage to pull them off. The tip of my cock drags through her wetness in the process, causing us to both groan in unison.

“I need to grab a con?—”

Josie shakes her head, stopping me. “I’m covered, if you’re okay with it…”

Holy fucking hell. Sliding inside of her… bare ?

There’s no way this is going to last long with this being the first time we’ve been together in eight years. I’m going to come as fast as I did when I was a damn teenager.

Shoving a rough swallow down my throat, I nod, gripping the base of my cock. “I’m good too. Are you sure?”

I don’t take my eyes off her, needing to not just hear the affirmation in her words but also see it in her eyes.

This is important to me, to us , and I’m determined to get it right this time.

Her face softens. “I’m sure , Wyatt.” Emotion shines back at me, and it tells me everything I need to know. That this moment means as much to her as it does to me.

My exhale is a shudder as my fist tightens around my cock, and I drag it through her folds, coating the head of it with her arousal and bumping it against her clit before lining up with her entrance. I push forward the slightest amount, barely even a breath, and the head of my cock slips inside.

Her breath hitches, and I lower my mouth to hers, capturing her lips and swallowing down her moan as the wet, tight heat of her pussy envelops my cock. Pleasure bursts behind my eyes as I slowly thrust inside of her until I’m buried to the hilt, so deep that I lose track of where she ends and I begin.

I pause, giving her a second to adjust, but I never stop kissing her, our tongues tangling together feverously.

I pull back, staring down at her, trying to memorize every single second of this moment. My gaze catalogs her swollen lips, her stuttering breath, the pretty pink flush of her cheeks, her pebbled nipples.

She’s a vision, an actual fucking dream.

She’s mine.

When I feel her nails bite into my back, I withdraw and slowly sink inside of her again, this time rolling my hips and watching as her eyes roll back and she arches, pushing herself further down on my cock.

The rough pad of my thumb finds her clit, and I circle it in slow, deliberate motions as I set a pace of thrusts, slow and deep, each one harder than the last.

Being inside of her without a barrier, a feeling we’ve never experienced together in the past, and it’s indescribable.

Euphoria like I’ve never imagined existed.

“Fuck, honey, you feel so good wrapped around me,” I rasp, my voice hoarse with need.

Josie’s hands slide down the expanse of my back to my ass, where she pulls me deeper into her, hitching her leg higher on my side. “Tell me what you need.”

Her words tumble out breathlessly. “More. Please.”

I strum her clit faster as she clings to me, my thrusts turning hard, deep, quick,both of us barreling towards a climax that I already know is going to change my life. That’s going to change the trajectory of every thought I have. Permanently.

“Come for me, honey. Milk my cock so I can come inside of you,” I pant, flexing my hips deep and rolling them, reaching resistance. “I want to watch it drip out of you.”

“Don’t stop,” she pleads on a trembling breath. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m never stopping, honey. Let go. Come for me.”

I feel the familiar tug in my spine, my balls drawing tight and desperate for release.The moment I feel Josie’s pussy tighten around me, pulling me impossibly deeper into heras her orgasm surges through her, I come on a ragged grunt, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. I fill her pussy with every drop of my cum as she spasms so tightly around me that my vision dances while she cries out my name over and over and over.

My thrusts slow into a languid rock of my hips, unable to break the physical connection between us as I stare down at the beautiful woman beneath me who looks as thoroughly fucked as I feel.

“Wow,” she says after a moment. “That was…”

“Everything,” I supply for her, stilling inside of her. Dipping my head down, I press a sweet, lingering kiss to her mouth, to the corner of her lip, the tip of her nose, and lastly, her forehead.Gently, I pull out of her, already mourning the loss of feeling her wrapped around me. “That was everything , Josie.”

We stay just like this for a moment, just breathing together, soaking in the quiet stillness of what just happened.

Until I lower myself onto my side and ghost my fingers along the center of her chest, over her tit to her peaked nipple, circling it.

Her dark eyes hold mine as she grins, sitting up and pushing me onto my back on the rug and straddling my cock, which is still glistening with our shared release.

“Now… it’s my turn.”

chapter ten

wyatt

“Your snowman looks like it has a dick , you idiot.”

One thing that seems to have stayed exactly the same while I was gone is that the Pearce household is and probably always would be pure chaos.

Sitting here surrounded by Josie’s older brothers, her parents, and now Jackson’s new fiancée, Emma, it feels just like the time I spent here when we were teenagers. Except instead of letting her brothers give her shit, Josie Pearce is giving it right back, and I’ve never been so proud of my girl.

Lucy giggles. “Daddy, he said di?—”

Josie puts her hand over her mouth, cutting Lucy off from repeating what her brother Jude said while shooting him a look that says she might actually kill him.

I chuckle, and then she pins the same look on me, so I promptly snap my mouth shut.

“Jude, I swear to Saint Nicholas himself, if you don’t watch your mouth, I’m making you leave!” Josie warns as she drops her hand from Lucy’s mouth. “Ma, tell him, please.”

Josie’s mom narrows her gaze at Jude, lifting a brow. “She’s right. We’ve got a little one here tonight, so I expect all of you to watch your mouths. Not just Jude.”

Her pointed gaze even drags to mine.

Damn, Mama Pearce is still as fierce as she was back then. Soft on the outside and sweet as anyone I’d ever met, but when you push her… well, I wouldn’t actually know because I knew better back then, and I sure as hell know better now.

“Jos, Wyatt, want another glass of eggnog?” Emma calls from the doorway, lifting a glass.

I shake my head. “Nah, I’ve got to drive, but thank you.” Josie looks hesitant, like she’s worried about saying yes, so I lean forward and dip my head toward her ear. “Have another glass, honey. I’ll drive you home.”

When my lips brush against the shell of her ear, she trembles. “I-I’ll have one. Thank you, Emma.” Her words are slightly breathless, making me grin.

I pull back, entirely too fucking pleased that I have her cheeks flushed.

“Hey, Lucy, do you think you could help me carry the cookies we made in here?” Mama Pearce asks her, and she nods enthusiastically, bounding out of her chair to follow her into the kitchen.

The second she’s gone, Josie turns to me, peering through her thick lashes as she leans forward. “ Behave , Wyatt Owens.”

And then I feel her hand slowly sliding along the top of my jean-clad thigh toward my cock, and my knee shoots up, banging noisily against the underside of the kitchen table. All of the gingerbread supplies on top jostle with the motion, and every single one of her brothers turns to stare at us.

Fuuuuuck.

Josie shifts beside me, giggling quietly, and I shoot her a pointed glare. This damn girl.

She makes me crazy. Crazy about her, crazy because of her.

The last thing I want is all of her wild-ass brothers on me because I’m getting hard for their baby sister under the damn gingerbread table.

A few minutes later, Lucy and Mrs. Pearce, followed by her husband, Ed, stride through the entryway carrying a platter of cookies. Lucy’s face is bright with excitement as she plucks one off the top after setting it on the kitchen table and rushes over to me.

“Look, Daddy, I made this one!” She holds up what I think is… an elf? Maybe riding a reindeer? It’s frosted with a handful of sprinkles on the bottom part only.

Not sure, but either way, she’s so damn proud of it.

“Great job, bug,” I say as I lean forward and take a bite out the side. “Mmmm. Tastes as good as it looks.”

I hear Josie laughing beside me, and Lucy turns to her, offering her the rest of the cookie. She takes a bite, moaning around a mouthful. “Wow, Lucy, I think you might make the best cookies ever.”

“Really?” Lucy asks, unable to keep the excitement from her words. “You mean it?”

Josie nods. “Yes, definitely.”

She’s always encouraging Luce and making her feel great about the things she does, and fuck, it makes me fall for her a little more each time. Every time I see her interacting with my daughter is like a shot directly to my heart. She’s genuine and kind and clearly cares about her, whether I’m around or not.

It means everything to me, and I want her to know it.

“Are you ready to build our gingerbread gala submission?” Josie asks her, leaning forward and tucking a stray piece of Lucy’s strawberry blonde hair that’s escaped from her braid out of her eyes. “This one is worth two points, so we’ve gotta work reallllly hard.”

Lucy’s expression sobers as she nods. “Yes. I’m going to be extra careful.”

“That’s my girl,” Josie says. “Me and your dad can get started on the super-hard part, but then it’s up to you to help me put it all together.”

Before Lucy can respond, Jude cuts in. “Hey, Luce? Wanna help me with the gumdrop garland? I’ve gotta make sure I have a better gingerbread house than Josie because I always beat her, every year. Not very fair she has you helping her out.”

Lucy’s lips curve into a cheeky smile that shows her missing front tooth, and Josie’s eyes roll, but I can see that she’s trying not to smile at Jude’s constant teasing.

Not only is tonight a task to check off of the competition list, but for as long as I can remember, the Pearce family has had an annual gingerbread house family competition, so a submission for the Gingerbread Gala being on the list this year worked out perfectly.

Two gingerbread competitions, one house.

Of course, all of the Pearces have easily fallen to Lucy’s charm. She is the cutest kid on the planet, even though I guess I’m slightly biased. It’s nice to have Lucy be around them because they’ve always been a tight-knit family. Even back when I was a teenager, every time I was here, I always felt like I was right at home.

I fit right into the chaos, and I loved it then.

And I love it still. It’s only a bonus that now my daughter gets to be here too.

“Not sure you want me to do the building part, Jos,” I whisper next to her ear once Lucy runs off to help Jude, leaving us alone at our end of the table. Josie’s slightly bent over the blank canvas of gingerbread, the corner of her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she focuses in intense concentration. “My fingers are better used in other places.”

Her eyes widen, and her head whips to me as I lean back slightly. “You are incorrigible, Wyatt, my gosh.”

I chuckle. “Can’t help it. You make me that way. I can’t stop thinking about the other night, honey. The way you rode my co?—”

My words die on my tongue as she shovels a handful of sprinkles in my mouth, her brown eyes wide and her cheeks stained pink.

“Wyatt!” she sputters.

If her eyes hadn’t darkened and her chest wasn’t slightly heaving, I might be convinced she’s mad, but nah, my girl’s turned on.

Hell, I am too, just thinking about the entire night I spent making her come until she was a limp mess beneath me, unable to even hold her eyes open. Fuck, she was magnificent. A work of art that no one will ever fucking see the way I did ever again.

“God, you two are making me nauseous,” Jackson complains gruffly. I glance over and see Emma elbowing him in the side, and he lets out a grunt. “Fuck, baby, they are!”

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” Jude quips from his side of the table. “I never thought I’d see the day again where you were back together. Good thing we all love Wyatt.”

Josie opens her mouth to speak, then snaps it shut as her gaze cuts to Lucy. “We’re… That… We’re not together. We’re just friends. Doing the Christmas List competition.”

Even though we haven’t defined us , and I haven’t wanted to push too hard after the other night and make her retreat… it still stings hearing that we’re only friends coming out of her mouth.

Not when it feels like so much more.

When whatever’s happening between us feels like everything .

“Y’all leave Josie alone now. Quit being nosy,” Mr. Pearce interjects before anyone else can add to the conversation, and I watch as immediate relief floods Josie’s face. She goes back to working on her gingerbread without sparing me another glance.

As much as I want to have this talk, I know now is not the time or place to have it, so I get to work adding the icing to pieces of the gingerbread house.

I also wasn’t bullshitting when I said this is not my strong suit, and most of the icing ends up on the table rather than the gingerbread.

It doesn’t take long before Josie’s groaning. “Wyatt, you realize that the icing goes on there, right?” Lifting a brow, she gestures to the cookie that’s admittedly a fucking mess.

“I’m aware, honey, but I don’t have a steady hand,” I say, cocking my head. “I could watch?”

She huffs. “No, we have to work together. There’s no way I can finish this thing by myself.”

Lucy is still working with Jude, and every time I look up at her, she seems to be sneaking another gumdrop into her mouth. I already warned her once that she’s going to end up with a stomachache if she doesn’t stop eating so much sugar.

Then Josie got this dreamy look on her face, sighing with a sweet smile. “You’re adorable when you’re being a cute, protective daddy.”

Clearly, she doesn’t think I’m still adorable now since I seem to be fucking up our chances of winning the Gingerbread Gala.

“Here, why don’t you work on the roof,” she says, pushing a small slab of chocolate my way. “Just put little lines that will make it look like shingles.”

My brow arches, and she sighs. “Just try, Wyatt.”

I almost forgot how competitive Josie could be, and I can’t stop the smile that splits my face. “You got it, honey .”

Working with the chocolate seems to be a little easier, so I find myself focused on the roof for several minutes. Once I’m finished, I get a glance of approval and a hint of a smile from Josie, so apparently, I didn’t fuck up this part too.

Lucy comes back over to our side of the table, helping Josie line the front of the gingerbread house with small bushes that she fashioned out of colored icing.

It’s actually starting to look like a house, which is surprising because every time I attempted to do this with Lucy in the past, I had a pile of iced gingerbread that we ended up eating just so it didn’t go to waste.

“Looks good, Jos,” I praise, taking to watching her put the finishing touches on the house. She glances over at me, my pulse racing when she gives me a sweet smile, her brown eyes lighting up.

“Thank you. It might actually be a winner. What do you think?”

I nod. “Of course.”

“Josie, what the hell is that?” Jensen blurts from across the table, his gaze trained on Josie’s gingerbread house.

Oh shit.

“What do you mean, what is that, Jensen? It’s a gingerbread house,” Josie says slowly, her eyes narrowed.

Jensen balks, lifting a dark brow. “Yeah, it looks like a brothel. Shit, sorry. A b-r-o-t-h-e-l,” he spells when Mrs. Pearce pins a pointed stare at him.

“Oh my God. Jude, cover Lucy’s ears.”

Jude reaches up behind Lucy and covers her small ears with his large hands, her toothless grin widening as she looks between Josie and Jensen.

“Jesus Christ, Jensen! It’s the house from Home Alone , you… twat!” Josie cries.

I bring my fist to my mouth to cover my laugh, feigning a cough because I do not want the wrath of Josie Pearce right now. Apparently, Jensen has zero self-preservation because Josie is turning red with how mad she is. She just spent the last two hours working on that gingerbread house, only for her brother to tell her it looks like a damn brothel.

Which is funny as hell, but I’m never going to admit that out loud.

“Yeah, that’s the Home Alone house if Marv and Harry were pimps , sis,” he scoffs.

Motherfucker.

Josie goes deathly still, her jaw set in a firm, tense line. I’m unsure of what’s going to happen next mostly because, well, my daughter’s present, and as sweet and gentle as my Josie girl is, she has her spitfire moments, and this sure as hell seems like one.

Finally, after the longest, most uncomfortable silence in the history of Christmas, Josie smiles. A wide grin that overtakes her entire face. “You know, Jensen… This is a family Christmas activity, so I’m going to refrain from saying what I’m thinking of saying, but I think now is as good of a time as any to tell Mom and Dad about your new girlfriend.”

Jensen’s eyes widen, and I watch as he visibly gulps.

“Jensen Pearce, new girlfriend? You have a new girlfriend that you didn’t tell us about? You know I’ve been telling you that I’m not getting any younger, and as the oldest of my boys, I hoped you’d settle down soon and give me some grandkids, and this whole time, you’ve been seeing someone… in secret?” Mrs. Pearce says with surprise written on her face. She brings a hand to her heart and clutches it.

“Ma, I’m sor—” he starts, but Josie cuts him off with a saccharine grin.

“Oh, and did I mention his new older girlfriend?”

Shots fired.

“Josie, God d—” he begins, but Josie throws a piece of gingerbread at him, where it lands with a splat on the front of his shirt. Promptly cutting him off.

“I told you to stop cursing in front of Lucy!” she says.

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t going to fu— Her ears are still covered!”

I’m watching the exchange between both of them alongside Jackson and Emma, who are both holding back their laughter, shaking their heads.

“Can I uncover my ears now?” Lucy says, and we all lose it. The breaking point of the chaos is my daughter, and it’s the perfect icebreaker for the tension between Jensen and Josie.

She has zero idea what’s going on, but she joins in with the laughter until Jameson scoops her off her feet and holds her in the air like an airplane as he runs around the kitchen.

And it’s right now that I realize how important this moment is, both for me and Lucy. How much we fit in with the Pearce family and how right it feels to be here again with Josie at my side along with my daughter.

It feels like this year is going to be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.

Both of us at home in Strawberry Hollow.

With Josie.