Say You Want Me(24)

“You can look,” he offers.

I shake my head. He’s so close. All I smell is his clean and musky scent around me. The steam from the shower billows around us, and my hormones kick to double time. “I’ve already seen you naked. It’s nothing to write home about.”

He shifts forward and nestles himself between my legs. “I think you’re lying, Big City. I think right now you want to look.”

My eyes flash open and I glare at him. “I’m looking.” My voice is laced with venom. “I see nothing I want to play with.” I push him back a little and hop off the sink. It’s too hot in here.

“No?” Wyatt steps forward, grips my wrist, and places my fingers against his chest. The heat from the shower and the feel of his skin under my palm sends a current through me. Oh God. I can’t breathe. His heart beats beneath my hand as his lips graze my cheek. “Are you cold?” he asks knowing damn well I couldn’t be. I curse the goose bumps that are giving me away right now.

“No.” The word escapes as a plea. I’ve been doing good. I’ve managed to keep my hands off him at night, my lips to myself, and my rules intact.

“Just checking.” He shrugs, looking completely unaffected.

Meanwhile, I’m a bundle of pent-up sexual tension.

“Asshole.”

“Your rules, honey.”

I huff and cross my arms. “Whatever.”

“Listen, Mama’s been quite busy today. She called and said we’re needed at dinner tonight.”

“Okay,” I say with apprehension.

“She said we better be there.” Wyatt kisses the side of my head as he passes.

I don’t know why she needs us there, but maybe she has more pie. “Will your dad be there?”

“No.” He cracks his neck. “He’s up in Nashville. You’ll meet him soon.”

“When are we going?”

“As soon as you get yourself ready. You know I should probably meet your parents, Ang. We’re kinda bound together.”

I let out a deep sigh and head into the bedroom. “I’m putting that off as long as possible.”

While he knows about my parents, I didn’t get too deep. I’m the youngest and by far the most challenging. I tested her at every turn, until she got sick at least. Then I became her caretaker for the most part. My father worked a lot, my brothers were away at college or too busy when they were home, but I was always there. I sat with her at the hospital while she got her chemo. I held her shoulders as she would get sick, and I shaved my head when she lost her hair.

You would think that would forge an unbreakable bond, but it didn’t. As soon as she went into remission, she practically erased all the time we spent together from her mind. It was as if every moment we shared vanished with the cancer. Since then, I’ve been on my own. I don’t want her to ruin this for me.

I know exactly how she’ll feel about my being pregnant. And Wyatt. My mother expects a certain type of man. She would not be able to find that value in one who works his ass off on a farm. When Todd brought Presley around, there were some ugly things said about where she grew up. Things that I know my brother did not take kindly to. While Todd and Josh can hold their tongue—I can’t. If she were to say one hateful thing about Wyatt, I’d lose my shit. No need to bring her into this now. I need to figure out too many other things first.

I exit the room with a sense of unease. “I’m ready.”

Wyatt smiles and puts his arm out. “You look beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I hook my hand around his forearm.

“Told you that I’m a catch.”

I roll my eyes and smack his shoulder. “You’re also a tool.”

We walk the trail that leads to his parents’ house. It’s not far, and I could use the exercise. The short trip is spent with me telling him all the stuff his mother said. He tells me about the crazy day on the ranch and how he couldn’t wait to get home. His smile is open and full of warmth. We laugh about Cayden and Logan’s antics today and how Trent and Wyatt are teaching them things to do to Zach. Their newest lesson is the art of toilet papering.

Boys.

We approach the house, and Mrs. Hennington is already standing on the huge wrap around porch. “Hi, Mrs. Hennington.” I smile.

“Oh, now. You can call me Macie, dear.”

“Macie,” Wyatt says from behind me. “I’m starvin’.”

“Wyatt Earnest Hennington,” she chides. “You will call me Mama, or I’ll slap you into next Tuesday. Now, gimme some lovin’.” She pats her cheek.

Wyatt wraps his arms around her and kisses her. “Sorry, Mama.”