"We're clear." I held the door open to let them in as my boys stayed in the hallway looking in. "We'll stay out here tonight and keep watch." I took a seat outside her door while my brother and our friends took up spots against the opposite wall.
"Are you insane, you can't stay out here all night." She sure likes to get huffy.
"Why not? It's nice and warm in the hallway and like you said, I'm a stranger … for now, so it wouldn't make sense for you to invite us in considering the circumstances. The only option is for us to stay outside your door and make sure no one gets to you."
"But … why?" She really didn't get it. I wasn't sure if it was because of the deal with the asshole or if she was just that blind, either way I thought it was time to set her straight about just what the fuck was going on here. I got back to my feet and headed inside. "Give us a minute." Her girls and my boys the nosy fucks were knee deep in our conversation. I took her hand and led her away.
"Listen, first let me apologize for the fact that we don't have a lot of time to do the usual getting to know you song and dance. My career takes me away a lot and I'm going to be gone again soon. I wasn't looking for you no more than you were looking for me, but here we are."
"I've never done this shit before so I'm bound to make a few mistakes along the way … and I'm fucking this up. Look, the long and short is, I want you, I took one look at you tonight and my whole world shifted. I might not have been here before but I know enough to listen to my gut and right now that shit's singing the Hallelujah chorus." She wasn't saying a word but she was taking it all in and that was good enough for me for now.
"What I'm trying to say is that there's something going on here that I think we need to explore. Something that if given a chance I know can grow into something beautiful." I sound like a bitch.
"How can you know, what makes you so sure?" When she finally spoke her voice was small with a hint of fear. I guess I can't fault her for playing it safe, as long as she understood that nothing was going to stand in my way of having her.
"How? Because you make me feel in a way I never have and that's not something I'm willing to walk away from." She looked so fucking scared as she looked up at me, but there was nothing I could do short of proving myself to her over time, and for that she's gonna have to let me in.
"I don't know Wyatt, this is all moving so fast, we only just met and you're already talking like we're a done deal, I … " I held my finger up to her lips to silence the rest of whatever she was about to say because it wasn't going to make a difference.
"I'll be honest with you, there's nothing you can do to keep me from having you. The fact that it's not going to be tonight like I want is minor. So to answer your question as to why I'm staying here tonight to watch over you, it's simple, I'm on your scent and no one else is getting near you."
"On my scent, what does that mean?" Pulling her towards me, I wrapped my arms around her and lowered my lips to her ear.
"It means before long you're going to be under me." That got her attention and she pulled back as her eyes grew wide.
"Don't worry about it tonight baby, you need your rest. By the way, you look fucking amazing in that dress, but you can't leave the house in it again." Maybe not the wisest thing to say at this junction with one asshole already in her life, but better she know what she was getting herself into with me.
I didn't give her a chance for rebuttal, just took her hand to head back to the others and then … "One more." I took her lips with mine and all but inhaled her as I pulled her soft curves into me one last time before the night was done. She melted in my arms and made the sexiest fucking sound I've ever heard as I sucked softly on her tongue.
I let my hands rest on her ass but was gentleman enough not to do the rub and squeeze I was dying to, even though my dick was weeping in my jeans. I satisfied myself with just the feel of her pressed against me. Besides, we had an audience and I was sure they were taking it all in.
"Oh yeah, all mine." I had to steady her as her knees almost gave out under her. "I know how you feel." My boy almost whimpered when I cut things off there. We headed for the door where I could hear the others speaking in hushed tones. I didn't say anything about the sudden silence once we returned, just lifted my brow at my brother the ass who grinned at me.
Chapter 4
Wyatt
"What were you fools talking about?" The girls had gone in and closed the door while the four of us got comfortable against the wall. When you think about it this was the strangest fucking end to the night. I guess that's life. Always expect the unexpected.
"You. We were debating whether or not we're gonna have to help you two get your shit straight, or if we should just let you muddle through on your own." Chad stretched his legs out and rested back against the wall with his head back.
They let me in on some of what they'd been talking about with her girls, and I was pleased to note that both camps seemed happy for us and whatever this was. My brother liked her, I knew because he wasn't giving me shit about spending the night in a strange hallway instead of at home in his comfortable bed.
"So Champ looks like you've met your match, I don't remember ever seeing you this gone over a woman, not even that thing in high school." Cole always hated my high school flame, thought she was stuck up and not worth my time.
The door opened before I could answer and she was standing there with blankets and pillows in her hands. Her hair was wet and she had her tiny frame wrapped in a robe that did nothing to hide her curves. "Damn." I bit my lip and got to my feet. I stood where I was instead of reaching for her the way I wanted to. Not yet.
"This is silly, the girls think you should at least come in and sleep on the couch or something so … " Before she could finish her statement the others were on their feet and heading past her. I took the stuff from her arms and followed her inside before closing and locking the door behind us.
All the women were in some form of nightwear, but I only had eyes for her. With her face bare of makeup, hair wet from her shower and no heels to add to her height, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The need to hold her was even stronger now if that was possible.
"You're in deep trouble babygirl come ‘ere." I just wanted to feel her one more time before we said goodnight. I ignored the looks from the others as I hugged her before whispering goodnight. Wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tuck her in. "I'll see you in the morning baby, sweet dreams."
Traci
I laid awake in bed for most of the night after I'd silenced my friends and sent them to the guest bedroom where they were staying. Cris had fallen asleep next to me after lecturing me in hushed tones about not blowing this once in a lifetime chance as she puts it.
They all seemed so sure, even his brother and friends, if what the girls had whispered to me about their conversation was true. He too seemed to have made up his mind so I guess I was the only hold out. But I was also the one who stood to lose the most if things didn't work out.
My mind of course went to Carl. I think somewhere in my subconscious, I'd known what he was after his first reaction to my gentle let down. I've seen enough of those TV true crime shows to know what's out there, but never thought it would ever happen to me. I'm just not the type to instill that in anyone.
I do all the right things, always have. When mom got sick when I was a little girl, dad and I worked together to nurse her back to health. I didn't flake out in class the way a lot of my friends did when I reached high school, didn't do the whole sneaking out at night thing like so many others had. Instead I'd focused really hard on my studies because I knew how hard things were on dad since my family had gone into debt to pay off mom's medical bills, and I wanted that scholarship to help ease the burden.
We weren't poor by any means, but all the same I knew that it would make things a lot less stressful on my already taxed parents; and so while everyone else was out doing their thing, being teenagers, I was at home in my room hitting the books.