With A Twist(73)

“Yeah, baby,” he rasps out. His muscles bulge as he lifts me slightly, pulling me right up and over his face. His breath is hot on me, and I shudder when he says, “Yeah… want you on my face so I can show you that you’re mine. Then I want you straddling my aching cock. I want you to ride me… show me that I’m yours.”

“I can do that,” I manage to whisper but then that turns into a gasp… then a moan as his head tilts up and his mouth closes over me.

Oh, God… oh, my freakin’ God. Wyatt’s mouth and tongue should be licensed weapons, because surely, I’m going to perish from how good this feels. I grab onto the headboard, because if I don’t, I will collapse on him due to the weakness in my legs.

Wyatt devours me from below, groaning his own pleasure into me… causing vibrations and skittering impulses to fire off throughout my body. It’s seconds only… maybe milliseconds… but I don’t hold it back and I come harder than I ever have in my life.

And because I want to show Wyatt that he is indeed mine, I manage to haul my pleasure-flushed body down his and sink onto his hard shaft. I ride him good and long, I fire off one more time, and then he’s coming deep inside of me, knifing up into a sitting position, and fusing his mouth with mine.

He pours out the most beautiful moan into my mouth while he shoots into me, and I think to myself… yeah, we are never going to be done.





Much later… after Wyatt is asleep, I grab my laptop and creep out into his living room. In the dark, I boot it up and wait for it to connect to his Wi-Fi. I pull up my browser, which preloads with open tabs for Facebook, Twitter, the FBI secure-server email, and Google.

I ignore the notification that tells me I have a message on Facebook, knowing in my gut it’s from David. But I’m not interested in what he has to say. I’ll read it at some point, and maybe I’ll need to respond, but maybe I’ll decide I don’t want to. Regardless, he’s not a priority to think about.

I quickly check my work email. Two new cases are awaiting me… both involving bank fraud. We’ll have to bring in consultants from our White-Collar division. Nothing that causes me concern but certainly doesn’t cause excitement. An email from Dale Lambert though has my heart beating a tad faster when I see that his subject line says, “BRIU Application”.

Clicking on the email, I try to read it slowly, but my eyes keep flying forward over the words. I see “received my update,” “impressed,” and “another interview”. Taking a deep breath, I read the email more slowly, and it’s good news. The BRIU is interested in another interview with me, in light of my efforts and success with the Simon Keyes bust.

Sitting back into the couch cushions, I just stare at my computer a moment. I feel happy… proud of myself. Finally, I’m one step closer to achieving my goal. And yet, I don’t feel exhilarated. No full-blown elation. I would have thought this moment would at least bring a fist pump or a strange shake-your-booty-type dance.

Shrugging my shoulders, I log out of the secure server and flip over to Google, which was my main reason for coming out here. I couldn’t sleep… my mind on absolute overdrive fretting over the next time I could see Wyatt again. I know it seems a little obsessive, but I’m already missing him and I haven’t even left yet.

I know Wyatt will gladly come and visit me in Pittsburgh. I’m sure he will at some point. But while the weather is still spectacular, I thought maybe I could find a place that was halfway in between our two homes, where we could spend time outdoors. Some place romantic… special.

Annapolis, Maryland came to mind. It’s special to me because my dad graduated from the Naval Academy there.

I’ve been there twice. The first time was after I graduated from UVA. I took a trip there by myself… seeking a connection to my dad, who was still inspiring me from the grave to be an FBI agent. I went after my college graduation because it was the first big milestone I had accomplished on my own, and I wanted him to be proud of me. It seemed fitting to go tour his Alma Mater, a place I know was special to him because he wrapped me in a Navy blanket. My dad had served six years with the U.S. Navy after he graduated, and then he became an FBI agent.

The second time I visited was after my first BRIU interview at Quantico. I took an extra day and went to Annapolis. I didn’t walk the Academy’s campus on this trip, but rather stayed in a hotel down on the waterfront, completely charmed by the cobblestone streets and eclectic shops. I sat at an outdoor cafe and sipped at a latte while I thought of how my dad made it into the BRIU just three years after he became an agent. I was convinced at that time, more than ever, that I was following correctly in my dad’s footsteps.