Page 40 of Breathing Wisteria
Wyatt
Atendril of hair tickles my shoulder, fanning across every time Flynn exhales. My mind is struggling to catch up with everything that has happened over the last few hours.
My response to Layla’s news was… overwhelming and unexpected. I knew her inevitable announcement would hurt. Seeing anyone pregnant, or with their children, is always a painful reminder. But it’s usually tempered with happiness. Seeing the people I love truly joyful, makes my own sadness bearable.
But this devastation was paralyzing, and I can only put it down to the re-emergence of Flynn, and the chaos he has thrown my life into. I seem to be feeling everything so much more intensely, and for someone used to burying their feelings, it is proving to be a difficult transition for me.
Not to mention Flynn.
Ugh,Flynn.
Stubborn, won’t-take-no-for-an-answer, asshole Flynn.
The look in his eyes when he was moving inside of me, telling me what our future holds, was extraordinary. Heat and determination mixed with love and reverence.
No one has ever looked at me like that, before or after him, and I want to experience it again. I want to be his again, and for him to belong to me, in every sense of the word. But I’m so scared he doesn’t realize what committing to me again means. Everything he will have to sacrifice.
What if he wakes up one day and decides that I wasn’t worth it.
“You about done overanalyzing everything?”
I startle at the sound of his husky whisper, freezing for a moment before I give in to the urge to relax my body into his.
He kisses my neck softly. Such a stark contrast to the way he was touching me only hours ago.
“Stop thinking about it.” His hand slides up along my rib cage, cups my breast and gently squeezes my nipple, sending a jolt right to my core. “There’s nothingtothink about. There’s nothing to do. We’re good.”
I push my ass back a little, grinding against his hardening cock.
“We are so far from good, it’s laughable. But it’s cute that you think so,” I reply with a laugh.
He moves away from me briefly, putting unwanted space between our bodies before he uses a firm hand on my stomach to push me on my back. Then he moves over me, settling between my open legs, and we are chest to chest, nose to nose.
“I’m moving to the city. I’d prefer we lived somewhere with a bit more security, but if you want to stay here, we will.” He rocks against me and his lips take a quick taste. “You can travel with me.” His cock slides along my seam deliciously teasing me. “Or not. In which case I’ll cut back on my touring.”
A groan slips out when the tip of his dick makes contact with my pulsing clit, but I force myself to stay on task.
“You need to think about what you’ll be giving up. It’s not as straightforward as you’re making it out to be.”
“I’m not giving up shit. There are plenty of ways we ca—” He is cut off by the sound of pounding on the door.
“Wyatt!” More banging. “Wyatt! I just fought my way through a pack of swarming vultures to get in here, so open the motherloving door!”
Flynn’s eyebrows shoot up. “Pink?”
“Cassidy.” I giggle. “But, yes.” I begrudgingly climb out from under him, looking for my clothes.
“Get dressed. She already thinks you have a giant dick, we don’t need to confirm her suspicions.”
He laughs loudly, and I relish the sound.
“Wyatt? Is someone in there with you?” Cass starts up her banging again. “Is it the rock star Romeo?Let me in, Red!”
Throwing on my yoga pants and tank top, sans bra and panties, I rush out of the room, closing the door behind me.
“I’m coming! Jesus Christ, Cass, calm yourself.”
As soon as I open the door, she pulls me to her, wrapping me up in a giant bear hug.
