Brothers Black: Wyatt the Heartbreaker Page 9

  “Do you know you are adorable,” he asks and reaches to place his hand on my thigh. I bite my lip shaking my head at him. He leans in and pecks my cheek. “So what do you want to do today when I finally let you up for air?”

  “I don’t know. I had planned to do laundry and call my mom,” I shrug.

  He frowns but keeps his eyes on me while looking as if he is in thought. “How about we go to your place and get your laundry. You can do it here; I’ll give you some alone time to call your mom. After that, we can go out for dinner. When we get back we can kick back on the couch and watch a movie,” he says.

  Something tells me this is more of a command than a suggestion. If Barry had done the same, it would have annoyed me, but with Wyatt it feels natural, it doesn’t come off as brash. Or it could be the fact that I really want to spend more time with him.

  I shrug as if it’s no big deal when inside I am doing a happy dance. “I guess that could work,” I say.

  “Oh, by the way, we do breakfast at the house with Mom and Dad on Sundays,” he says as he finishes the food on his plate.

  “Oh okay, I can be gone before then, or I can just meet up with Heather and bum a ride,” I reply.

  His fork and knife clatter down onto his plate and I turn to look at him. His eyes are focused on me. He shakes his head and stands, turning me in my seat he steps between my legs once again. His hands go into my messy hair, and he tips my head back.

  “I didn’t tell you that because I don’t want you there. I told you so that you know that we are going to have breakfast with my family tomorrow,” he says while searching my face. “You’re mine Nellie, where I am you are.”

  “Okay,” I give him a smile.

  Wyatt smiles back and pecks my lips. One of his palms moves from my hair to run up my thigh. “I’ll clean up in here in a bit, come shower with me,” he says.

  Once again I am in his arms and wrapped around him before I can reply. He carries me back into the bedroom without breaking eye contact. Once in the room, he drops his pants and lifts his t-shirt off of my body without putting me down.

  “Did I tell you how sexy you look in my shirt,” he asks as he nuzzles my neck and walks us into the bathroom.

  “No,” I breathe as I feel my body heat from his hands roaming the skin on my back.

  “You look so sexy in my clothes, Baby,” he rasps next to my ear. “So sexy, I need to have you.”

  There is no need for me to reply as he steps into the shower and backs me into the shower wall, before pushing a few buttons to get the shower to run. His lips are on mine, drinking deeply from my mouth. His kisses are like life.

  His lips are soft, but firm against mine and his tongue is searching every corner of my mouth as if looking for the answers to some great mystery. I join him in the quest as I twist my tongue around his. Wyatt groans just before driving into me with one quick thrust that seats him deep within my channel.

  I arch my back into him and cry out. I’m still not fully used to his size. I breathe through my nose and cling to his shoulders as I try to adjust. Wyatt starts a trail of wet kisses down my neck. His hands reach for mine, lifting them up over my head as he locks his fingers with mine.

  He still hasn’t moved inside me as he returns to kissing my lips. He pulls away, and I can see the passionate storm raging in his eyes. I know my eyes must be giving him that same look. I am desperate for him right now.

  “This body is mine,” he rasps as he finally starts to move. He pulls out and slams back into me as if to punctuate his point. “You are mine. I need you to get that in your head, Nellie. This was not a one-night thing. You told me you were mine last night, and I play for keeps, Baby. Are we clear?”

  “Crystal,” I groan. He feels so good sliding in and out of me as the shower steams up around us. The spray of water is coming from above us as well as the sides. It is just adding to the sensation upon our skin.

  Wyatt picks up his pace as he begins to piston into me. I can hear the suction sound my back is making from slapping against the wet steamy glass tiled wall, along with the slapping sound of our bodies bouncing together and the groans and moans of our mouths.

  Wyatt releases my hands to grab both of my cheeks as he guides me up and down on his dick. He is so hard inside of me, and it feels like I am going to be consumed by fire. Wyatt bends his knees and widens his stance, and I am done for. I scream his name as my body convulses against his.

  “That’s right, Baby. Only your man can do this to you,” Wyatt grunts. “I love the feel of you coming on my cock, Nellie. Give me one more, Baby.”

  He doesn’t have to ask. He is still driving into me, dragging his huge cock against my clit with each swivel and thrust of his hips. I am well into a round of multiples with his words. I am gushing all over him.

  “Shit Nellie,” he growls. He pumps into me three, four, five more times and bellows out my name.

  Wyatt sags into me while holding me into place against the wall. I stare up at the ceiling of the shower as he nuzzles my neck. Okay, so this is my truth.

  This is the first time in more than four months that I have felt safe and like I can truly breathe. I finally feel like I can take control of my life, something I have never felt. Not when we moved away, not while my mom was sick and certainly not while dating Barry.

  Who knew I would find that in Wyatt? I certainly never thought I’d be here, but it feels more than right. I smile to myself.

  “You’re mine, too,” I say, with confidence I didn’t know I had.

  “Without question or doubt,” he murmurs into my neck and kisses it.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Wyatt

  Today has been the perfect day. After making love to Nellie in the shower we ended up in my bed for a few more hours, talking, laughing, making love, and just cuddling. I am usually not one to cuddle, but nothing is the same with Nellie. I know I am falling in love with her.

  I started out wanting to get to know her, and I have. She is as sweet as she looks and tastes, but there is a fire hidden deep within. The more we make love, the more I see her blooming and blossoming into a new woman. Not that she isn’t already perfect, but her confidence and the ability to lose all her inhibition is a true turn on, just as much as her shyness can be at times.

  I know Nellie so well now. I know she is always in her head about us. I can see in her eyes that she has feelings for me, but there has always been something holding her back until now. Now I see in her what I have been missing and longing for without even knowing what I was looking for.

  Once we finally climbed out of bed, we found something of mine that Nellie could where to her place to get her laundry and some other things to sleep over. She ended up in one of my dress shirts that she put a belt over. It truly looked really good on her, with those sexy heels she had from last night.

  It was when we got to her place, and we held hands while walking up to her apartment that I realized that this is what I wanted and needed. I need someone to just be with. I need someone not seeking a good time with the heartbreaker or wanting to get in my pockets, or even wanting an in to hook up with one of my brothers. Yes, that has happened before.

  Nellie is all of that and more. I haven’t done a relationship in so long, but I want this one without question. Sitting on her bed as she changed into her own clothes just brought a sense of normalcy into my life that I usually just don’t have. When I am not fighting off women that just do nothing for me, I am working. Nothing about my job is normal, and it can get hectic at times.

  I hate to say it because it is just asking for trouble, but this has been the quietest things have been in a long time at Black and Lock. Not that we don’t have business coming in. It is just that the business that has been coming has been above board. We haven’t gotten down and dirty in a while.

  Still in all, I just want what most other guys my age want. A steady relationship to keep me grounded. Someone I can’t wait to come home to. I know in my heart Nellie is that for m
e. My family already loves her.

  Dinner was great, nothing like our friendly lunches, because now I know she is mine. So when I wanted to reach across the table to push her hair out of her face or lean in to kiss her I just did it. I didn’t have to think about it or wonder if she would bolt on me. It felt good.

  Just not as good as she feels right now in my arms lying on my chest. Her laundry has been taken care of so we are in chill mode right now, at least that’s what my baby called it. We have a movie playing, but neither of us has been giving it much attention.

  “I can’t believe you guys did that,” Nellie chuckles as I tell her the story of when my brothers and I egged one of the teachers from our high schools house.

  “Come on he had it coming. You can’t tell me you didn’t have as much hate for that guy as we did,” I chuckle.

  “Yeah, I did, but you guys egged his house,” she laughs.

  I shrug. “We have done worse,” I admit.

  “So tell me about this family breakfast. What should I expect,” I knew that question was coming before the night was over.

  “It is just breakfast. Mom cooks a big spread and we all drop in. Johnathan usually has his girlfriend, Missy with him. The rest of us have never really brought a girl along,” I smirk because I know this is the question she really wants an answer to. “Oh wait, I stand corrected. Bean has accompanied Noah plenty of times.”

  “That’s not the same, though. They have been friends for forever,” she says thoughtfully.

  “You can’t tell me you buy that,” I lift a brow at her. I am not gossiping about my brother I just know I can’t be the only one that sees the chemistry between those two.

  Nellie bursts into laughter. She is so beautiful like this, happy and open. “Okay, let’s say that I’m not buying it. It’s what they are selling, so I go with it,” she shrugs.

  I nod my head. “I just want to see them happy. You know?”

  “So you are happy now and you want to see everyone else happy too,” she teases.

  “Who says I’m happy,” I tease back.

  Nellie sits up and turns to me giving me the cutest little pout as she looks me in the eyes. “You suck, Wyatt,” she says and punches my arm. It stings a bit to my surprise.

  “Ow Baby,” I chuckle. I rub my arm with one hand and pull her back to me with the other. If you promise not to hit me again, I’ll show you how happy I am.”

  “I will make no such promise. You are forever teasing me. One of these days I just may have to kick your ass,” she says while shaking her little fist at me.

  I pull her fist to my lips and kiss it. “There’s that fire I’ve been looking for, Badass,” I murmur against her closed fist.

  ~B~

  Nellie

  I am blown away by the heat I see in Wyatt’s eyes. He has taken me today so many times I lost count. He can’t possibly want more. However, lust is not all I see in his eyes.

  I want to tell him that I am not as weak as I seem. I want to tell him that although I appreciate him wanting to take care of me, I will fight if I have too. I hate that he sees me as someone who is weak.

  It’s my own fault for freaking out yesterday when Barry called. Now I just wish that look wasn’t there. I can’t explain it; it’s like he is looking into my soul and seeing everything; my fears, my weaknesses, and my hurts.

  “Wyatt, I’m much stronger than I look,” I say.

  “I know that, Badass. I can see –,” Our conversation is cut short by my ringing cell phone.

  I see him glance at the clock, it is after nine. He turns back to me and raises a brow. I just smirk at him before taking the call. I go to sit up, but he tightens his hold.

  “Hey, Mom,” I chirp into the phone once I answer it. I can’t believe I forgot to call her. I’m sure she is calling because I haven’t checked in all day. I have made a habit of calling her on Saturdays.

  I feel Wyatt’s body relax, I smile at knowing he is always ready to protect me. He brushes my curls from my forehead with his fingertips and kisses my forehead. I snuggle into him as I get ready for my mom’s mini freak out from my missed call.

  “Hey honey, is everything alright, you didn’t call,” she asks sounding concerned.

  “Everything is fine Mom. How are you doing? How is Steve,” I return trying to get her to relax.

  “Steve is fine; he said to tell you hello,” Mom replies. I notice right away that she doesn’t answer my question about herself, but she doesn’t give me a chance to address that fact. “What are you up to that you couldn’t give me a call to let me know that you are alright?”

  “I spent the day doing laundry, and I went out for dinner,” I reply.

  “Well, that has never stopped you from calling me before. Are you sure everything is alright,” she says not sounding any less worried than when we started the call.

  I hate that she has become this way. My mom was never such a worry wart before becoming sick. Now it is like she is always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess it is because she had been so happy to find Steve, but just when things were looking great for her she was dealt the cancer blow that tipped her whole world on its side.

  “I know I would have usually called, but everything is fine,” I bite my lip, not sure if I want to reveal my new relationship to her so soon. “Everything is fine Mommy, I promise. I was just with a friend and lost track of time.”

  I feel and hear the rumble that comes from Wyatt’s chest the moment the word friend comes out of my mouth. I tilt my head up to peek at him. He is glaring back at me. I sigh and know that I am going to have to fess up because my mom is silent on the other end, which means she detects the half-truth. Also, I know I will be in for it with Wyatt if I don’t clear up what kind of friend I have been with.

  “Are you spending time with Bean,” my mother pries, with her voice full of doubt.

  “No, actually I am spending time with my boyfriend, Wyatt,” I answer, shaking my head as a huge satisfied grin covers Wyatt’s face. He bends to place a quick kiss to my lips.

  “Boyfriend,” she responds sounding confused. “But honey what happened to Barry?”

  “Mom, Barry and I broke up before I left. Things just weren’t working out.”

  “Oh honey, I wish I would have known that. He called earlier asking after you. I thought it a little strange, but he said he lost his phone or something and all his contacts along with it.”

  “Oh God, Mom what did you tell him,” I rush into the phone.

  Wyatt sits up pulling me with him as he watches my panicked face. I hear my mother gasp into the phone, and I know I need to calm down so I don’t send her into a fit. I shake my free hand in front of me.

  “Well, he said you two had a little tiff, and he wanted to reach you to apologize, but he lost your info before he could. I gave him your cell phone number. He asked how you are doing, and I told him that the move back to California seems to be agreeing with you,” Mom says anxiously.

  “Oh no,” I whisper mostly to myself.

  “Did I do something wrong, Nellie,” Mom asks. “Who is Wyatt? Is he why you and Barry broke up?”

  “Wyatt Black, Mom, Joe’s oldest son,” I reply as I process everything else she has told me.

  “Oh,” she says and pauses. “Joe’s boys are a little wild. I mean they are all sweet, but I have heard things. I think Barry was more your speed, honey. I don’t know if you should go from him to one of the Black boys.”

  I snort into the phone. “Mom really, you have no idea how wrong you are. Listen, I don’t want to get into this right now. Maybe we can make a trip to see you, and you can get to know Wyatt for yourself. I need to go but do me a favor. Next time Barry calls let Steve take care of it.”

  “Oh okay, Honey, are you sure you are alright?”

  “Yes mom, I’m fine. Wyatt and I were just in the middle of watching a movie, and I don’t want to be rude. I’ll call you soon so we can catch up,” I say in as chipper a voice as I can.

 
; “Okay sweetheart, I love you. We’ll talk soon,” she finally relents.

  “I love you too, Mom.”

  I hang up the call and stare into the golden eyes that are glowing with rage. I swear if Barry were smart he would just leave me alone. Wyatt looks like he is planning his murder.

  ~B~

  Wyatt

  I am going to fucking kill this kid when I get my hands on him. I hate seeing that look of fear in Nellie’s eyes. The more I dig into who this guy is, the more of an asshole I know he is. I had Felix looking into him. From the mug shots, Nellie did a number on him the night he attacked her. I was so proud of her when Felix showed me the photos.

  I hope to have eyes on him soon, but he has been tricky to pin down. Not that my brothers and I would have trouble finding him. It’s just that I had to call in a few favors for this one since he is in Seattle. I swear if they don’t get eyes on him soon I am going to Seattle myself.

  He is a piece of shit, and I plan to flush his ass out to get rid of him once and for all. He is smart; I give him that. He disappeared after that call yesterday. I know in my gut he is up to something, and I am going to have to deal with him sooner rather than later.

  I try to rein in my temper. I can’t believe her mother actually thinks that he is a better choice than I am. I hate that my past has such a long reach. If I had Nellie in my life sooner, I wouldn’t have done half the things I have done in my past.

  I overheard her mother’s concern about me. I know her mom means a lot to her. Hearing her disapproval of me hits hard because I know Nellie respects her mother’s opinion.

  “Baby, I think it would be a good idea for me to fly out to Seattle with you to meet your mom,” I say wanting to show I have nothing to hide.

  “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just said that to get her to relax,” she shrugs.

  I pull her close to me and kiss her sweet lips. I tilt her head back to deepen the kiss. Giving Nellie up is not an option. Her fingers clench at the short hairs at my nape.

  I pull away and look into her brown eyes. “I want to go. I want to know your mom. I think the sooner we go, the better,” I say. I won’t tell her, but I have a few reasons for wanting to go to Seattle.