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Authors: Chloe T. Barlow

Tags: #A Gateway to Love Novel #2

BOOK: City of Champions
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"Um, I was looking for my necklace, sorry about the mess."

"Trust me, I'm not worried about a messy bed right now. You look good there…naked in my bed."

"Good. Then maybe you should get rid of those boxers. I want to see you, too."

"I like that idea," Wyatt answered as he slipped his hands under the waistband of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal the line of more taut muscles descending on an angle into a thatch of trimmed, dark hair, finally revealing his thick, long erection. He paused and smiled down at her, "You're staring, Doc."

"I'm just appreciating the view —
intensely
," she teased.

Wyatt shook off his boxer briefs and in a swift movement, he descended upon her, stretching his long, naked body over hers.

"Oh, I like this view, too," she muttered, only to have her words silenced by his mouth over hers, as he caressed her lips and teased them apart with his tongue.

Jenna suddenly had an overwhelming need to touch him and feel him, every inch of him. Her hands moved down his shoulders, his rippled arms, over to his chest, down to his stomach, finally finding the soft, velvety skin of his hard cock. She rested one hand on his tight ass, letting the other explore the enticing length of him. He finally groaned into her mouth and pulled away.

"Fuck," he grunted out, before rolling off her and hurrying across the room.

"What are you doing, Wyatt? Is everything okay?" She hated that uncertainty invaded her brain as she felt his newfound absence in a palpable way.

"Finding a condom. I told you, I don't bring women here."

"Oh, wow, so I even get the exclusive 'hidden condom' five-star treatment? I'm feeling pretty honored, Wyatt."

"You should," he answered over his shoulder, in an easy tone that sent shivers down her body and a clench in her stomach. Her hesitancy from a moment ago was gone. All that remained was excitement.

Jenna was hypnotized by his naked ass — so perfectly taut and muscular as he walked away — and Jenna figured she could have a little bit of patience while she enjoyed the view.

"Got it!" he shouted, trotting back to the bad, his erection hitting his leg on the way, making Jenna giggle. He stood beside the bed and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Doc, it's not generally a good idea to laugh at a naked man. You don't want to give me a complex, do you?"

Wyatt crawled back onto the bed, climbing up her body until he was above her again, caging her in with his arms.

"There's nothing funny about you, Wyatt," she whispered seriously, only to gasp at the feel of his fingers inside her, so rough and insistent. Her eyes closed and her head went back hard against the pillow beneath her. She felt his mouth over one breast, nibbling at the nipple until she was writhing beneath him. With a twist of his fingers, Jenna suddenly cried out.

"Look at me, belleza."

Her eyes opened slowly at his command, suddenly gazing at his soft hair and the sexy way it grazed his eyebrows. His stormy eyes were dark and so focused on her that Jenna couldn't look away. She moaned deeply, circling her hips beneath his hand, but when his thumb touched her tight clitoris, a scream unleashed from her throat. She fought to keep her eyes open but the sensation was too intense, so much more than she could ever recall experiencing with a man.

Wyatt's fingers left her body but her brain was still unsteady from the experience when suddenly his body was plastered against her. His hips were between her legs, and his arms tense and flexed around her as he supported himself over her.

She looked up at him but his expression made her pause. He looked oddly worried, with his brows furrowed from some kind of emotion, or could it be guilt? Jenna couldn't tell what it was, but she knew it was concerning to her.

"Wyatt? Are you okay?"

"Yes," he whispered, before the uncertainty left his face and he lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss was soft and reassuring, awakening her senses all over again to the feeling of wonder that happened every time he touched her. While his lips distracted her with that gentle kiss, he entered her body slowly.

He stroked inside of her with shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to the size of him, before pushing deeply into her. She had to break the kiss to cry out again and open her eyes to look at him. His eyes were still trained on her as he began to thrust into her faster and deeper.

"So good," he murmured, finally leaning down to rest his cheek against hers. Grabbing her legs under the knees and lifting her bottom off the bed, he entered her even more deeply. Jenna screamed in response. She vaguely registered that all her usual control was gone, reveling in the blissful release and surrendering to him in this perfect moment.

She let go of herself, allowing the moment to wash over her as another powerful wave of pleasure took over her body, causing every muscle in her body alternately to tense up and then relax.

Jenna wasn't alone. Wyatt suddenly released her legs and drove into her fully several times, finally releasing a long groan. His head descended into the curve of her neck and breathed deeply. She wrapped her arms around his back and sighed as contentment coursed through her body.

Her fingertips trailed up and down the smooth, tan skin of Wyatt's back. Happiness overtook her, and she mused to herself that if this was what taking risks and finally being willing to do the wrong thing looked like, then she was certainly game for more.

 

 

After several moments of quiet closeness, Wyatt rolled off Jenna to lie alongside her in the bed. His fingers trailed up and down her naked chest, lingering around her full breasts.

"You have an amazing body, you know that, Doc? I imagined it would be incredible, but I wasn't sure."

"You imagined me naked?" she asked, with a laugh. "How many times?"

"Let’s just say, a lot of times, but the reality is so much better than the fantasy."

"Right back at ya, Mr. McCoy."

"I knew it! You've been undressing me with your eyes for weeks."

"Guilty as charged. But I also prefer the reality," she said, running her hand up and down the length of his hard body.

He looked over at her face and said, "You're going to need to give me at least a couple minutes, Doc, but I promise I'll be ready to make the most of your body very soon. In the meantime, I believe I promised you coffee. I'll have to make a new cup, but I'm no welcher."

"Not a welcher, huh? Well, that's good, because I may want more than coffee from you. I think I have to take you up on that promise of being ready again any minute now…" Jenna teased, as she ran her fingers through Wyatt's hair and tugged his face toward hers, only to be jarred to her senses by her phone vibrating and chirping from her purse across the room. "Oh shit," she exclaimed, suddenly realizing that the world thought she'd gone home last night. She rolled over quickly, knocking Wyatt's muscular form over to the edge of the bed.

"Jesus Christ, Doc, you trying to mess up my
other
shoulder?"

But Jenna was too busy rushing to grab her purse, her phone, and her connection to reality.

Looking down at the notifications on her screen, nerves invaded her throat.

"Six texts and two voicemails. Dammit!" She immediately began reading her texts.

"Hello?"
There were a couple of those from Aubrey to start.

Then some from Tea:

"Brey's still here. We feel like hell. How about going to brunch? Or just a dark room and a Bloody Mary?"

"Call us, Brey and I are worried, she's going home."

She switched to listening to the voicemails. They were both from Aubrey:

"I'm home. Where are you? Your bed isn't slept in."

"You better answer me or I will dredge the Ohio River for your body so I can beat the shit out of it."

"Shit. Shit," Jenna blurted out in frustration.

Jenna's throat went dry at the realization of all the worry she must have put her friends through after vanishing like she did.

"What’s the matter, Doc?"

"I disappeared on my friends last night and they’re worried because they don’t know where I am."

"It's okay, just tell them you're with me," Wyatt offered, still lying in bed calmly. He moved his hands behind his head and smiled at her lazily.

"Yeah right," she laughed. "I don't think so."

"Hey, what's so bad about being with me?" he bristled, releasing his hands from his head and sitting up. Jenna swallowed hard as he tensed every muscle in his body. Jenna didn't know if she should jump him or run away even faster. Underneath his hostility was something that disturbed her even more — it almost looked like he was hurt. She shook the emotional response as quickly as she could and grimaced at the smelly sparkly dress she needed to put on as part of her escape.

"Wyatt, they'll either think I'm lying, or they'll believe me and check me into a mental institution." She sank heavily on the edge of the bed.

"Because you hooking up with me is insane?"

"For me, it is. I just submitted an opinion to your team. Oh God, this looks so bad." Her heart hurt thinking of never touching him again, but she tried to be realistic. Brushing her hair back from her face she looked at his handsome face and sighed. "Even if I hadn't consulted on you, trust me, Wyatt, you don't want any part of me…or my life right now," she said sadly.

With a sigh she stood and grabbed her dress. Remembering her bra was still in the kitchen, she pulled it over her bare breasts. That part of her body had just been a source of pride, but she quickly remembered they could be her very death knell.

"So this was a one-time thing?"

"What?" Jenna shook away her morbid thoughts and looked at his sweet face and felt a pang in her chest she'd rather not think about too hard. She swallowed hard and stood to her fullest height, searching for the tough girl she'd spent so many years cultivating. The kindest thing she could do for both of them was to end this before that haunting face of his started cutting into her heart any more deeply. "Isn't that what you want, Wyatt? I figured you for a 'Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am' type."

"Stop this tap dancing bullshit, Jenna, you're officially starting to piss me off."

"
I'm
pissing
you
off?"

"Yeah, what have I ever done to you other than just be someone you wish you didn't like so much?"

"Somebody thinks highly of himself."

"It's hard to do that with the way you run me down all the time."

"All right, you can stop being so dramatic. I'll admit I may have been a bit…insensitive just now."

Wyatt pulled on his boxer briefs and stood directly in front of her. His face wasn't soft anymore. He was all hard edges and penned fury.

"Don't go too far out on a limb or anything, Doc, I wouldn't want you to fall off without your high horse there to catch you."

"Aren't you a gentleman? What the hell do you want from me?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe treat me like a human being?"

"Come on, Wyatt. Let's bring it down a notch. I'm willing to take some blame for acting like a bitch here, but don't push your luck."

He stepped closer to her until she backed up and felt the hard wall against her flesh.

"If you're trying to stop pissing me off you're doing a really bad job of it, Doc," he grunted out.

"Now
you're
the one not being fair."

"Okay, fine, if we're negotiating, then I'll agree to admit you aren't
that
bad."

"Fine, now tell
me
— what do you really want, Wyatt?" Jenna asked calmly.

"What do you think, Jenna? Turn that big brain of yours on and think about it. And be honest — I know it's hard for you to do when you're with me."

"Okay. I'll take a guess. Maybe you want me to be a little nicer to you and to let you play with my boobies more," she said, with a smirk and a tiny hope that he would say yes.

"That's a start," he said sternly, but a smile was playing at the corner of his lips

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