City of Champions (31 page)

"There's nothing going on with me and her," he answered with a bit of defensiveness in his tone, before pulling down her zipper and sliding her jeans down her legs. Jenna leaned on him slightly as she stepped out of one leg and then the other. Wyatt took advantage of his slightly crouched position to lick and nibble at one of her nipples, then the other.

"And nothing's going on with me and Trey," Jenna groaned out. "You still didn't want to see that. I get it. You aren't totally off the hook, but I understand. So I'm sorry I lost my temper."

"Don't be. I kind of liked it," he said, looking up at her with his face nestled between her breasts.

"What? You're crazy." Jenna laughed. Wyatt stood, still gazing at her left breast and stroking it with his hand, his thumb rubbing roughly over her nipple.

"I don't know, maybe I am." He looked into her eyes again. "Thing is, you always try to be so cool and calm. Collected. I can tell you want to keep yourself distant from me. Hell, you basically spent weeks telling me you wanted nothing to do with me. But I know I have an effect on you. I like that I drive you nuts. It's hot to see you get all worked up because of me — out of control. I know other people don't affect you like that… What can I say? I'm messed up."

Jenna swallowed around the lump that seemed lodged in her throat, before responding.

"Come on, you messed up thing. Let's get wet. That is if you can leave my chest alone long enough to get in the tub."

"I'll try," he answered with a chuckle, standing in front of her and placing a hand over each breast. "You're the one who texted me that these were my Christmas presents. They're the best gifts I've ever gotten. I intend to play with them as much as possible." Wyatt moved his face so it was planted fully between her breasts, pressing them against his cheeks. He hummed happily, suddenly moving his head quickly back and forth against the mounds of flesh, until all she could see was his hair and her own shaking breasts, as he reveled cheerfully in her body.

The silly attention made Jenna laugh out loud. She finally awkwardly bent forward to unbutton his jeans, effectively separating him from her bosom. He pouted at her, standing up with a sigh.

Wyatt looked despondently at her chest, adding, "Goodbye…for now." He quickly shucked off his jeans, followed by his underwear. Jenna stripped down the rest of the way herself, before he helped her into the steaming water.

There were about fifty scents swirling around their bodies, and Jenna loved every one of them. Wyatt sat down first and pulled her onto his lap, but his stiff erection was already bumping distractingly on her rear end. Jenna giggled at the sensation of his hard, slippery cock slapping and rubbing against her skin in the warm water.

"Don't laugh, woman. It's your fault, being all sexy and naked. You're not the only one here that fantasized about this."

Jenna turned around and faced him, moving her legs to straddle his hips. His responding groan filled her with joy and encouraged her to press her body more fully against him.

"Dammit!"

"What's wrong, Wyatt?"

"I didn't grab a condom. Hold on."

He began to move but Jenna gently pressed his chest, pushing him back down.

"Do you not want to?" he asked, clearly confused, and a bit distressed.

"No. I do. I thought about this while you were gone. I'm clean, and you have regular physicals. Are you…"

"Totally clean. I submit to all the tests, including STD tests. Are you saying what I hope you're saying?"

"I am. I'm on birth control, an IUD…" Jenna suddenly felt so shy, but continued, "I want to feel you bare inside of me, Wyatt. So…"

Before Jenna could say another word, Wyatt's mouth was on hers and his hands were tightly wound in her hair. As he pressed his body completely against hers, the water began sloshing against the sides of the tub. Wyatt moved his mouth down her jawline and sucked on her neck with a gentle pressure that made her pussy spasm in response.

"I guess that means you like my idea," Jenna managed to say, even though it was hard to formulate a thought. Wyatt simply grunted in return.

He leaned back to look at her, his eyes glowing like molten bronze, practically singeing her flesh. His hands moved to her hips, fingers wrapping around her hip bones and lifting her so that he was perched just at the cusp of her entrance. She pressed her hands on the edge of the tub on either side of his shoulders, balancing above him.

"Tell me you want me, Wyatt," she requested. Hovering above him, she looked in his eyes, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"You don't have to ask me for that. I want you so much, it's a little scary, Doc. And I like you, too, probably more than I should."

"Good," Jenna whispered. She nodded slightly and he began to slide into her. She could feel every part of his length inside of her, and with each inch, he was erasing the pain and fear of the day. Her hands moved to his hair, clutching it in her fists as she pushed herself down onto him.

His eyes never left hers as he gently eased in and out of her body. It was beautiful and sweet, but the excruciating cocktail of the day made Jenna need more…so much more. She wanted this water and his body to wash away everything ugly and leave nothing but the two of them behind.

She bounced up and down on him clumsily, but with determination. Wyatt noticed and quickly took over again. He pulled her off him, causing a disappointed grumble to escape from her lips. A wicked smile played on his mouth, before he moved his hands to her waist. Wyatt rose to his knees and turned her body to face away from him. She could feel his wet hands skim along her sides and then arms, until they covered hers.

Jenna was impatient, eager to have him inside of her again. She could feel his erection against her ass and squirmed backward to try and get closer, but his arms and torso were pinning her in place.

She felt his hot whisper in her ear, as he leaned over her, securing her hands to the edge of the tub. "You're right, I
am
obsessed with your breasts."

He paused, letting his hands caress the sides of her chest. But he didn't tease or touch them. She released a frustrated moan and pressed back against him again. A quick swat on her bottom made her jump. Jenna almost lost her balance, but Wyatt grabbed her quickly at her bent hips until she was steady on her knees.

"But, I also like this view. I'd hate to miss the chance to touch this perfect ass," he growled out, grasping the globes of her bottom firmly. Suddenly, he was inside her again. Jenna immediately groaned in pleasure. From this new angle, she could feel him even more completely than before. Each perfect inch of him, entering her so deeply she never wanted the feeling to end.

She gripped the edge of the tub, resting her hot cheek on its cool marble for a moment before lifting up on her hands to arch her body back and meet his powerful thrusts. Wyatt's strong fingers continued to grip the flesh of her ass, as he used his hold to gain leverage and increase his pace.

Soapy water swirled around them, creating a whirlpool, sucking and pushing at their bodies. Jenna felt him move his hands, one to her shoulder, while the other took a firm grasp of her hair and tugged on it hard. This allowed him to hit a point even more deeply inside her, causing her to scream out loud.

Electricity shot straight through to her core, as Wyatt leaned his large body across her back, moving his arms to hold her around her waist. He growled against the skin of her shoulder, biting it and pushing in short, hard thrusts until her own shouts were reverberating against the tile walls. They joined with his groans — creating an overwhelming crescendo of harmonious sound.

Wyatt released a deep grunt and she felt him spasm inside of her. She tensed and clenched around him, until her whole body went limp beneath him.

He breathed deeply, before sitting back against the tub, taking her with him. Returning her to his lap, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Jenna grasped his hands, winding her fingers into his.

"You have such great ideas, Doc," Wyatt whispered, with a chuckle against her neck. Jenna giggled in return, resting the back of her head on his chest. He released her and began rubbing her shoulders. His hands began stroking down her arms and along her back, until she almost purred with pleasure. Sliding down the front of his body, she wet her hair with the water between his legs. When she sat back up, Wyatt began to rub shampoo into her hair.

"I hope washing my hair was a part of your tub fantasy, because it was definitely in mine."

"Making you feel good and having you at my mercy was my vision. This works for that," he said lightly.

Wyatt massaged her scalp with his strong fingers, and the relaxation she felt after her orgasm and from the pleasurable kneading of his fingertips was exquisite. The pain and fear of the day was ebbing away with each touch of Wyatt's hands on her scalp. The added tickling of his hairs against her smooth legs made her feel wrapped in protection from the rest of the world. The practical voice in her head was telling her she should hold back, but she couldn't make herself do it. It was
this
man that was making her feel so good.

Another voice in her head kept reminding her she may never feel this way again. It was getting louder and more overpowering with every one of Wyatt's insistent touches.
Maybe he was her personal pied piper. In that case, for the next several days, Jenna was going to follow him anywhere he led her — even if it was right off a cliff.

After she rinsed the shampoo out and started to apply conditioner to her hair, Wyatt's hands began roaming over the rest of her body. He explored every inch of her, from her toes to her head, and then up again.

"Are you giving me an exam, Wyatt?" Jenna teased, working a small tangle out of her hair as she indulged in the sensuous slide of his hands on her body. After so many terrifying hours of
actual
examinations, she was grateful to have her body be her own again — even if only for these brief few days with Wyatt.

She had to wonder,
How many scared patients have I scrutinized objectively like my doctors have done with me? How many people were trying to hide their worry, while I poked and prodded them without taking the time to understand what my seemingly nebulous words could do to them, and their way of life? Was Wyatt one of them? Did I fail him in some way?

His words broke through her spiral of anxiety.

"We've never had any time to just enjoy each other. I'm trying to make the most of this." His left hand settled on her knee, toying lightly with the raised flesh that was the remaining evidence of her arthroscopic surgery.

"That's a hell of a scar, Doc."

"It's from my knee surgery, but I guess you already knew that?"

"I did. Though I didn't get many details."

"I blew out both my ACL and MCL in this knee in the second half of a basketball game in college. We'd made it to the Elite Eight round of the championships my junior year. We were down five points with three minutes to go. I was a shooting guard and went up for a simple jump shot, just like I'd done a thousand times before. I came down funny and that was all she wrote. I couldn't walk and it took all my strength to keep from crying in front of all those people. They carted me off on a stretcher, it was all pretty humiliating."

"And you had to have surgery?"

"Yes, and a year of rehab. We lost the game, too. So it sucked all around."

"Were you able to play again?"

"Not competitively, no. My body was never the same after it happened."

"Did you miss it?"

"The game?" Jenna felt him nod slightly behind her. "Certain things, yes. My whole life had been in the world of competitive sports. It was how I related to my dad…and pretty much everyone else in the world, too. Everything was regimented and predictable. I always knew what the next day would hold, and that my body could provide me the security I needed to make a future for myself. All of that vanished with one misstep."

He went silent behind her, taking several deep breaths behind her, before asking, "Then you get why I don't want to have surgery?" he asked, gently rubbing the thin, raised skin on her knee with his thumb in a way that was at once soothing, yet also unsettling.

"I guess I do."

"All that security and predictability? I need that, too, but I don't have a brain like yours to fall back on. This game is all I can do. I'm not just a bum shoulder."

Her stomach flipped a bit at the reminder of Richard's advice. Maybe she hadn't taken into account the whole person when she examined Wyatt.

"No you aren't, Wyatt. I know that. I would've loved not to have that surgery. Thing is, it was the injury, not the surgery, that broke me."

He pulled her back flush against his front, and she could feel his chest move as he cleared his throat.

"I don't think you're broken, Doc." Wyatt leaned his head forward, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I think you're pretty amazing."

Bacon was sizzling and popping vigorously in a pan as Wyatt sang quietly to himself in his kitchen. He was also dancing a bit, mainly because he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, which required some careful cooking on his part to avoid burning himself.