I guess you could say I went along with that bullshit. The last two years I realized I had to make her my woman. During that time, we hadn’t dated other people. Well, no one outside of the women I kept as fillers, so Deacon wouldn’t suspect I was spending time with his sister.
CHAPTER THREE
LAKELYN
Over the years, I interacted with Wyatt at events. Putting my feelings aside, we talked football. That was our safety net. My brother never gave us a second look when we shared our love of the game. He thought of me as one of the guys more often than not. I only knew so much about sports, because dad and Deacon debated about football and basketball daily.
One afternoon when I was thirteen-years-old, I sat watching a football game with my brother and his friends. Mainly because Wyatt was over. Before I knew what was happening, I became obsessed with the game.
I dreamed of becoming a doctor one day. The career shift changed at the age of sixteen. Assisting injured players was the new goal. Sports medicine. That was also around the time I realized wearing oversized T-shirts and baggy jeans didn’t interest me anymore. Deacon didn’t understand why I no longer dressed like a tomboy. The makeup and tight jeans became a distraction at school.
My brother asked me to tone down my attire. Hiding my body wasn’t an option. I loved my new look.
Deacon, Maxon, and Wyatt spent most mornings at my locker bullying guys who tried asking me out on a date. If a guy smacked my ass, he received a blow to the face from me, my brother, or one of our friends. My body was my temple, and I demanded my respect. Deacon didn’t play either. No one would take advantage of his little sister.
Wyatt never treated me any less than a princess. Tomboy or not. I loved that about him.
My brother breathed over my shoulder whenever a boy came to visit. Treated the guys like shit. I laughed under my breath more than I should’ve. Dad didn’t have to say a word. Deacon was over protective enough for both of them.
One day, Wyatt invited me to attend an Atlanta Hawks game. He said we’d be amongst his family in their skybox. I thought nothing of it until he asked me to sit next to him, away from everyone. Wyatt’s hand touched mine on the armrest we shared. We fought playfully in the past, but this was different. Heat swept through me. I didn’t want to move. Our physical attraction was front and center. Around our friends we shied away from each other. But today, we were in our own bubble.
Wyatt and I sat beside each other again in the skybox at the second game we attended. I felt his gaze roaming my body. His long jean clad leg brushed my bare skin. Maybe I should’ve wore jeans instead of the knee length navy colored jersey dress. Tingles danced over my skin. My eyes kept gravitating to the red Hawks T-shirt he wore. Well, really his chest. I’d seen him at football practice a thousand times shirtless, but I’d give anything to run my fingers over his gorgeous pecs.
Pay attention to the game, Lakelyn.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against my ear.
Fuck, I was in trouble. Butterflies worked overtime in my tummy and I shuddered in my seat. Not to mention if he didn’t stop staring, he’d see the beads of sweat I willed not to fall.
I swallowed. “Thank you.”
His hand covered mine. Again, I didn’t want the moment to end.
“Deacon caught me staring at you one day.”
I peeked up at him as my jaw slacked. “What did he say?”
“He made me promise never to pursue you.”
“And?”
“I told him I’d respect his wishes.”
My heart plummeted to my feet. What did I think he’d say? Screw you?
“Deacon noticed I usually only came into the family room to watch the game when you came over. If Maxon was there, I’d say hi and return to my room. He said I could never be with you, because it would destroy your friendship.”
Wyatt’s jaw ticked. He threaded our fingers and brought my hand up and planted his soft lips against my skin.
Wyatt didn’t say a word.
After the game, Wyatt and I met a few of the players outside of the locker room. We continued strolling down a long hall. He peeked over his shoulder, grabbed my hand, then pulled me into an empty suite.
I tried yanking my hand away, but his big hand squeezed tighter. “Give me your other hand,” he growled, as he halted near a black wall.
The expression was unlike any I’d ever seen on Wyatt’s face. Vulnerability.
He closed the space between us. Cranking my neck to stare into his handsome face brought me solace. The time he stole to be with me was sweet, but oh so wrong.
“I’ve liked you for a long time, Lakelyn.”
My cheeks heated. “I liked you, too.”
More like loved you since forever. The truth could never leave my lips. Lusting for my brother’s best friend was stupid and unfruitful.
“This is a selfish act,” I whispered.
He released my hand and held my chin. “I need to kiss those gorgeous lips. Just once.”
“Then kiss me,” I uttered breathlessly. My lips parted.
His mouth fell upon mine. Our lips twisted in a sweet, forbidden kiss that was so hot—my body was on fire.
I palmed his broad chest, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Wyatt’s large hands cupped my ass. A wave of heat struck my body.
Our tongues danced like they knew this would be the last time we’d share something so sinful.
I withdrew my tongue. “We have to stop. My brother...”
“He’d kill me.” His eyes flicked cold. “I wouldn’t go down without a fight.” He swept his lips across mine again and again.
Bracing my hand on his chest, I met his dark gray gaze. “The kiss was perfect. I’ll cherish it forever.” My fingers caressed his cheek.
“Wyatt, I’m ready to go home.”
“I don’t want to stop seeing you.”
“Doesn’t matter what we want, Oak.”
It was so hard to walk away from him.
**P**
The night Wyatt and I gave into our desires for one another, was better than the many times I dreamed of giving myself to him. Nuzzling against his hard pecs after we pleased each other five times, I dozed off in his bulging arms. I expected to wake up in his bed alone the next morning. Wyatt stirred and caressed my ass. “I don’t want to let you go.”
When he murmured those words, I wondered if he recited those words to his many chicks.
The sun cascaded across our half-covered bodies. If we could’ve been in a relationship, I’d kiss his narrow nose, trace my tongue over the dip in his top lip, brush his fine black thick brows, and whip my fingers over his creased forehead. I swear he was deep in thought all the time. I felt the urge to thread my fingers through his inky black slick short hair. The man was ripped all over. Every sculpted muscle begged to be kissed. Then I’d let his long, thick cock shatter my walls again and again.
His dark gray eyes popped open. They mimicked a treacherous storm brewing. “Lakelyn, one day you’ll be my woman.”
My heart lurched in my chest at his honesty. My fingers swept along the outline of his thin, yet slightly pouty lips. Holding the tears at bay, I smiled. That was all I could muster. I gave the only man I ever cared about my virginity. The moment was bitter sweet. And the time came to walk away.