He leaned against the counter sipping his scotch whisky. I hadn’t noticed Bee left our drinks. His presence had knocked me off my game. Wyatt’s eyes slid over my body intentionally. My gaze shot to his massive bulging tanned arms. The ones I clutched while we fucked. The sex was so good I’d fall asleep on his wide chest.
“Don’t look over here, Wyatt.”
“I’m good. Besides, you’re my favorite view.”
Shit, this man became more and more brazen over the years.
“People who play with fire get burned.” I cocked a brow as I sipped my drink. The peach schnapps and Kern’s nectar danced on my tongue.
He faced me, gripped my waist, and brushed his pointy nose along the edge of my ear. “I’m a fire starter, baby.”
I snorted to keep from creaming in my panties. “That you are.” My smile dropped.
“Wyatt, the first time we fucked you said I was off limits?”
“Thanks for the reminder. By the way, I didn’t fuck you, Lakelyn. We made love.”
“Oh, is that what you call slamming into me until my body went limp?”
“Exactly, you falling apart as your pussy ripped the cum from my dick.”
I chuckled. “Your commentary never stops. Does it?”
“Nope.”
“Wyatt, on a serious note. We can’t go on like this. If my brother finds out about us, he’ll break your legs.”
My brother was built like Wyatt. He was a tank. Imagine watching a heavyweight fight. The best of the best. Wyatt and Deacon would drag the fight out to the bitter end.
He pulled away and faced the bar.
His creased forehead was evidence he was struggling with a decision internally. “I’m plagued with that shit every time I want to drop by your house or take you out to dinner.” His nostrils flared.
“Now you’re following me. Why?”
He lifted his cap and threaded his fingers through his hair. “I just wanted to see you.”
My fingers twitched. I fought the urge to grip his hand. His internal battle was mine. Thank God for medical school. If I weren’t enrolled in an aggressive program, I would’ve turned up on his doorstep many nights.
“Now that Rayne and Maxon live in California, the group outings have ended.” He brought the glass to his lips.
My face lit up. “In two months, we’ll be together for Rayne’s birthday. It’ll be like old times.”
“And after that?” He peeked at me.
“You’ll return to training camp.” My smile withered.
“And you’ll attend my games with Deacon. Fuck,” he muttered. It was more like a low growl. I hadn’t seen him this upset in a long time.
“I don’t want the other women, Lakelyn. All I want is you.” His heavy hand landed on the bar.
“The day after Rayne’s birthday, I’ll sit down with Deacon. I don’t want to lose my best friend, but I can’t live without you anymore.”
CHAPTER FOUR
LAKELYN
I swallowed hard. “You’re playing the Seahawks at the start of the season.”
Rubbing the dark stubble on his chin, his eyes narrowed. “I’m talking about our future and you switched lanes?”
My heart plummeted. I’d love to walk out the front door hand-in-hand, but the idea felt too good to be true.
“Wyatt, I can’t come between you and my brother. Our tryst has gone on long enough. It ends now,” I stated, with all the bullshit gumption I could muster.
“So, you’re deciding what happens to us?”
“There is no us.”
He swiveled in his chair and gripped the back of my neck, closing the space between us.
I cut my gaze to my bodyguard, who shot to his feet.
“Brock, relax. I wouldn’t harm one hair on her precious head.” Our intense stare-down set me on fire.
“That sassy mouth of yours will earn you a spot over my knee later tonight.”
My body shuddered. I kept the little wits I had under his powerful touch.
“You’re so horny, you can’t see straight.”
He wasn’t telling a lie. If he reached between my legs, Wyatt would find out how soak and wet, I was for him. “I am not,” I gritted out.
“Lakelyn, I have something for that smart mouth.” His eyebrows dipped behind the sunglasses.
“I don’t want it.” Wyatt released me.
He laughed, shaking his head. “The lies.”
Wyatt flagged down Bee.
She bounced over with a smile. “Ready for another?”
“Yes. And we’re moving to a table in the back corner. I’ll cash out now.” He retrieved the credit card from his wallet.
Leaning my elbow on the bar, my head rested against my palm. “You should pay with cash. Or, I can pay,” I mumbled.
He cut his eyes in my direction. “Lakelyn, I’ve got it covered.”
He placed two crisp one hundred-dollar bills on the counter. “Please bring our drinks to the table.”
“No problem.”
I grinned at Bee as I collected my belongings before vacating the bar.
Wyatt extended his arm. “Lead the way.” He’d mentioned in the past he enjoyed the view of my ass and preferred walking behind me.
“I’m the reason that ass is so fat,” he whispered in my ear. I slid into the round leather booth. He sank beside me. My pussy couldn’t take much more torment.
“Wyatt, you’re behaving reckless.” I scanned the vacant area and exhaled.
He tossed his hat and sunglasses on the table. The cocky smile he flashed told me he didn’t have a care in the world anymore. His bulging, muscled arms rested across the orange suede booth.
“I want to enjoy a night out with my woman.” Wyatt caressed my arm.
My insides vibrated. His words filled my heart with warmth. But no. I couldn’t get lost in this fantasy world he fought for us to live in. Wyatt was fighting a losing battle.
Running around in secret with him was risky. A fan or the paparazzi could spot him and take pictures. Then we’d be exposed.
Bee’s jaw slacked as she halted at the edge of the table.
“Wyatt Oakley. I had no idea it was you,” she beamed.
I grabbed our drinks from her shaky grip.
Shit! My heart was in my throat.
“You dirty devil.” She grinned.
“So, this is the big strapping guy you spoke highly of.”
She winked.
“Um, not Oak.” I slapped his shoulder.
“I’ve known him for years. He and my brother are best friends.”
Her brows lowered. “The hot exchange between you two at the bar implied you were more than acquaintances. Don’t worry, Lakelyn. Your secret is safe with me. Not sure why you want to keep all of that on the low.” She circled her hands in front of her, ogling Wyatt like meat on a stick.
“Thanks for the drinks, Bee.”
Wyatt cut our conversation short. “Please send the server over.”
“No problem.”
Stretching my arms across the table, I dropped my head, hyperventilating.
“Calm down, Lakelyn.”
I snapped my head to the left. “He’s my brother, Wyatt. What if he disowns me because I didn’t honor his wishes? Not to mention, you love Deacon like a brother. How often do you two talk?”