I could handle that. I stepped through the doorway, gasping at the cold even though I'd been expecting it. It was still enough to force the air from my lungs, and I sucked in a sharp breath to make up for it. I spotted the box of fries on the top shelf, just barely within my reach. I grabbed the box as Wyatt shouted, "Not that one—"
Too late. The contents in the box shifted toward me, and the whole thing came toppling toward my face. Instantly, Wyatt covered my backside with the length of his body. He stretched over my head, grabbing the box and steadying it before it could fall further. "I meant for you to grab that bag there," he said, pointing to one shelf under where there were large brown bags stacked on top of each other. His breath tickled the shell of my ear as his hard heat warmed me.
I nodded, sucking my lower lip between my teeth. Snakes alive, it took all I had not to jut my ass back. My nerve endings came alive with his nearness, and though the box was no longer in danger of falling, Wyatt hadn't moved an inch.
I wasn't going to ask him to. His heat, his hardness, it all felt too good. I'd enjoy it for a second. A quick second, and then I'd tell him to step back.
But a second turned into two seconds. Wyatt pushed the box back into place, but he still didn't step back. Instead, he settled his palm over my left hip. I gasped.
"It should be illegal for anyone to feel this fucking good," he whispered, and I lost my battle.
I pushed my ass back, wedging his erection between my cheeks through the fabric. I turned my head over my shoulder, and his mouth was already there, waiting with hot, fervent kisses.
I unbuttoned the front button of my pants, and he pulled them down so that they pooled between my legs.
"Grab the shelf," he ordered. I barely had enough time to comply before he lifted my bottom half and entered me in one, forceful drive forward from his hips.
With my feet in the air and customers in the other room, I was restrained by not only his strength but our location. My body sung as he drove into me, waking up all the nerve endings that had fallen asleep since the last time he'd been inside me. Holy hell, this man knew what to do with his dick. It wasn't just that he was large or that he knew how to move his hips and hit just the right angle inside, but he did all of that at the same time. While holding me off the ground. And reaching around to stroke my dick.
I barreled toward an orgasm with the speed of a racehorse on its last loop around the track.
But Wyatt seemed to be on that same track. His thrusts never slowed, and by the time my own vision had gone white with euphoria, he was filling me with his wet, hot essence.
He'd said that the way I felt was illegal, but I was pretty positive what we'd just done hadn't been legal in the slightest. I couldn't say I cared, not as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed.
"I'm sorry," Wyatt whispered. "I shouldn't have… you were just… fuck!" He disappeared and returned a few seconds later with two towels, one wet and the other dry. "Clean up and I'll watch the front."
On cue, the bell over the door rang. Wyatt stumbled back. "Just, take your time and…"
"Wyatt?" I said and he stopped without turning around to me. "You don't want the fries?" I asked.
He shook his head but never looked back. "No. Grab them when you're done. I'm… fuck."
With that eloquent expression, he was gone.
I sighed at his absence. At least our first time he hadn't been able to run away right after. Even if he'd wanted to. I imagined a guy like Wyatt probably didn't do a lot of cuddling or chats after he got what he wanted. I wasn't trying to say I wanted cuddling right now. It was really cold, and I wiped my body quickly to get out of there as fast I could. I didn't want to be cuddled, but it would've been nice if he hadn't run away after.
Why would that be nice? The logical part of me needed to remind every other part of me that this was all temporary. Nothing was as it seemed. I was a new toy to Wyatt. He hated me for what I'd done to him, but I was also proving fun for him to play with. I frowned. I didn't mind playing around with Wyatt, but I didn't want to be played with. I wasn't sure of the distinction, only that it was important to me.
By the time I made it out front, Tony was gone, and Wyatt stood head to head with two new people. They were both as tall as Wyatt and nearly as muscled. I wondered if they were related, except they didn't look at all the same when it came to their other features.
"I don't care what she fucking told you. Get the fuck out of my bar," Wyatt growled, and I froze where I was.
His head whipped my direction, and he scowled. "Wait for me in the kitchen," he barked.
I swayed back, nearly cowed into immediately obeying, but the worry that wrinkled his eyes kept my feet glued into place. "What's going on?" Clearly these people weren't here for burgers and beers.
"Nothing."
The other two looked past him toward me, their gazes roamed my body as they took me in until Wyatt took a sidestep between us.
"This is tax-related. Just go wait in the kitchen, Kansas." His tone was angry and impatient, until he said my name. That, he said with a slight ring that made it sound more like a plea.
I turned around and went into the kitchen, peeking out through the window when I thought they weren't looking. Wyatt stood very close to the other two, and the words they shared were heated, but quiet.
"Alpha Walker will want to know that—"
"Alpha Walker can kiss my ass," Wyatt snarled.
At this, one of the two lunged for Wyatt. His friend held him back, but the sounds that came from the other man sounded otherworldly.
The hair on my nape stood straight up. I made a squeaking noise and looked around for a weapon. There had to be a knife or… maybe I could collect a cup of scalding oil? Sure, and just walk it really carefully to them while they waited patiently to be burned. That didn't sound like a good idea.
The oil didn't end up being needed. Wyatt propped open the door while the one of the guys who'd been keeping the peace maneuvered his companion outside. "We'll be reporting this. You've made a direct threat to our leader."
What the heck did that mean?
"Kissing my ass isn't a threat. He should be so lucky!" Wyatt yelled back. When the door shut, he locked it and stomped through the room back to where I stood. "Are you okay?"
Was I okay? I hadn't just gone through whatever that had been. I remembered Wyatt saying he had lots of enemies. At the time, I'd thought that meant he was a bad guy. He did seem to have enemies, but I wasn't sure yet why that was.
"Are you? Those guys were…" The sounds that the one had made when he'd gotten angry still had my hair sticking up. "What did they want?"
"Something they won't be getting." Wyatt's jaw was as stiff as his lips pressed into a solid line.
Clearly I wasn't going to get any more than that.
"Will they come back? When you aren't here?" I technically lived here. I didn't want to live with the threat of those two returning at any moment.
Wyatt's expression softened. The hostility that made his face stiff melted away, and he scratched the back of his head. "They won't come back. And if they do, just call me. But I'm usually here anyway. And while you're working, I'll be doing repairs, remember?"