"Technically, there would have been more sex either way," Wyatt said. "Can't get you pregnant twice. I'm pretty sure. That would be, like, super blessed."
Honestly, I was done talking about something that could never happen for me. I palmed his dick, smirking as it hardened in my hand. Now, he was done talking about this too. "I didn't want to say this in front of your grandma, but when I overload, food helps, but sex does too." I bit his earlobe and then wiggled around to grab his shoulders from behind. "Sometimes, I need to be fucked, but when I overload, I want to fuck." I bit down on just the tip of his earlobe hard enough that the spot would sting.
He hissed.
"And then be fucked."
Wyatt made a noise that vibrated through the both of us.
I was just glad I took a chance that he would like that sort of thing. He definitely had a dominate streak that was fun to play with, but he was flexible and didn't mind taking a backseat.
Or taking it in the backseat.
I smiled and then pushed Wyatt between the shoulders so that he landed on his forearms on the bed. He was so in control at the bar that I appreciated this moment for him to kneel in front of me. The cruelest part of me urged me to spank his cheeks until they were rosy, then fuck him and spank him some more. Would Wyatt like it like that? For that matter, would I? I'd never been with a man like Wyatt, and the thought of spanking him just didn't seem right.
Licking his rosy asshole did. Wyatt threw his head back and roared. He pushed back, using my tongue like he would a toy, thrusting over and over. My arms shook trying to stay in place for him. I managed to reach around and grab his swollen length. It throbbed in my hand like a living thing, and my mouth watered as I stroked him.
Wyatt grabbed my wrist to stop me. "No, I come in you," he grunted.
I shrugged. He could come wherever he wanted. I knew where I would.
With perfect Wyatt timing, Wyatt stretched forward and found a bottle of lube. He flipped the lid open with his thumb and then turned it over his ass, letting the stream drizzle down his crack. I grabbed his hips, lining my head with his hole. I pushed, biting my lip as his body sucked me in. His muscles were strong everywhere, and here he was no different. Fucking Wyatt made me feel like a virgin, and my hips stuttered, almost like it was my first time and I'd had no idea what to do. All I could concentrate on was going as fast as my legs would allow, thrusting deep but never in the same place twice.
My balls squeezed, and I recognized my orgasm was coming milliseconds before it lit my body on fire. My dick pulsed, spilling inside Wyatt's perfect heat. It was then that I noticed the mattress and his cum already soaking into the sheets.
I smirked. "I guess you don't come in—" Without warning, my face touched the mattress, and I turned it to the side. Wyatt had me on my hands and knees, his dick already splitting me open from the back. Despite his orgasm, he was hard as a rock, and big too. I bit my lip, feeling like if I let even one peep out, I'd never stop moaning. I loved Wyatt's cock in me.
"You fit my body perfectly," Wyatt whispered.
I didn't disagree. I wanted to believe that it was me, that I had somehow sailed above the retinue of lovers that Wyatt had in his memory bank. Maybe I was special. Really special, not just special right now. "Fuck me. I never want you to stop. Just fuck me forever."
Wyatt snarled and bit down on my shoulder. Coming with his dick buried deep inside, I felt Wyatt everywhere. He was everywhere.
"Come," he ordered.
And that was all it took. My orgasm erupted from me, yanked from nothingness by nothing but his command. I shook through it, clamping my muscles tight.
"I come in you," Wyatt moaned, pumping his hips like tiny aftershocks after an earthquake.
I wanted to arch my back and rub against him like I'd seen Mr. Boots do. But Wyatt leaned back, letting cool air flood between our bodies.
I shivered.
"You're like me, a Swiss Army knife in the bedroom, Kansas. Very useful."
I frowned. He didn't sound nearly as shattered apart as I felt. "Thanks?"
"No question." Wyatt kissed my nose, and I forced my heart not to flutter. "It's awesome."
It. Not me. Not us. There was no us, but I didn't want there to be. I couldn't want there to be? Why want for something that wasn't possible?
Why did I keep asking myself these stupid rhetorical questions?
I waited for Mr. Boots to jump on the bed and then remembered I'd offended him earlier. Wyatt got up, flexing his ass as he walked away from the bed, telling me over his shoulder that he was going to take a shower. I was alone in the bed, but I was pretty sure I'd been alone the whole time.
Chapter Nine
Wyatt
"One question, Kansas. If you frequented so many bars while you hunted—" Couldn't say I enjoyed that terminology. "—why don't you know more about alcohol and drinks?"
"A lot of the time, once I've focused in on a target, I don't see much else. I'm hungry normally at that point, and getting fed, both ways, is more important than anything else when I'm like that. I only see my mark."
I frowned. "You don't need to eat from anyone else anymore now, right? You have me and, like, my super strong energy." He didn't need anything more than that. I hoped he didn't.
"You know I fed from those pack people. But I haven't hunted since you brought me back. I haven't fed, not in that way, no."
That would have to be good enough for now.
My phone dinged, and I smirked before looking at the screen. This morning, I'd made it look like I hadn't slept downstairs in the bar like I had the previous few nights, and then I'd traipsed upstairs to wake Kansas up. He'd been awake, mumbling to the ceiling in his bed. I'd pulled him out of bed, made him breakfast, and was happily watching him eat.
Seeing what happened when he didn't eat was scary. I didn't like seeing Kansas like that. He'd seemed almost like a drug addict who'd reached the end of a weekend-long extravaganza. I'd been careful every day since to make sure he had food at regular intervals, and for the most part, he seemed to appreciate me reminding him.
"What repairs are you doing today?" he asked around a bite of toast.
I'd been planning on replacing some of the flooring. That sort of work would have to be done before the bar opened, but we had hours until then. And no obligations after that except for when we needed to swing over and pick up Riley from his half day in the office.
Since the family meeting, we'd remained in at least groups of twos. Kansas hadn't accepted an invitation to come back to the house, but he accompanied me on my errands in town, and even when he thought he was alone at the bar, I'd been downstairs listening.
"Floors before opening and then probably keep repairing the chairs once customers start coming in."
"If you want, you can leave me here for a few hours. I feel pretty confident that I can handle things alone now," Kansas said. I had no doubt. He'd toned down some of his more abrasively exuberant habits, and yesterday, he hadn't scared a single customer into leaving. He also had done a lot of work memorizing the drink book I showed him and remembering how to make everything in the kitchen. He was one of my most eager employees, and I was confident that he would learn anything I asked of him.