Wyatt spun me around, grinning as he led us to sit on the side of the bed.
Mr. Boots poked his royal head out of his new tree-bed-cave, blinked majestically, and disappeared back into the shadow.
"I think we have to do something crazy, babe. It's the only answer."
I cocked my head to the side. "Crazy like a threesome?" My stomach twisted painfully.
"No," he growled. "You are mine, Kansas. If you don't know that yet, I'll show you right—"
He'd reached for his pants button, and I grabbed his wrists. "Cool it, pal. I don't want that." I licked my lips. "What should we do? Something we haven't done? Sex in public?" I didn't think the park counted.
"Which public?" Wyatt asked, pulling me down so that we lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling. "Is there anywhere you want to go specifically?"
I guessed he didn't count the park either. I flipped through all the places I knew of in Walkerton, but none of the locations jumped out at me. Plus they were all so far. "I don't know if I want to leave the house," I said.
"Well, it isn't a surprise for the others to hear us. They do every time."
I sighed, folding my hands over my belly. It wasn't a beach ball, but I felt comfortable in placing it firmly within bowling ball range. "What if we just turn on that sound app you got to help me sleep? There's an airport terminal setting. We'll just pretend we're in a secluded gate, sitting in the corner by the fake potted plants." I slipped my closest hand off my belly and onto his crotch, smirking when he was already hard. I loved how much Wyatt wanted me.
Almost as much as I wanted him.
He turned away, grabbing his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The soft hum of airplane engines, partnered with the monotonous drone of an announcement and low, consistent chatter.
"There's my dirty boy," Wyatt said with a low, husky tone. He turned me over so I was on my other side, ass to him. There was a wall of mirrors directly in front of me that let me see Wyatt's hand gliding up my body. "You want to fuck right here where anyone can see?" He looked over my body into our reflection just in time to see my dick twitch and leak. Precum dripped from my tip to the mattress. "You do," he crooned.
He grasped my cock, and I blacked out for a second. All that anticipation finally meeting its end was like an electric shock to my brain, and I groaned loudly. "I do!"
His pumping paused for a fraction of a second. "You're gonna say that again for me one day," he whispered in my ear.
Did that mean…
Before I could finish my thought, Wyatt squeezed, going from a Sunday morning stroll to a Saturday night dance party level of caress. My balls tightened, sending bolts of pleasure up my spine. I couldn't want anything more than I wanted this moment. Wyatt's hand on my dick sent me hurtling.
His touch disappeared, replaced with a warm, wet heat. My cock still pulsed, unloading jets of cum into his hot mouth. He clamped his lips around my girth and sucked hard, giving no consideration to how sensitive I was. "Wyatt!" I squealed, grabbing his head. But instead of pushing him off, I pulled him in. He'd sucked me through the point of pain back into pleasure, and I couldn't bare to be parted from his mouth.
He hummed a jaunty tune, something that a pirate would probably sing while loading barrels of rum. It was a gift to be able to watch a person do something they truly loved, and every time Wyatt put his lips around my dick, he gave me that gift.
But if I didn't stop him at some point, he'd probably die down there. I tugged on his hair, and he let me slip from between his lips.
"I need to feel you," I said, trusting he would understand. His mouth on me was glorious, but his dick in my ass was a thing of beauty.
He rolled me to the side again, but this time I faced his phone and the nightstand. "You want me to not just blow you, but fuck you in front of all these strangers?"
It took him mentioning it for me to even hear the noise app again. I'd been hyper-focused on Wyatt. I smiled, loving that he was going along with our game. "Mmm, yes, do me hard where anyone could see."
We might have been playing around, but Wyatt's dick sliding in my ass was no joke. He'd lubed up, but as for giving me time, that was something of the past. And I loved it, how full he could make me feel so quickly. For several perfect seconds, I was completely stuffed by him, and then he began to withdraw.
I whimpered, hungry for him. That was one hunger I could never satiate, not if we had an entire year to ourselves in a bedroom.
He gripped my hip and rolled his body like a professional stripper, managing to hit me in the exact perfect spot every time. And only after dragging over every nerve ending I possessed. I'd come again and quickly if he didn't let up.
"Wyatt, wait, hold on—" Our gazes met, and I saw his unasked question. Do you really want me to stop? I licked my lips and whispered, "Don't stop."
He bounced his hips, thrusting in and out, holding me in place all the while. There was no escape from his thrusts, no escape from the way he made me feel or the orgasm shooting up my cock. I floated into bliss as Wyatt warmed me from the inside out.
My body jerked with tiny aftershocks of pleasure, and my arm shot out, accidentally knocking Wyatt's phone onto the ground where it immediately began to applaud.
Wyatt bowed to his phone, twirling his hand like he was a conductor taking a bow. "Thank you, thank you."
I laughed. "You donker. I probably accidentally changed the setting."
"Or my phone finally realized my masculine perfection."
"Wyatt!" Nash yelled through the door.
He didn't sound like he'd recognized Wyatt's masculine perfection.
"Get out here!"
Wyatt ghosted to the floor, behind me one second and on his own feet, handing me my clothes while putting on his own. He silenced his phone and waited for me to clean up in the bathroom, holding out his hand as I came out. "Nana's here."
"Why does that make you sound that way?"
There wasn't a single wrinkle or twitch on his face to let me know how he felt. "She said Alpha Walker took a turn. It doesn't look good."
We met with everyone else in the living room. The children sat in the large penned-off play area in the corner furthest from the window. The twins were playing tug-o-war with a block while Bran was busy watching everyone in the room move around.
"If Alpha Walker dies, they have to choose a new Alpha. Choose or risk being taken over," Nash said.
"They're sitting ducks already," Branson replied. "That they haven't been challenged already is a blessing."
"Please don't use that word," Aver said with a scowl.
"He was sick at the ceremony, Wyatt, remember?" From the looks on everyone's faces, I gathered that wasn't something Wyatt had shared with them. "I thought it had to do with that night," I said, scratching my arm.
Wyatt took that hand and held it in both of his. "Kansas took a taste of his energy, but he didn't consume it. You know he's promised never to do that again without consent."
Wyatt had given me his open consent, but I still checked in with him often.
"He thought it tasted weird, and we decided it was because of whatever had made him weak that night."