I scrunch my nose up, trying not to say anything mean about the place, but to be honest, it’s not somewhere a family would live. It’s a place for a single person or a couple, and I already know that Wyatt wants more. He won’t have it with me, but I know that he wants it sooner rather than later. This is a big purchase, and if I know anything about him, it’s that he looks toward the future, not the present.
“It wouldn’t be a good place for a family,” I shrug.
Cindy makes a noise, but I don’t look over to her, I can’t. Wyatt’s face softens and something crosses his features, something unreadable, but warm. My entire body fills with that warmth and I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering if just my simple words have given him the wrong impression.
“Yeah, sugar,” he murmurs.
He lifts his head, turns and I hear him speak to Cindy. “Let’s go over to the next one,” he calls out.
My heart picks up speed when his eyes find mine again, then he speaks, and I swear my entire body melts. “My woman doesn’t like this one,” he practically rasps.
Cindy breezes past us, her heels tapping at the door. Wyatt takes my hand in his and guides me toward the door. Nothing is said as we walk past Cindy, but I can feel her narrowed eyes on my back, burning a hole in my body with every step we take.
Once I’ve climbed inside of Wyatt’s truck, I turn my head to look at her. Her gaze flicks from Wyatt’s ass to me. A slow smile spreads across her face and I watch as she wets her bottom lip.
She’s gorgeous, no wonder there is something, or was, between them. She would look good standing next to him too, much better than me. She’s thin and tall, long legs, pretty blonde hair, and perfect makeup. She looks like she was a cheerleader in high school, too.
“What happened between you two?” I ask as soon as he’s in the truck and shifting it into drive.
Cindy slowly sinks into her fancy car at the same time Wyatt clears his throat.
“Does it matter?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip, worrying it, then look over from her car to him. I don’t answer him immediately. I want to say that it doesn’t, the past is the past. I haven’t told him about the men I’ve been with, and if he knew, he’d never want to see me again, for sure. But there’s something about this woman, about hiring her to work for him after obviously sleeping together.
“She’s a good real estate agent, Exeter,” he murmurs.
“She’s beautiful,” I admit.
He snorts, reaching over as he drives down the dirt road, his fingers wrap around my thigh and he gives it a squeeze. “She’s not my type.”
“Gorgeous, skinny, and big tits aren’t your type?” I ask. “I find that hard to believe. That woman is every man’s type.”
He shakes his head once. “Not mine.”
“But you put your dick in her,” I state.
I’m itching for a fight, maybe because I want this to end. It feels too damn good and I’m enjoying him too fucking much. My heart already feels for him, and the longer we go, the harder I’m going to fall and the more it’s going to hurt when he walks away.
The truck’s cab is full of uncomfortable silence as we pull in front of the next house. I look up and my breath is stolen. A ranch home, not huge but obviously a bit bigger than the barndominium, it’s a single story, and much better maintained.
“My dick’s been in her. It’s been in countless other women, too. You weren’t a fucking virgin when I fucked you the first time, Exeter. Should we make a list?” he barks, his anger filling the space around us.
I jump from his words, from his rage. Gulping, I lift my eyes to his. “Wyatt,” I whisper.
“You aren’t going to make me feel like an asshole for having a past and I won’t make you feel like a slut for having your own. That’s not how I want our relationship to go.”
I flinch from the word slut. It’s an accurate description, or at least it feels as though it is. “I didn’t mean anything by it, it…the past you have with her makes this uncomfortable for me. I can tell she wants you and she’s so different from me…”
Wyatt lifts his hand, cupping my cheek. His thumb gently glides across my bottom lip and his eyes follow the motion. “Women like her are a dime a dozen, none of them hold a candle to you, sugar,” he murmurs.
Before I can protest, his lips crash against mine in a rough claiming kiss. My mouth opens on a gasp and his tongue fills me, he owns me in one swipe of his tongue through my mouth. Hell, he owned me with one look from across the honky-tonk.
Wyatt just owns me plain and simple.
I’m lost in him, knowing that what we have won’t last and struggling with allowing myself to be ultimately decimated. Pinching my eyes closed, I hold back the tears, deciding that I’ll leave once he chooses a house, once he’s moved in.
A month with him won’t kill me, it won’t make me fall any harder than I already have. I won’t move in with him, I’ll refuse, and he’ll have no choice but to leave me. It will be for the best. He would regret me when he found out the truth, when he found out everything about me, about my past. I don’t think I could handle that—his regret at being with me.
Chapter Fourteen
WYATT
Cindy smiles as I tell her what I’d like to offer for the property. This one is a few miles closer to Ford’s place, and it’s exactly what I envisioned. There are three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a large open living room and kitchen. It’s perfect for the life that I want, for the family that I want. One that seems a fuck’ve a lot more attainable today than it did a few weeks ago.
“I’ll get this drawn up tonight and send it to you to eSign,” Cindy explains.
“Can we have a few minutes alone?” I ask.
She looks over my shoulder to where I assume Exeter is standing. She’s been standoffish since our little argument in the truck, and as much as I don’t blame her, it still pisses me off.
Cindy’s gaze comes back to me and her lips twitch. “Just close the door behind you. Text me when you’re gone and I’ll remote lock it up,” she murmurs.
I hear her heels click behind me, the door opens and closes, and we’re left alone. Turning my body, I face Exeter. She’s looking at her feet, her curvy body practically begging for me to take her. Or maybe it’s my cock that’s doing the begging. Either way, I’ll have her before we leave this house.
“You like this house?” I ask.
She lifts her head, jerking it back as if I’ve hit her. I watch as she winces, then exhales. “It doesn’t matter what I think,” she states.
I grunt. “It sure as fuck does, sugar.”
She shakes her head. “Wyatt. Please, don’t.”
Taking a step toward her, then another, not stopping until my chest touches her soft tits, I wrap my hands around her waist and look down into her blue eyes. Her breath hitches, her eyes widen, and my cock hardens as she licks her lips.
“Exeter,” I groan. “Why are you playing hot and cold?” I ask on a whisper.
She shakes her head. “I’m not, I don’t mean to. I just know…” Her words trail off and she closes her eyes as if she’s in physical pain. “You think I’m good. I’m not,” she whispers.