The pop of the buttons releasing their hold on the fly of his jeans filled the room. She quivered, dropping her gaze. He fisted his cock, pulling the hardness from the confines of his boxers sent her back, reaching for the mattress. She sat down, spreading her legs and leaving her feet encased in the high heels on the floor.
Wyatt's tongue came out and wet his lower lip. His predatory look centered on her pussy as he walked forward and dropped to his knees. Leaning back, she braced herself on her hands.
Nothing prepared her for the sight of him kissing his way up her inner thigh or the whiskered caress of his beard against her skin. He widened her legs, lowering his head, and—
"Oh. God." She panted, fisting his hair with one hand.
His tongue lapped between her legs, flicking over her clit. Her legs trembled at the onslaught of pleasure.
The coolness of his body became too warm, heating her. His moans and slurping vibrated against her. She pulled his hair, her lower body working on its own, pressed against his face.
Wyatt reached up and palmed her breast, squeezing and kneading. She raised her leg and hooked his lower back. Her deep, red heel flashing in front of her.
Needing to feel his weight on her, she tugged on a groan. Wyatt raised his head, moving forward, pushing her down on the bed. He settled between her legs and thrust into her.
She moaned loudly, grabbing for his face, kissing him deeply. Her aroma and wetness in his beard had her bucking against his body.
He pushed up on his hands and pulled his cock back and then plunged. Her breath caught in her chest. Grabbing the front of his chest, she dug her fingers into his muscles.
"Tiger?" Guttural moans rolled out of him as he pumped hard into her in a frantic persistence.
She grabbed his hair, held him in front of her. Through her body having a mind of its own, there was something in his eyes that confused her. A vulnerability she'd never seen shown. As if he opened himself up for her to judge. She brought his head down and kissed him.
Her legs tightened around him. The red heels he requested helped her hold on.
His movements became frantic, erratic, out of control. All that motion on her pussy wound her up tightly, and she fed off his urgency.
"Wyatt," she murmured against his lips, slipping her hands under his arms and to his back. "Baby..."
He became relentless, filling her with confusion. His desperation contagious, everything inside of her focused on him. Her orgasm built. She uncontrollably writhed against him, pulling him closer, pulling her closer.
His grunts came painfully out of him. In the back of her mind, she spoke words of comfort, but they never passed her lips.
Her lower stomach rolled into a vibrating ball. Jerking, she arched her hips against him, needing that one touch, that one skim, that one...yes. She convulsed around him. Her pussy bearing down on his cock in ecstasy.
In that second, at her tightest, his cock pulsed bigger, repeatedly, and his warmth filled her as he climaxed. Jolt after jolt of pleasure bonded them together.
Wyatt shuddered in her arms. She held him tighter as his weight came down on her. As her sexual tension released, soothing her, her concern for him only accelerated.
He planted his face in the crook of her neck and rolled to his side. She curled around him, stroking his head.
His heart beat wildly against her. She squeezed out the tears, clouding her vision. The drops rolled out the corners of her eyes and into her hair. A quaking breath zapped all her energy.
Something had happened between the time he'd left her to the time he'd returned. If it was a problem with one of the kids, he wouldn't be here. She feared his inner turmoil had to do with her. Her mind went instantly to him, moving away, moving out of the apartment, taking the kids with him. He'd brought up the subject before and then seemed to put the idea on the backburner.
She lifted her head and looked at him. He gazed back. She smoothed the lines around his dark eyes.
"Talk to me," she whispered.
"I've been asked to join Tarkio Motorcycle Club." He rolled to a sitting position on the bed.
Prepared for something else, she shifted and sat beside him. "That was nice of them."
His shoulders rounded, and his gaze softened. "Only you would say that."
"What am I not understanding?"
"A membership is..." He tightened his lips over his teeth, completely making his mouth disappear in his beard. "It's a life-long commitment."
"What happens if you change your mind and want to quit?"
"Members don't quit." He stood and hitched his jeans up, looking back at her. "You'll be wearing those heels again."
She glanced down at her feet, warming from the promise of having a next time with him.
The sex had been frantic and powerful. She'd forgotten about wearing the shoes.
Standing, she grabbed an oversized T-shirt, knotted it at her hip, and slipped on a pair of panties. She followed him into the kitchen and took the glass of water he handed her. Leaning against the counter, she studied him.
Despite the sex, he remained preoccupied, tense. His forehead remained lined, and the muscles along his shoulders and upper arms bulged and twitched.
"Did Travis get off to the party okay?" she asked.
He finished drinking the water and put the glass in the sink. "Yeah. He was pumped about going. Paco gave him a ride to Banks' house."
"That's good." She smiled. "He deserves to be away from adults and around kids his own age before school starts in two days. Maybe he'll find out some of the Tarkio kids go to his school and he can start the year off with instant friends. I know it was hard for him to start at a new school at the end of last year. At his
