Brothers Black: Wyatt the Heartbreaker (13 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Nellie

“Wyatt,” I moan into the room as he feasts on my breasts. What started out as us cuddling in bed for the night has turned into our burning desire to please each other. When I looked up into his golden eyes and told him those three words, “I love you.” He pounced.

Within seconds his heated, wet mouth was on mine. You would think he was trying to drink the words from my mouth once again. It didn’t take long for him to make his way down my body. He ate my pussy like it was the best treat he ever had, now he is sucking and nipping at my breasts like they are just as tasty.

I feel myself coming once again as his hand strums my clit and pussy like a finely tuned guitar. When I cry out my release with his name, he moves his mouth to cover mine. I can taste myself on his lips. That makes me groan and lick his lips for the sweet taste.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you are going to feel me for the two weeks I am gone,” he moves his lips to my ear to whisper before moving his lips to my neck to suck on it.

I arch into him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I lift my hips beckoning him to push inside me. I am more than ready for him to slide home. I am aching for more, for him to fill me up.

Wyatt lifts his body away from mine and I whimper. He gives me a smug smile. “Turnover, get on your hands and knees,” he commands.

Anticipation courses through me. I follow his command, getting on all fours and wiggling my ass at him as I give him a coy smile over my shoulder. I watch his eyes hood with lust and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He eyes my pussy like he wants another taste.

I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs. It must catch his eye as well because his eyes drop, he pulls his lip into his mouth and he groans. His hands go to my cheeks and spreads them.

“Just one more taste, Baby,” he groans. “I promise to fuck you after one more taste.”

Before I can respond his face is deep in my folds. He laps and sucks at my center while he pushes my thighs apart to lick the juices that have escaped down my legs. He pulls my skin into his mouth and I know he is leaving his mark.

He kisses his way back to my center and his tongue thrusts into me. I clench the sheets as my legs start to shake and my moans start to increase and fill the room. Wyatt growls into me and I scream as the combination of his tongue fucking in and out of me, and the vibration of his deep growl rolls through me, pushing me over the edge.

He doesn’t wait for me to recover. I feel him lift my hips as I sag from the force of my climax. I gasp as he thrusts into me hard. This is the roughest he has ever been with me. What also surprises me is the fact that I feel his piercings rubbing my g-spot.

Wyatt doesn’t wear the bars as often as he used to, especially since I love going down on him. We have never done it at this angle while he has had them in. It feels amazing. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he pounds into me.

“Fuck yeah, Nellie,” he grunts as I start to flutter around him. I squeeze my pussy around him because I know he loves when I do, but soon I lose control and explode all over his massive erection. “Oh yeah, so good, I love it when you cum on my cock, Baby. You have no idea how good you feel.”

I know he feels amazing as he pumps through my orgasm. Four months of him worshipping my body and it is still amazing every time. He fills me to the brink and stretches me deliciously. I’m so wet as he pumps in and out of me.

The scent of his cologne is surrounding me. I feel like I can taste him, feel him and with each groan hear him. As if he is reading my mind he grabs my hair tipping my head back so that I can see him as well completing all my needs for him.

He stares into my eyes fucking me hard, harder than ever before. I feel like he is looking into my soul. His hips are pounding against me and I throw my hips back as best I can, it is all I can do to stay upright. His lips are parted as he puffs air across my face.

His face twists into a sexy grimace that tells me he is getting close, but fighting it off for as long as he can. His hand not in my hair drops to my hip, his fingers putting a tight grip on my waist.

His brows furrow and his eyes burn into me. “Do you even know how much I love you,” he says with his eyes still locked on mine.

“Yes,” I whimper.

His brows draw deeper, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he bends his large frame over me and devours me with a sexy soul-stirring kiss. I moan as his tongue plunges in and out of my mouth. He groans into my mouth and rolls his tongue around mine as he rolls his hips at the same time.

He is still giving it to me hard. In fact, as he breaks the kiss he pounds into me harder. He releases my hair and leans over me, his hands find mine, lacing his fingers through mine. He is pounding me so hard my teeth are chattering.

“Christ, I am going to go insane without you,” he growls.

“I miss you already,” I whimper.

“You better miss me. This pussy is mine, Nellie. Your pleasure is my pleasure. You won’t touch this pussy while I’m gone. You will ache for me until I come home to please my pussy,” he demands over the loud slapping of his hips against my ass. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I cry out.

“Tell me, Baby, tell me you won’t touch my pussy while I’m gone,” he hisses between his teeth. I can feel him swelling inside me.

“I won’t touch your pussy while you’re gone, I promise,” I say breathlessly.

“Damn right you won’t,” he groans. “When I get back I’m going to turn you out, Nellie. You haven’t begun to know pleasure. I’m going to ruin this pussy.”

I gasp at his words as I hear their promise. I know he means every word. I come again as the thought of his promise and the sound of his deep voice in my ear take hold of me.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

He chuckles at my exclamation, but not for long once my pussy starts to grab him and suck his release from him. His laugh is cut off as his roar fills the room. He doesn’t have to wait until he comes back. I am already ruined. I don’t want anyone else, but this man.

We collapse in bed, with Wyatt pulling me into his arms as he turns us on our sides, not pulling out. The room is now silent except for the sound of our breathing. Wyatt reaches for my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine. He lifts our hands together and turns my face to face him.

“Do you really understand what you mean to me? How much I love you?” he asks once again, his eyes searching again.

“Yes, babe,” I say as I blush.

“I don’t think you do, Nel,” he shakes his head. “You are what I needed and I didn’t know it until I found you. You’re everything, Nellie. Don’t ever doubt that or forget it. I love you so much, Baby.”

“I love you, too. Come home to me safe, Wyatt. I can’t live without you,” I say with tears in my eyes.

This time, when he kisses me, it leads to slow lovemaking before we fall asleep in each other’s arms. That night I could feel the moment our relationship took a turn. It may not have been expressed with the simple words said, there were no words that could describe it, but our hearts knew.

Chapter Eighteen

Nellie

I look myself in the mirror and see a new woman. There is a sparkle in my eyes that was never there before. I love who I am and Mom has even seemed to light up and sound happier on our last few calls.

I think the only reason I don’t let go of my apartment is because I want to be the one to decide when I do. It was my first step to my own independence. It was the first part of my life I can say I had control over. That means a lot to me, but I have really been thinking about moving in with Wyatt since he has been away.

I miss Wyatt so freaking much. I don’t think I will ever spend another night away from him if I don’t have to. It has only been a few days, but this house seems so big without him. I think I am going to go crazy if I spend one more night here all alone.

Bean still hasn’t spent any real time with me since I moved back. I decide to call her and see if she wants to stay over or something. I finish brushing my curls into a ponytail. I smile at my reflection as I think of how much Wyatt pouted when I started to grow my bob out.

I walk into the bedroom for my phone and call Bean. I have to pull the phone from my ear when Bean first answers the phone. Her voice sounds strange at first and then I hear yelling in the background. It’s a male voice. I press my ear to the phone to hear him better.

“Bitch, I told you to turn that fucking phone off. We’re going to talk about this shit. Unlock this fucking door,” the males voice roars.

“Nellie, can I please call you back,” Bean’s voice quivers through the phone. I’m already in motion for Wyatt’s safe.

I punch in the code he gave me before he left and reach inside for the .45 he told me to grab in an emergency. I close the safe back and head for the garage snatching up my purse. Wyatt left me free reign to drive his cars if I needed to go anywhere as long as I stayed away from my apartment.

I opt to drive his A4. It’s fast and I’ve driven it a few times when Wyatt needed to be at work earlier than I did. I just needed to get to Bean. Images of Barry trying to stomp on me as the girl he was cheating on me with grabbed his arm flashed in my head. I have to protect Bean.

“Rebecca, don’t you hang up on me,” I snap into the phone. I had moved so quickly without thinking that I am already in the car pulling out of the driveway.

“Nellie, I need to get out of here,” she sobs.

“I know and I am on my way to make that happen. Where are you? Are you home,” I demand.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Wyatt will kill me if he finds out you got in the middle of this. I can handle him.”

“Bean, are you safe for now,” I ask.

“Yeah, I locked myself in my bedroom.”

“Fine, stay there,” I nod even though she can’t see me. “Don’t hang up, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

I rush as fast as I can to Bean’s apartment praying that I get there in time to help her. I periodically ask her questions to make sure she is still there and safe when it gets too quiet on her end. That isn’t often, as that prick boyfriend of hers continues to bang on the door and berate her.

Bean is the most non-confrontational person I know other than myself. It is what drew us to one and other. It’s not that we can’t defend ourselves we just prefer not to fight. I’ve watched Bean kick Noah’s ass. I know she can handle this new boyfriend without a problem.

It’s just that Bean would rather ride out the confrontation than handle it. I know her so well; because I was just like her before I moved back home and started seeing Wyatt. My phone starts to ring on the other end just as I near Bean’s apartment.

“Bean, Sweets, just hold on I’m getting another call,” I say into the phone. “I’m almost to you so don’t hang up.”

“Okay,” she replies just before I switch the call over.

“Hello,” I say as the call connects.

“Hey, Nellie,” Braxton’s voice comes through the line sounding concerned. “Where are you?”

“Bean is in trouble. I’m on my way to her place,” I reply. I don’t want to tell him, but right now I think it is a good idea in case Bean and I can’t handle things.

Braxton groans into the phone and curses. “Nellie,” he growls. “Shit, Noah, and Wyatt are going to have my ass. Don’t do anything until I get there. Ry and I are on the way. Just keep tight. You got me?”

“I’m not promising anything Braxton. She needs help,” I reply. “I have to go, she is on the other line.”

“Damn it Nel –,” he starts, but he doesn’t get to finish as I drop the line and go back to Bean as I pull up in front of her place.

My blood runs cold as I hear her scream and the sound of what I guess to be the door being kicked in. Her boyfriend’s voice is getting closer to the phone as she yells for him to just leave.

I call out to her. “
Bean
,” I yell, but she doesn’t answer me.

I can only hear her shouting over him berating and shouting at her. I throw the car in park and jump out with my purse, where I packed Wyatt’s gun. I raced for her door as fast as I can. I thank God for forward thinking as I remember Heather insisting we all trade apartment keys in case of an emergency. I pull my keys from my bag fumbling to find the one for Bean’s front door.

I find the key I had color coded to know it is for Bean’s. I hear their voices rising inside the apartment just as I get the door open. I remove the gun from my bag and place it in the back waistband of my jeans dropping my bag by the door.

I send up a silent prayer. Wyatt is going to be pissed, but this is my friend. I have to protect her if she won’t do it herself. “Sorry Wy,” I mumble then I move in to do what I have to do.

Chapter Nineteen

Wyatt

“Thanks for everything,” Nate says as he shakes my hand. We have just landed to drop him and his team off.

I nod my head as I try to fight my grim thoughts. I wish I could say that it is all because I miss my woman, but that’s not it. I know Nate’s woman is pregnant and he has wanted to get back home to her as much as I want to get back to Nellie. However, he has had the same look on his face that I’ve had.

“I think we should keep in touch to let each other know if anything out of the norm happens,” I say as I can’t shake the feeling of unease.

“I agree. I know we ran a tight ship, but I can’t help feeling like something was missed,” Nate grumbles.

“Yeah, I have the same feeling,” I sigh. “We did everything right, man. Maybe it is just seeing those women and men off to a life of who knows what. I mean some of them you couldn’t even call women or men. They were just kids,” I sigh and rub my temples trying to rid the images.

Some damage had already been done before we got there. The looks on their faces, it is something I don’t think I will ever forget. This mission will keep me up at night for a while.

“Yeah, I’m going to tell Bobby to go ahead and blow the whistle on that ring. He and your dad should have what they need to bring them down,” Nate says with a tired sigh. “Look I haven’t talked to my woman in two weeks. I need to get home and forget everything we just saw.”

“I hear you,” I say and, this time, I pull him in for a hug. Nate is a good guy.

Once we are in the air again in the private jet, my thoughts go to Nellie. I have missed her like crazy. I can’t wait to get her in my arms. I could just crawl into bed with her right now, wrap around her and sleep for a week. We are half way through the flight when I look over at my little brother, Toby.

I watch as he stares at his phone and his face goes white as a sheet. I go to ask him what is going on. I have noticed the whole mission that he has been distracted, which is not like him. Yeah, he has been difficult lately, but it has never affected his work before. He is always focused when we need him.

As I open my mouth, Noah growls next to me. I mean a deep dark growl from the pit of his stomach. He pulls my attention from Toby and to his phone that he is staring at. I haven’t turned my phone back on yet.

I’d be too tempted to call my girl and that will just be torture. I want her in my arms not on the phone still miles away from me. I look down at Noah’s phone and I swear the same growl roars from my throat.

“What the fuck is that? Tell me it is a joke or some training you set up while we were gone,” I snarl.

“This motherfucker is going to wish this was a joke,” Noah growls. “That’s Bean’s dead ex-boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well, why is my girl handing him his fucking ass on a video,” I hiss. “Who is recording that shit? Wait…did she just pull a gun?”

I squint at the video as Ryan comes into view. I am going to kick his and Braxton’s ass. I bet my life Brax is the one recording. This shit is more than entertaining to that little fucker.

I have to say my chest is swelling with pride to see my baby handle herself, but if my asshole brothers had time to record the shit they should have stepped in a hell of a lot sooner. If Nellie or Bean had gotten hurt, I would be missing two brothers.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I am processing how confident both Nellie and Bean look. It is a look I haven’t seen on either of them in a while. Well, I have never fully seen it on Nellie, but I have on Bean before.

Noah starts the video over and this time, I catch it from the beginning. I wince when both Bean and Nellie kick the dude in his back. Johnathan is now standing over us to see what has us ready to murder.

“Damn,” John whistles when Nellie scissor kicks the prick and Bean follows with a backflip double kick.

I almost feel bad for the guy, but he hasn’t even begun to know hurt. The way Noah is clinching his phone in a vice grip, I know he is going to kill this guy. I lift my brow as I watch Nellie pull my .45 for the second time.
Fuck, she looks hot.

“So I guess we won’t be getting any sleep yet,” Johnathan sighs.

“I got this,” Noah rumbles. “Brax said Bean has been staying with Nellie and working at the office. Wyatt, you go take care of our girls. I got this asshole. I’ve owed him a visit for some time now.”

I lift my brow further to hear Noah call Bean his girl. I don’t call him on it right now, but I will be looking into what is going on there once I know my baby and Bean are safe. I’m not worried about Noah needing back up. He can take that douchebag in his sleep.

I just need off this plane. If one hair is harmed on Nellie’s head, I am going to let loose a shit storm like none other. Bad enough Braxton and Ryan are going to want to avoid sparring with me for at least a few months. If they don’t, I am going to tear into them every time this shit comes to mind.

I sigh. Never a dull moment I swear. We are twenty minutes out from our descent when I can’t hold back from turning on my phone. As soon as I turn it on I wish I hadn’t. I am like a caged lion as Felix’s text comes through. This plane needs to land. Now!