Wild Rekindled Love (13 page)

“Are you just going to ignore me or what?”

Grazing the skin near his mouth, he chuckled softly. He should have known she was awake. “Mmm…nope,” he murmured before he ran his tongue over the top of her shoulder. “But I thought you had to leave first thing this morning?”

She rolled over onto her back and her brown eyes sparkled with mischief in the early morning light. “I won’t be missed at home. At least not for a little bit yet.” One fingernail cut a path down his chest, following the line of hair across his stomach until she reached his cock, standing proudly and fully aroused. She peeked up through her lashes when she slid one finger across the head of his penis, spreading the drop of pre-cum that had gathered on the tip. He slowly closed his eyes when she spread the dew down his rock hard shaft until she reached the base and wrapped her hand around him.

Groaning low in his throat, he rocked his hips toward her when she slid her hand back up. “You just love to torture me, don’t you?”

“Who me?” Her throaty chuckle met his ear. “I’m only returning the favor.”

“I don’t torture you.” He sighed when she continued to stroke his cock with her hand—up and down, dragging whimpers from between his lips.

“Oh, yes you do. Every time I’m around you. All I want to do is drag you off to the bedroom.” She shifted so they were chest to breast and she could slip her thigh between his. Her tongue whispered along his bottom lip, before she continued, “And demand you make love to me.”

He opened his eyes and peered into hers while he tried to read the feelings behind the words. “Jamie I…” his voice trailed off when she kissed his chest. Her lips closed around his nipple and she bit softly, tearing an agonized groan from deep within him. Her hand continued to stroke his cock and her tongue laved at his nipple, severing all coherent thought from his mind. Lips moved south, following the line of hair down his abdomen with her tongue until her warm breath flittered across his straining cock. His hips lifted in time to the stroke of her hand until he felt the softness of her lips close over the head of his penis.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” he panted when her mouth engulfed him.

“Mmm,” vibrated against him, shooting electricity clear to his balls, tightening them almost painfully against his body.

“Jamie, baby,” he moaned, hoping she would heed the warning in his voice as he fought for control. “Baby, please.” She released him from her mouth with a pop when she turned and peered up at him, a wickedly delicious smile gracing her lips. “As much as I love how that feels, I want inside you when I come.”

She sat up and the next thing he knew, she straddled his hips, grinding her hot pussy against his groin, but not letting him slide inside her. “Condom?”

“Drawer,” he groaned, reaching up beside the bed and pulled open the small nightstand. He retrieved the foil package, but she took it from his fingers, tore it open with her teeth and proceeded to roll the slippery latex over his full length.

“Damn, that’s hot,” she whispered when she skimmed her fingers back up to the tip once the condom was in place. She scooted up, held his penis in her hand and sank down until his cock was completely inside her hot pussy.

“God, I love the way you feel wrapped around me,” he whispered as he watched her toss her hair behind her and arch her back. His hands grasped her breasts and rolled each nipple simultaneously while she moaned and rocked her hips.

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his chest until he almost slid completely from her warmth, before she rocked back and re-sheathed him inside her heat. Her hair surrounded them like a cloud when she kissed his lips and traced his mouth with her tongue, before delving inside to duel with his.

“You—are—absolutely—incredible.” His broken words brought a smile to her lips. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly. The heat built in his groan to a raging inferno as his balls felt like they were about to split wide open. “God, Jamie, please.”

She rocked faster, grinding her pelvis against his while her own breaths came out in rasping pants and lusty moans until her cry of climax echoed off the walls. His own release followed shortly afterwards as he slammed into her heat, filling the condom to almost bursting proportions. Collapsing across his chest, her hair spread softly against him while they tried to bring their breathing back to a normal tempo.

After several minutes she lifted up and propped herself on his chest with her elbow. “As much as I would love nothing more than to stay here like this all day, I have to go.” She lifted her hips, successfully unsheathing him from her warmth. When she rolled off the bed, she grabbed the t-shirt she’d worn briefly and headed for the bathroom.

He rolled on his side and watched her until she shut the door. Reaching down, he removed the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket at the side of the bed.

Damn, she’s gorgeous.

A silly-ass, stupid grin was plastered all over his face when he thought of the night they’d shared.

Lying on his back, he folded his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling while he played their night over in his mind. She had been as responsive as ever, meeting him thrust for thrust, lick for lick and everything in between. If nothing else, she had gotten better over time, if that was possible. When they were together before, their lovemaking had been good—better than good, but now, he could describe it as explosive.

He turned his head when she opened the door. She stood silhouetted against the bathroom light, her hair wildly tangled around her head. His fingers itched to comb through her curls and bring her lips to his, but he cleared his throat instead. “I think your jeans and shirt are in the living room.”

“Actually, no, they’re outside by the hot tub.” Her eyes twinkled when she smiled. “Care to retrieve them for me?”

He cocked an eyebrow as he raked her from head to toe and back again. “And miss seeing your naked ass as you walk away? Mmm…not on your life, woman.”

Huffing slightly, she sauntered toward him with the sexiest swing of her hips he’d ever seen. “Pretty please?” Her lip stuck out in a small pout when she stopped next to the bed and leaned over him. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip before she bit down slightly, and then soothed the sting with her tongue.

He growled low in his throat and then grabbed her around the waist, swinging her over him, depositing her flat on her back. Pinning her to the bed with his body, he said, “Depends on what’s in it for me.”

“Welll…” She ran her fingernail down his chest and he sucked in a ragged breath. “I might be persuaded to come back over here later.”

“Might you, now.”

“Uh-huh.” The teasing glint in her eye had him wondering what she might be up to.

“Maybe for dinner? We could go out somewhere nice.”

“Maybe.”

He nibbled at the sides of her lips and she sighed when his tongue found the spot where her dimples usually creased her cheeks. He finally lifted his head and said, “Okay. I’ll go get them.” He rolled out on the opposite side, grabbed his jeans and slipped them on. He looked over his shoulder as she propped herself on her elbows and gave him as sexy-as-hell smile. He smiled in return and shook his head before he disappeared in search of her clothes.

The sun reflected off the sliding glass when he pulled it open. Her clothes still sat where she had left them the night before, draped across a chair near the hot tub. As he snatched them up in his hand, he turned to his left to find his neighbor peeking over the stone wall separating his house from hers.

“Good morning, Wyatt. Some party last night,” Joan said with a quirk of her perfectly arched eyebrow.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Morning, Joan.”

“Where is your friend this morning?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Her gaze dropped to the obviously feminine blouse clutched in his hand. “Your female friend. If the noise I heard over here was any indicator, you sounded like you were having a good time.” Her gaze raked his chest and he fought the urge to shiver in revulsion. He hadn’t lived here long, but Joan had made it perfectly clear from the beginning she would keep him entertained, if he so chose, but he wasn’t interested. Her collagen-filled lips, waxed eyebrows, obviously over-accentuated breasts and never without any makeup face, did nothing for him, even if he hadn’t been with Jamie again. He preferred the woman he woke up with to have a pretty face without all the trappings—a good old country girl. She had to be comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt if the occasion warranted it, or a pretty dress if need be. He had the feeling Joan wouldn’t be caught dead without her makeup.

“Oh, yeah, a good time was had by all, I assure you.”

Her eyes narrowed and a frown pulled down the corners of her mouth. “You should have invited me. I’m sure I could help keep you satisfied, Wyatt. I get the impression one woman isn’t enough for you.”

“Trust me, Joan, this woman is plenty enough for me.”

“Wyatt? What the hell is taking you so long?” Jamie asked when she peered outside. Her bare legs were obvious when one knee appeared through the opening. Joan’s gaze ricocheted to where Jamie now stood and he didn’t think her eyes could turn into slits with all the Botox in her face, but they did.

“Well, hello there,” Joan said, and he could almost hear her grit her teeth. “I’m Joan, Wyatt’s neighbor.”

“Hello,” Jamie replied, her wide eyed gaze zipping back to him.

“She’s cute, Wyatt, but not what I would think would be your type, honey.”

“Joan,” he growled, but she didn’t heed his warning.

“I mean, really. She’s kind of flat chested in comparison. I know how much you like breasts and all. That blonde you had over here last week,” she tapped her painted fingernail against her chin as she thought. “What was her name? Um…Janet, maybe? No.” She snapped her fingers. “Amanda—that’s it. Amanda. You sure had a good time with her in that hot tub of yours.”

He could almost see the steam coming from Jamie’s ears when she slid open the door the rest of the way and moved toward him. Not caring whether Joan knew she had no clothes on under his t-shirt, Jamie slipped out and grabbed her clothes from his hands before disappearing back inside the house.

Wyatt rounded on Joan and growled, “You bitch!”

“What?” Joan asked innocently.

“If you have screwed up my relationship with her, I will personally ruin you in this town. I’m sure your husband would be very interested to know where you spend your Saturday nights, especially when he’s out of town.”

 
She sucked in a frightened breath and her eyes widened. “How would you know?”

“I’ve seen the limo pull up outside. You really aren’t very discreet, Joan, and I know Sebastian would love to hear about your trysts to the Kitty Club.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Placing his hands on his hips, he said, “Wouldn’t I? I have no qualms about making sure your circle of friends and your husband know about your
other
activities if you get in my way.”

He couldn’t see the iris of her eyes anymore when she glared at him and her lip curled into a snarl. “You’ll be sorry you crossed me, Wyatt,” she threatened before she disappeared back over her side of the wall.

Hurrying toward the back of the house, he called, “Jamie?” Calling her name again, he jumped when the next thing he heard was the front door slam. “Shit!”

Racing toward the entrance, he jerked it open just in time to hear her truck start. She jammed it into reverse and backed out of the driveway with a squeal of tires that bounced off the houses around his.

* * * *

Tears burned behind her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment as she jammed her feet into her jeans and pulled them up.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why the hell did I let him get to me?

She swiped at the moisture at the corner of her eyes, and then slipped her blouse on, quickly buttoning it.

I have to get out of here.

Dressing quickly, she walked toward the living room and grabbed her purse. Keys in hand, she disappeared out the front, slamming the wooden panel behind her in her frustration and headed for her truck. She ripped open the driver’s side, slid inside and whipped it closed. Jamming the key into the ignition, she turned it and sighed when the engine growled to life just as she saw Wyatt appear, out of the corner of her eye. Her heart shattered in her chest when she took a moment to skim over his handsome face behind her tears, before she slipped the truck into reverse and backed out. The tires barked in protest when she hit the gas, leaving the only man she ever loved in the dust behind her.

She managed to reach her parent’s house and disappear into her room before she let the tears fall in earnest. Burying her face in her pillow, she sobbed the gut-wrenching tears of a woman in love with a man who didn’t love her in return.

He plays a good game. He almost convinced me that we might be able to fall in love again, but how could he love me if he was just with someone else last week? All I am is a piece of ass to him.

Her head whispered, “That’s probably all you ever were. Did he really care about you even nine years ago?” Her heart demanded, “Of course he did. He said he loved you when you told him you were pregnant with Samantha. He would have quit school and raised her with you.”