Undeniable Love (6 page)

Wyatt

The good guy thing was killing me. I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Especially after Phil messaged me that he and Sydnee hooked up.  I figured I’d give it a couple of more weeks and if she couldn’t give me credit for my patience and not trying to jump her bones every chance I got, then I was going to say “screw it.”  Ok, I probably wouldn’t but I would be one frustrated sonofabitch. 

After the four of us met up that Tuesday, I saw Stephane again on Thursday.  We met up for a quick dinner at a Demo’s, downtown.  It has been a long day for her so after dinner I walked her to her car, kissed her good night and watched her leave. 

Things at work got a little hectic for both of us so I wasn’t able to see her until the following weekend.  For the first couple of days, we spoke through text, but that frustrated me because I wanted to at least hear her voice if I couldn’t see her.   I loved her voice but hearing it did not help the throb in my groin.  She sounded even more incredible first thing in the morning and late at night when she was tired.  She would talk in these raspy whispers and my mind would wander to the things I wanted to do to her, to make her say my name in that whisper.  Where would I have to touch her to make her moan?  Where could I put my lips to make her body shudder?
Shit! I will to have to buy stock in lotion if I keep this shit up!
I thought.  By the beginning of the next week I was missing her like crazy. That’s a lie I missed her the entire time, but I wanted to show her since I couldn’t see her.  I know a lot of women like to get stuff at work but I didn’t want to go traditional flowers.  That seemed cliché to me so on Tuesday I sent a small floral bouquet and an edible arrangement.  I had just seen the commercial for one and they looked really good, I don't know maybe I was just hungry when I ordered it.  I sent it with a note that said,
“Hope you find these as delicious as you look.”
  Ok so I was easing up on the whole good guy, take it slow thing. I wanted to see how she responded.

(10:24am)

Stephane:  Thank you so much
!


Wyatt: For what babe?

Stephane:  You know what.

Wyatt: I’m clueless ;)

Stephane:  For my flowers and chocolate covered goodies.

Wyatt:  I’m glad you liked them baby, were they good?

Stephane: They were “delicious.” ;)

Wyatt: Haha oh really?  Is that right?

Stephane:  Mmhmm

Wyatt: Well I’m happy you liked them.

Stephane:  I did!  I want to see you this weekend.

Wyatt: I think that can be arranged.

Stephane:  I definitely hope so

Wyatt: What would you like to do?

Stephane: Idk, something fun. Dave & Buster’s? I’d love to kick your butt again.

Wyatt: I do believe you are remembering incorrectly, we tied games.

Stephane:  Well even better for me when I win! Lol.

Wyatt: Alright babe I’ll call you when I get off work.

Stephane:  Ok ttyl

Stephane

I finally got to see Wyatt again that Friday. It had been about a week and a half since we had last gotten together.  The project that I was working on got high marks and we had to kick things into overdrive. Then by the time things calmed down for me at work, Wyatt’s job had him crazy busy.  I was glad that things were finally settling down, and we were going to meet up at Dave & Buster’s for some fun.  I was hoping by the tone of his note in the arrangements he sent me and a phone call we’d had a last night that he would try to do more than kiss me good night.  I was beginning to think I was getting friend zoned. 

After getting off work a little early, I went home to relax for just a bit before I need to get ready.  This would be our fifth date, yes I was counting, and still just kisses.  Since I was hoping for a little more tonight, I made sure to take a little extra time getting ready. I polished my toe nails while watching TV and when it was time for my shower, I made sure I shaved all the vital spots.  I picked my cherry blossom lotion because I loved how it matched up with my favorite Vickie’s Secret perfume.  I decided to wear my hair down, with a few curls in it.  I picked out a pink lacy matching bra and panty set.  I have no idea if guys really pay attention to that stuff but if they do, I wanted him to like it.  I threw on a pair of jeans, a pink sweater and my riding boots and then I was on my way.

I checked in on Syd and her Phil drama while I drove.  I had been so busy I really didn’t know too much about what was going on besides what I was able to decipher through text messages.

Apparently she decided that she wanted to see Phil again even if just for another night of crazy sex.  She said that she wasn’t interested in anything more but I knew that was a lie because Phil was exactly what Syd looked for in a man.  He was tall with dark hair that he probably spent thirty minutes on, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.  He had beautiful blue eyes, a mole right over his lip and just enough facial hair to make it seem as if he forgot to shave, instead of the well planned out look that it was.  This was going to be trouble.  She told me that the day after their hook up she texted him a couple of times but he didn’t respond, so the next day she tried again once more.  Again, no response.  Then Friday night around 1am he sent her a drunken text asking if he could come by. Syd being Syd let him come over.  Her excuse was that she only wanted him for sex so why should she care when he called, just as long as he called.  Once again she said that the sex was mind-blowing.  She said at one point he had her sitting on one of her kitchen counters while he was on his knees with his face between her thighs. 
Note to self: Don’t eat anything that Syd has cooked in her house or any food that was on her counters
.  I could already see what direction this was going in. 

I asked Syd if she talked to her co-worker Jenny about him.  She said she tried to bring it up but all that Jenny would say about him was, “Phil's a great guy but be careful.”

“Syd did you ask her if they dated?”

“She said that they hadn’t and just that she’s known him a long time.”

“She wouldn’t give you any more than that?”

“Nope, she said he’s a good friend, and she loves him and just to be careful.”

“Well Syd, then maybe you shouldn’t see him anymore.”

“Too late, he’s coming over later.”

“Ugh! Syd! What are you doing?”

“Having fucking amazing sex, that’s what!  Don’t be jealous!  Maybe you’ll finally get some tonight babe.”

I laughed and hoped she was right.

“You’re a mess Syd! I love you, please be careful!”

“Girl it’s just sex. I’ll be fine. You know me!”

“Yea I do so be careful.  Love you!”

“Love you too.”

I was distracted by my conversation with Syd, so I didn’t notice that Wyatt had pulled up on my passenger side and was sitting waiting for me. When I finally stepped out of my car I saw him. 
God he’s gorgeous
, I thought.  He got of his truck and walked around to me and he had the biggest smile on his face.  He leaned in and kissed me like usual but this felt different.  His kisses were always good, but this one had a fire to it.
Ok, maybe I haven’t been friend zoned after all.
  I giggled.

“Hey you,” I said blushing slightly.

“Hey sexy,” he said with a looked that oozed sex. 
I guess I was worried for nothing. 
I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you ready for this ass whooping?”

“And she starts off trash talking ladies and gentlemen,” he laughed.  “I’m ready baby doll and I hope you brought your 'A' game because when you lose I don’t wanna hear any whining.”

“The only one whining will be you. Whining like a little bitch.”

“Ha you are a trash talking queen.  Cursing and all.”  He laughed and his eyes sparkled.

“I break out the swears when I mean business buddy,” I winked.

We walked in holding hands but as soon as we hit the door we let go and became fierce competitors.  I think I may have knocked a little kid out of the way racing him to one of the games. I hate losing and he had an unfair height advantage, but all is fair in love and Dave & Buster’s games.  I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time.  Between fruit ninja, skee ball (that’s my game) and several others, we ended the night with way too many tickets.  Most of them were from him.  I may be a sore loser and a trash talker but he did indeed kick my butt. 

“Congrats! I guess.”  I said sorely teasing him.

“You guess?” He laughed.  “You were a worthy competitor.  Now bring me my spoils woman!”

“You mean your eleven thousand tickets aren’t enough?”

“Nope! I’m greedy!”

“And what would you like as your prize sir?”

He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“You.”

“Oh, umm…well.”

Still in my ear, “Is that ok?”

“Well…I…umm.”

It was the moment that I was waiting for and I was about to mess it up.

“Is that a no?”  He stepped back and looked at me concerned.

“No!” I said a little too quickly. He smiled and leaned back into my ear.

“Good because I intend to collect tonight.”

Yes, yes, yes! I thought.

“Is that right?” I leaned back and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

“Keep looking at me like that and I won’t make it much longer.”

“I hate to make you wait but are you going to cash in your tickets?”

“Here you pick out whatever you want.”

“Are you trying to butter me up sir?”

“I haven’t begun to butter you up.” He said and kissed me.  I felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out my lungs. 
Damn that man can kiss,
I thought.

“Hmmm…well I have had my eye on that plush minion doll all night.”  I laughed.

“The lady wants and the lady shall receive.”

Wyatt used his tickets to get me a three foot tall Despicable Me Minion doll. I have no idea how many tickets he'd actually won, but he still had a ton left after the doll.  Since we both had other things on our mind, he gave the rest to a little kid that looked to be about five or six.  To Wyatt the tickets were no big deal but the look on that little boy’s face was priceless.  It was like he had just seen Santa or something.   In that moment Wyatt became even sexier.

“Meet me back at my house, winner gets to pick dessert.” I shouted as I shoved past him and ran to my car.  Again, unfair height advantage I had to take opportunities when I could.

“I already know what I want.” He winked.

I don’t know how but he beat me, to my own house but he did.  I'm guessing he knew some shortcut that I didn’t or he had hit all the green lights and I hadn't.  All I know is that I didn’t see him from the time that I pulled out of the parking lot, ahead of him, until I pulled up to my place and he was already there.  He was leaning up against his truck waiting for me.
Dammit!
I thought.

“So about that dessert that I want,” he said as we walked to my apartment.

“And what would that be?”

“I’m thinking something chocolate with whipped cream on top.” I blushed.

“I don’t think I have any whipped cream,” I replied smartly.

“That’s ok! It will allow me to focus more on the taste of the chocolate.”

I blushed again.  Ok I was definitely wrong about the friend zone thing.  I unlocked the door, and we walked in.  I excused myself and went into the bathroom.  After our marathon game playing I just wanted to check everything and make sure I was still good to go.  When I opened the door I looked across the hall and saw him sitting on my bed.
Glad I didn’t leave a huge mess before I left.
Why was that my first thought?  I walked into my room.

“Hey beautiful,” he said as he stood up to and reached out for my hand.

“Hey yourself,” I smiled up at him.

He pulled me into him and kissed me. It was slow, deep and hot.  He had both of his hands on the sides of my face and it made my stomach flutter.  It was the first time in my life that I felt like I could orgasm from a kiss.  I hated dating, so I didn't do it a lot.  I'd had a couple of long term boyfriends on the past and I thought that I’d had great sex.  Wyatt was about to show me how wrong I was.  He stepped back and pulled his shirt up over his head.  My mouth dropped slightly at the sight of his body, he was ripped.  Chest, shoulders, arms and abs he had it all.  Instantly I felt a little self-conscious. I’m not fat at all, I even workout at the gym in my apartment complex but when I saw him I felt like I needed to stop everything and do a couple hundred pushups.  He was flawless.  He leaned over to take off my sweater and I stopped him.

“What’s wrong baby? You don’t want this?”

“No, no, that’s not it.  I’m just…um…I.”  He cocked his head and looked anxious.

“What is it Steph?”

“It’ll sound silly to you.”

“Try me.”

“Well I haven’t, you know, I haven’t…”

“What had sex? Are you a virgin Steph?”  I burst out laughing. 

“No, you didn’t let me finish.  I haven’t had sex in a while. I’ve been single for the last few years so I’m just a little nervous about...things.”

“Baby, you have nothing to worry about.” He winked.

“Well I haven’t been naked around anyone for a while, I’m afraid you won’t like it.”

“Baby I promise, I’ve already imagined you naked about a hundred times and I love every inch.”

“What if I look different than the way you imagined?”

“Steph, baby you could have a prosthetic leg and a fourth nipple and you’d still be hot.  Okay, a fourth nipple might freak me out a little but it could be hot,” he laughed.

“I don’t have a fourth nipple Wyatt.  Or a third!”

I playfully hit his arm and felt his muscles.
Omigod he’s solid!

“Steph, you are so beautiful.  Seriously, I have had to stop myself from ripping your clothes off and taking you every single time we’ve been together.”

I grinned and with that he kissed me again while reaching for the bottom of my sweater.  He pulled back and pulled the sweater over my head.  My heart raced.