Page 75 of Despite It All
“I dropped your ice cream coming in. It’s still on the porch.”
Wyla starts an adorable fit of laughter. “That’s okay, I like the taste of you so much better anyway.” She swings her leg around and climbs on top of me.
Ah, hell. A freshly fucked Wyla who’s still naked with that scrunch nose smile on her face. What a beautiful sight.
She sits back on her knees but tonight I want her body glued to me. I take her wrists and pull her down to meet me. “I’m yours for the taking, baby. Taste away.”
As those dimples pierce her cheeks, I bring her in for a kiss because damn it, I need a taste. I need her.
My hands go through her hair and grip it tight and she lets a little whimper that drives me mad. I’m ready to slide into her again when there’s a loud bark coming from outside.
“Was that Poppy?” Wyla slides off me then the bed and grabs her robe.
I follow her up, and throw my jeans back on as she barks again.
Wyla’s eyebrows scrunch. “Is she outside?”
“Let me go check.” I kiss her temple as I walk out her door. There’s no sign of her in the living room but no doors open either.
Another bark sounds off, she’s definitely outside. I didn’t remember her coming out but granted, I was very much distracted.
I open the front door and there she sits… with strawberry ice cream on her nose. “Damn it, Pops, that wasn’t for you.”
Wyla comes up behind me laughing. “Hey, at least someone got to eat it. I didn’t even notice her walk outside.”
Poppy paws at me as I take the container away. “Yeah, me either. I’m assuming since you aren’t freaking out that this ice cream won’t hurt her?”
“I’ll double check the ingredients but really, she’ll probably just have a stomach ache.” Wyla lets out a short whistle. “Come on, Pops. Inside.”
With her tail tucked, Poppy heads to her dog bed and Wyla steps out to pick up her flowers. “I better get these in water. Hey, is that your bag?”
I turn and remember I did drop my duffle bag on the porch when I walked up to knock. “Oh yeah, I took an Uber here and set it down before you opened the door.” I grab it with the hand that isn’t holding the slobbery thing of ice cream.
“We really weren’t paying attention to anything, were we?” Wyla giggles.
“I was paying attention to you. Everything else was deemed unimportant the moment you said Stevie wasn’t here.”
Wyla’s cheeks turn pink and she tries to hide them by smelling her roses.
After double checking the ingredients, we toss the ice cream in the trash then get the flowers in some water.
As she sets the vase down on the table, her dimples do me in and I toss her over my shoulder.
“Can’t you carry me like a normal person?” she squeals.
“Never.” I walk in her room and toss her back on the bed. “As much as I hate to say it, I don’t have a ton of time here and I don’t want to waste a single second of it.”
“When do you have to leave?” Wyla asks, her voice noticeably less happy.
I climb onto her bed and pull her to me. “I have to fly back out tomorrow night.”
“Oh.”
The silence that follows that little “oh” fucking kills me. I just got her back and to leave in less than twenty-four hours feels like a dick move.
“Come with me, Wy.”
“Jett.” Wyla’s hesitation to come is obvious and I understand it to an extent, but we’re going to have to figure out this whole distance thing eventually.
