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“Uncle O, put me down.” She laughs. “I wanna play with Belley.”
“You wound me, Stevie, I thought you came to swim with me and Uncle Levi.” Owen lets her go and she swims back to Annabelle.
“Imagine how I feel, she just used me to get out here,” I say, and Stevie giggles. I walk over to Owen and, I’m assuming, Levi… I hadn’t officially met him yet, maybe he’s Owen’s brother? Owen called him uncle but they don’texactly look alike. “Hey, Owen, good to see you again.” I hold out a hand for a shake.
“Hey, man, you too.” He returns my hand, then gestures to Levi. “I don’t think y’all have met yet. Jett, this is Levi, he works with me and Graham. Levi, this is Jett, Stevie’s dad.”
Levi shakes my hand. “You’re also Anna’s brother, right? The one she always calls J?”
“That’s me. Seems if she would have called me by my first name just once, we might have saved ourselves a lot of time.”
“Can’t change the past, man.” Owen claps my shoulder. “Believe me.” His words feel weighted. “You’re here, now. That’s what matters.”
Damn right.
Nashville Night – 5 years ago – pt. 4
“Fuck, Jett.” Wyla collapses beside me, her body glistening with sweat from our fourth round where she rode me into oblivion. How can someone feel so fucking good? I should be spent, exhausted, dead asleep, but I crave more of her.
“Fuck, Jett,is absolutely right. You should do that again.” I roll into her, pulling her to me.
Wyla giggles. “You’re insatiable.” She wiggles back into me letting her ass push up against my dick.
“Doesn’t seem like I’m the only one,” I whisper in her ear, and she laughs again.
“I’m sweaty, Jett, let me go.” Her body squirms against mine.
“You think I care that you’re sweaty, Wy? I don’t give a fuck. You’re naked and too damn addicting.” I nip her ear.
I don’t have to see her face to know her little nose scrunch smile is there, but then she squirms again. “Ugh,I’m so sweaty. I can’t stand it.” She tries to roll away from me, but I don’t want to let her go.
I pull her back in and roll us over to the opposite side. I swing my legs off the bed and scoop her bridal style as I stand up.
She continues to laugh her adorable laugh and her nose scrunches. “What the hell are you doing, you caveman?”
“A caveman would carry you like this.” I spin around tossing her back on the bed to pick her up again and toss her over my shoulder.
“Okay, you’re right, go back to the princess way.” She laughs.
“No, no, you made your choice.” I carry her into the bathroom, and she squeals when I set her down on the cool countertop.
She marvels at the bathroom again while I turn on the shower. When she came in here after the first time, she talked about the shower for a solid five minutes. Which you would think would be a turn off, but our conversations in between rounds have only made me want her more.
Wyla’s funny, smart, and damn, if it doesn’t feel like I’ve known her all my life. There hasn’t been even a second of awkward silence between us. Everything with her feels… right.
Wyla continues to look around. “I don’t even want to know what you do in order to afford a hotel like this.”
“Do you want me to tell you?” One thing is for sure about Wyla—she’s not a cleat chaser, she has no fucking clue that I even play baseball.
“Nope, it could be boring. I want to make up my own story of what you do.”
I walk back over to her, placing my hands on the counter, leaning close to her. “Baby, I’ll be whatever you fucking tell me to be.”
“Oh, don’t tell a girl that.” Wyla hooks her legs around my hips. Her heels digging into my ass to bring me closer. “My sister owns a book store and I have access to smutty books in spades. There are so many book boyfriend things I could have you do. You could be a biker, a firefighter… Oh, oh! You could be a cowboy! Ah, I need my shirt to remind you where your pillows are.”
She’s smiling and laughing, and I swear, it makes her whole fucking face light up. I don’t ever want it to stop.
I brush some of her hair behind her ear and lean in, digging for the southern accent that I’ve lost a bit over the years and whisper, “Sweetheart, I know exactly where my pillows are.”
