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Still, I’m nervous as I watch Wyatt take the first bite and only relax when a blissful smile spreads on his face and he quickly shovels another huge spoonful into his mouth. “Mmm.” The groan is so similar to the sound he makes when he comes that I have to stifle a giggle. “God, this is delicious, Amy. Why aren’t you a chef in some fancy restaurant?”
Hoping to hide my flushed cheeks, I focus on my plate. “I’m not that good. I don’t have any schools or certificates or anything. They always want them.” I know that because Kayla made me look up job postings a few years ago. “I prefer baking anyway, and that’s just not… I don’t know. No one would hire me without experience or references or fancy courses or degrees.”
Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “Have you actually tried?”
“Of course not. I just looked at the job listings and knew I wasn’t good enough to even apply.” Seeing his frown, I quickly continue before he can say anything. “It’s fine. Really. I’m fine just occasionally baking a few cupcakes for someone who appreciates them.”
“Oh, I will definitely appreciate everything you make, cupcake, even if it means adding a few more workout hours to my schedule. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the tray with cupcakes cooling on the counter.” He grins,his eyes sliding down my body with appreciation. “Looks like I’m having two desserts today.”
“You can’t have those. They aren’t finished yet. They still need filling and frosting.”
Wyatt’s gaze darkens, and he licks his lips in an exaggerated motion. “Filling and frosting, you say? I think my other dessert requires some filling as well. With how delicious it is, it won’t even take long to whip up some frosting on it.”
“Jesus Christ, Wyatt.” My cheeks are on fire now. How can he say things like that without blushing, as casually as if we were talking about the weather?
Wyatt chuckles. “That’s not a no.”
As much as I love how he always puts me first, making me come over and over until I physically can’t take any more, I have different plans for today. Gathering courage, I meet his seductive gaze head on. “Actually, it is a no.”
“Oh.” I watch carefully for signs of anger or even disappointment, but don’t see any. Wyatt merely shrugs, his smile shifting back into a PG-rated variant. “Okay. We can do something else before your therapy appointment. Maybe a few episodes of the Price of Passion?”
We’ve been watching the show from season one so that Wyatt is all caught up before the current season finale, but watching TV is not what I have in mind right now. “Oh no, we’re going to have sex.” If I’m to talk about my relationship with Craig and my mother, I’ll need all the energy and self-confidence I can gather. “But… It’s going to be on my terms.” I try to keep up a confident facade but fail spectacularly. “If…that’s okay with you?”
The hungry glint in Wyatt’s eyes suggests he’s more than okay with it. “I love it. I’m all yours, Amy. I mean, after I’ve finished this meal because there’s no way I’m letting any of it go to waste.”
A swarm of butterflies flutters around my stomach, making my heart ache in the sweetest way possible. I still don’t understand how I got so luckyto end up with someone as amazing as Wyatt, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m never letting him go.
Chapter 39
Wyatt
WatchingAmyeatwhenmy cock is rock hard and all I can think about is sex is a special kind of torture. Everything she does fuels my arousal, making my cock twitch uncomfortably within the confines of my pants. The mess with Nolan is forgotten for now. I’ll get back to it later, while Amy has her therapy session, but now, all I can think about is her and what she has in mind for our time together. Honestly, at this point, I’m down for anything.
If she wants to tie me up and ride my cock, I’m a million percent into it. If she wants to tie me up and ride my face, I’m a billion percent into it. If she wants to tie me up and fuck my ass, well, they say don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, right? If that’s what my Amy wants, then I’m willing to go along with it. I doubt that’s the case, though. Even if that was one of her secret fantasies, Amy is still too self-conscious to admit it, let alone actually try it.
Her smile is bashful as she looks at me over the rim of her glass. Her lips wrap around it as she takes a sip, and I watch the column of her throat move as she swallows. I can’t even tell which part of it exactly is erotic, Ionly know that it’s fucking arousing and I have to fight not to jump over the table and take her right there on my back porch.
I didn’t have outside sex in mind when I bought a property where the closest neighbor was half a mile away, only privacy in general, but it sure comes in handy. Perhaps Amy wouldn’t be against a bit of ravishing out here? But no, she said she wanted this to be on her own terms. With how battered and broken her self-confidence is, such a request must have been difficult for her. I’ll have to tell her how proud of her I am.
She wouldn’t have said that if she was secretly afraid of me, would she?
A delicious piece of chicken turns sour in my mouth as I think about the ring. The ring I cowardly hid in the secret compartment behind the washing machine. Even if, by some miracle, Amy’s affection for me is genuine, I don’t deserve it. I don’t fucking deserve her because I screwed up and put her in danger, which is inexcusable.
Shame, another lovely new emotion I’ve acquired lately, tangles with guilt into a heavy knot in my chest, reminding me with every breath that I’m a fucking failure. Until I take care of Nolan and make sure this situation never repeats itself, I can’t even think about offering Amy the ring.
I can offer her my cock, though.
Since I’m eager like a teenage boy ready to bury his cock inside of a real cunt for the first time, I’m done with my food while Amy still has half her plate left. “This was delicious,” I say as I lean back in my chair, my stomach nicely full. “I won’t say it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten, that honor goes to your pussy, but it’s a close second.”
Amy gasps so hard she nearly chokes on her food. Damn, I have to stop saying things like that to her while she’s eating. The hospital is too fucking far away from here.
“Sorry.” I pat her back to help her cough the food out and hold out a glass of water. “Here. Food belongs in the stomach, not the lungs. You know that, right?”
Scowling, she snatches the glass from me. “I do know that, but perhaps you could stop talking about eating my pussy out loud? It’s just so…naughty.”
“Oh, cupcake,” I chuckle. “I haven’t even begun talking ‘naughty’. But since I can’t have you choking unless it’s on my cock, I’ll let you finish your lunch in peace and go grab a shower. Alright?”
Amy’s not looking at me. She’s staring at the patch of wild bee balms with childlike wonder. “Look,” she whispers, “a hummingbird.”
