Page 90 of Wild For You
A moment later, a guttural growl emitted from my lips as I came down the drain.
“Christ,” I mumbled as I blindly reached for the shower wall and worked to calm my racing heart.
Now loosened up, I washed my hand off before lathering shampoo into my hair. I rinsed, then ran the bar of soap over my body. Kelsey couldn’t believe I used a generic bar of soap to wash with. I told her I just didn’t care enough, that the goal was to get clean, period, and if I wanted to smell nice, that’s what cologne was for.
“That’s not what I meant,” she corrected. “My ex used a fragrant body wash, and he didn’t come close to smelling as good as you always do.”
I had grinned at her, wrapping her up so her face was buried in my chest, where she could take a good, long whiff.
In the bedroom, I pulled on a pair of athletic pants and a fitted gray T-shirt. Grabbing my laundry basket, I decided to get my load done while I waited for Kelsey to get home. When that was started, I grabbed my laptop and spent some time reviewing vendor contracts. We were in the market for some upgraded equipment, along with a new computer system. I’d also been trying to find examples of large farms like Sunny Brook that had physical therapists on payroll for their employees. After the weeks I endured, I could see where having someone specialized in the area would benefit the employees, getting them back to work on the farm, of course, but more importantly, helping them get healed up and back on their feet as soon as possible.
I spent an hour on that research before I searched my browser for nursery images. My screen filled with pictures of cribs, changing tables, rugs, and nursing chairs. I had no idea if Kelsey planned to breastfeed or use formula, but it seemed like she’d enjoy a comfy chair either way.
I continued to scroll through the pages until my eyes landed on a particular setup. The colors were neutral overall, with hints of muted pinks, blues, and oranges. Natural woods mixed with white furniture, making the space look warm and cozy. Something about it just jumped out at me, and I felt likeit would be the perfect setup for the baby’s nursery. Taking note of the designer, I saved the imaged to a folder with hopes of showing Kelsey later.
Fuck, I still hadn’t had the courage to ask her to move in with me yet. Something was holding me back. I feared it was related to worrying about being rejected—something I’d never experienced before.
Just as I clicked the tab to scroll to another set of images, a fervent knock sounded on the door. I rolled my eyes at first, because there was a doorbell available, which would’ve been less annoying than the continuous pounding that ensued.
“Coming!” I shouted so they’d stop, and I set my laptop on the coffee table and walked toward the door.
I stole a glance through the peephole, but I didn’t recognize the person on the porch, who was wearing a cheap suit that was two sizes too small.
Slowly, I opened the door and came face-to-face with the woman on the other side. Her hair had been bleached beyond repair, dried and frizzy, like I remembered many of the girls in college having. She was average height, and something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place her.
“Can I help you?” I asked, my eyes skimming down her body, noticing her suit looked more like something a stewardess would wear than it had when I looked through the peephole.
“Wyatt! Oh my God, I can’t believe I found you,” she exclaimed, as if she just found the cure for cancer.
At the mention of my rodeo name, all my brain cells shriveled up and blew away. “Um… do I… know you?”
The woman flinched just before she chose to unbutton the top button of her blouse and lean back against the porch railing in what I guessed she thought was a sexy pose. In reality though, it gave me secondhand embarrassment for the gal.
“Are you saying you don’t remember me, Wyatt? You don’t remember that beautiful moment we spent together?” she purred.
“I’m sorry,” I said as nicely as possible. The woman seemed like she had only one foot on the normal side, while all the other parts of her were planted firmly on the side of crazy.
She stalked toward me slowly. “Remember that night in Louisiana? It was, I think, fourteen years ago, after you competed in the rodeo and won that five-thousand-dollar prize. You fucked my mouth in the middle of the parking lot, where anyone could see.”
The memory started flickering to life.
“And then I ran into you again ten years ago,” she said as she reached out and ran her hand down my chest before I could step back fast enough. “I did a double take when I saw you strolling through the airport terminal in Atlanta. I thought maybe you’d be on my flight, and that would be our chance to join the mile high club.”
Fuck, I did remember her. She had been… a mistake, to put it lightly, but when I was younger, I led with my cock, not realizing or caring that I would have to deal with the consequences later.
Hello, consequences.
Thank goodness I had been headed to California to visit Nate at the time and not back home. Atlanta had only been a quick layover for me, and when she stopped me to say hi on my way to my gate, she was in a rush to get on the plane one gate over that was heading to Nashville.
“I’ve thought about you every day, Wyatt. Blowing you after you won all that money got me so wet. I’ve been waiting for another chance with you. Didn’t you get my messages? I’ve been trying to find you.”
“I… um… changed my number,” I lied, but I certainly would be doing that now.
“Oh.” The woman looked saddened, then quickly recovered. “Well, I’m here now. Maybe we can relive that time together.” She nearly pressed her body against mine as I gripped the doorjamb. “I can make you feel so good, Wyatt. I know you want it.”
“I really don’t,” I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my body.
“Wyatt,” she whined, trying to press closer. “Why don’t you let me inside? I have the entire week free.”
