Page 25 of Tempting Wyatt
I’m halfway out the door, trying to shake off the aftereffects of a shitty night’s sleep, when I remember I have to pick Ivy up this morning. I text Isaac to cover for me at the morning meeting. I have a feeling the Hollywood princess won’t be dressed and ready for ranch work when I arrive.
But when I get to Ivy’s cabin—Jesus, now I’m even thinking of it as hers—she’s waiting for me on the porch.
I’m ten minutes early. I expected her to oversleep. Or maybe I just hoped she would.
She stands there in jeans and running shoes with a white tank top under a long-sleeved forest-green zip-up hoodie that looks child-sized.
“Those shoes won’t work,” is how I greet her, still feeling all kinds of fucked up after our weird encounter last night.
She’d fit in so well at dinner, like she was already part of the family. I hadn’t expected that and didn’t handle it well.
I don’t bring women to meet my family, mostly because I don’t spend more than one night with them myself. I have to keep reminding myself that I didn’t bring Ivy here either. And yet I feel responsible for her.
There’s a part of me—a part I’m trying to ignore—that didn’t like sharing her with my siblings. Somehow, since the moment she arrived on the property, a possessive part of me has begun thinking of her as mine.
She glances down, lifts a foot, and inspects it, as if she forgot what shoes she put on. “Why not?”
I sigh deeply, knowing this will slow us down. But then I knew that when I agreed to this. Hence why I already told Isaac to handle the morning meeting.
“You have any boots?”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip. “Um, maybe. But they have a stiletto heel.”
I rack my brain. Sutton and Willow probably both have some old boots up at the house.
“What size shoe do you wear?”
“Six and a half. But I can wear some sevens if they’re made small.”
She’smade small. I try not to let my overeager dick think about what other parts of her might be small.
Tight.
Fuck.
I’d probably tear her petite body in two. My dick jolts awake at the thought.
It’s going to be a long damn day.
I climb onto the ATV then gesture for her to do the same. I don’t explain because I don’t have the energy at the moment. I’m too busy trying to figure out how I’m going to function all day with her enticing scent wafting all around me. My hope is that the livestock smell will drown it out. I’ve never been so grateful for the potency of animal shit in my life.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly in my ear. “I have something for you.”
My heart speeds in my chest, every inch of my body hyper-aware of her behind me, focused on each point of contact between us. Her breath against my bare neck, her warm pussy spread open behind me. Her legs wrapped around mine.
She hands me a folded white square.The waiver.I’d forgotten. Which was pretty fucked up since I knew firsthand the damage a lawsuit could do.
“Right. Thanks.” I take it and tuck it into the pocket of my shirt.
Our eyes meet and, in my mind, I pull over in the clearing and fuck her senseless on this four-wheeler. She comes and moans and claws my chest like a wild animal.
My dick seconds that motion.
Down, buddy.
I’ve got to get laid.
The six months of deprivation has made me sex and touch-starved.
