Page 70 of Tempting Wyatt
When we arrive at my cabin, Wyatt leaves the truck running. Surprisingly, he still jogs around to open the truck door for me.
Eyeing him warily as I slide off the seat, I nod back at a passed-out Sutton. “I told her she could crash here. She’s had a rough night.”
He takes a few breaths, then looks down at me with kinder eyes than before. “I’ve got her. She can sleep it off at my place. She has to muck stalls until she pukes tomorrow.”
When I gape at him, he laughs lightly.
“It’s a Logan family tradition if you get caught drinking underage.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Sounds awful.”
He nods. “It really is. First time I got caught, I was sixteen, and it was the dead of summer. Probably why none of us are alcoholics. Though Caleb got caught half a dozen times and I don’t know if it slowed him down much.”
We make our way to the front door. Feeling bad for Sutton and guilty about the trouble I caused Wyatt, I turn to face him before going inside. The anger radiating from him earlier seems to have dissipated in the darkness.
“I really am sorry about the side-by-side. Please let me pay for the repairs.”
He shrugs it off. “Didn’t look that bad. Nothing mechanical. Front bar is just bent. Probably fix it myself. Don’t worry about it.”
I jerk my chin toward the truck. “Maybe take it easy onher tomorrow. She learned a hard life lesson about what it feels like when people you love betray you. Publicly.”
His forehead wrinkles, and he groans softly. “The douche of a boyfriend, I’m guessing.”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I correct. “With the now ex–best friend.”
“Damn.” His eyes meet mine. His handsome face contorts into a mask of confusion. “She calledyouto pick her up?”
I try not to be hurt by the surprise in his voice. “I think she planned to call Isaac first. He was otherwise occupied from the sounds of it.”
He frowns. “She didn’t call me.”
I make a mock, wide-eyed, surprised face. “No? But you’re so patient and understanding.”
He smirks. “Okay, smart-ass. I can be patient and understanding.”
I nod emphatically. “I noticed. From the way you remained so calm and collected out there.”
I’m teasing him and enjoying it much more than I should considering the circumstances.
“Could’ve been worse. I could’ve introduced that barely covered ass of yours to my friends, Patience and Understanding,” he says, eyes heating visibly as he holds up each of his hands.
I still, imagining vividly what it would have been like for him to spank me in the woods. The clenching sensation between my thighs is less surprising than it should be.
“That would have been super rude,” I say breathlessly while struggling to hold air in my lungs.
He arches a brow at the tremor in my voice. I pray he doesn’t see my nipples growing hard beneath my thin shirt.
He sighs heavily, as if carrying the weight of the universe on his shoulders. His expression makes him look ten yearsolder than he is. “You’re right. Sorry that I lost my cool out there. It was a hell of a day.”
My heart aches for him. “It’s okay. I never thought you had any cool to begin with.”
I nudge his shoulder with mine, and I’m ridiculously pleased when he smiles down at me.
“I shouldn’t have manhandled you like that.”
I grin at him as I open the door. “It’s okay. Between you and me, I kind of liked it.”
He’s silent for a beat, a stunned expression on his gorgeous face as I step inside.
