Page 91 of What Is Love
“Your use of ‘princess’ was accurate,” Reid said as he lit his joint with a lighter.
Wyatt’s fingers slipped into the top of my boot and pulled it down. “I should have added ‘tease’ as well.” He took off my boot and helped me out of my other one. I handed him my wristlet, too, and he set that and my boots off to the side on the floor.
“You think I’m teasing you?” I chuckled. “Imagine if I put any effort into it.”
The delight that showed on Wyatt’s face made Reid grumble, “Don’t encourage her, please.”
Wyatt smirked at him as he took a seat on the couch where my feet had been before he lifted them and placed them in his lap. “Can’t handle it?”
Reid exhaled a cloud of smoke slowly as he stared at his best friend. “You’ll cave and I’ll have to watch you fuck her. Not how I pictured the rest of my night going.”
“Are you saying you wouldn’t cave?” Wyatt asked as he began rubbing my feet. “You couldn’t keep your hands off her in your sleep.”
No one had ever rubbed my feet before. I never knew how good it could feel and when he started, my eyes pretty much rolled into the back of my head. I’d been wearing heels since elementary school. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how accustomed to the pain of wearing them I had become.
“I won’t cave,” I barely heard Reid say. I was too distracted by Wyatt’s hands. When he used his thumb to knead the arch, I moaned like I was coming. I didn’t care. It was that good.
Wyatt’s hands froze.
“Don’t stop, Wyatt,” I whined.
It sounded like Wyatt exhaled through pursed lips. “You’re right. I’ll cave.” He took my feet off his lap.
I opened my eyes just in time to see him stand. “Where are you going?”
“Home,” he said as he walked by the couch. “Before I take off that little strip of lace you call panties and start fucking you.”
I flipped onto my stomach and bent my legs up. Moving them back and forth, I rested my chin on my fist and smiled. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Wyatt made a pained noise as he stopped in his tracks. He glanced back at me, looking torn.
“I wore this dress with the intention of getting fucked in it,” I said. “It would be such a shame for it to go to waste.”
Wyatt’s jaw dropped slightly and it was clear he’d almost given in.
“She wore it for that rich prick,” Reid said, making me frown.
That seemed to snap the hold I had on Wyatt. “I’ll see you tomorrow, gorgeous.” He spun around and headed for the door. “Good luck, Reid.”
As soon as the door shut behind Wyatt, I looked over my shoulder at Reid. “You’re a cockblock.”
That made the corner of his mouth twitch as he brought the joint up to his lips for another puff. Seeing him get high made me want to be as well. So I got up. He held the smoke in as he watched me come to him.
With my feet planted between his, I bent over slightly, placing my hands on the armrests and meeting his whiskey eyes. “Are you going to share?”
His hand came up under my chin. His thumb and fingers firmly pressed into my cheeks, making my lips part. Although he’d startled me a little, he wasn’t hurting me. He leaned forward and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. I was a tiny bit disappointed when he stopped less than an inch from my mouth. He slowly blew out the smoke he had been holding. As I inhaled, I realized shotgunning with him was as much of a turn-on as it was with Roe.
He released my face when I was ready to exhale, and I said, “You’re a confusing ass.”
His eyes dropped to my lips. “You’re a pain in one.”
“Why do you not like me?” I asked.
That made him blink and look away. “I told you I’d tell you tomorrow.”
He moved to get up and I backed away. I watched as he went to the kitchen to dispose of the joint.
“Do you want the bed or the couch?” he asked.
