Page 51 of Twist of Fate

Wyatt released him, but stuck close, ready to pounce once more if need be. “Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit. Remember what I said.”

Miles breathed heavily, his gaze on Beth. “Let me say goodbye to her, at least.”

“No fucking way. You’re done. You don’t go near her.” He shoved the other man away from him and she watched as he went to leave the alley, but then suddenly he was right in front of her, leaning over to whisper in her ear.

And then he was on the ground, laid out by a punch from Wyatt. Miles scrambled to his feet and took a swing, which her man easily ducked. She screamed as Miles swung again, and Wyatt jabbed him in the ribs, making him groan.

All of a sudden, someone had an arm around her shoulder and was pulling her aside as two men stepped forward. Beth saw it was Kennedy holding her, and Asher had returned with the sheriff, Brett Hudson. They broke up the fight, Asher holding Wyatt back as the sheriff pulled Miles to his feet. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and placed them on Miles, pinning his arms behind his back.

“What the fuck is this?” Miles huffed. “I’m the one who’s been attacked by this asshole, but you’re arresting me? Do you know who the fuck I am? I’ll be bailed within half an hour.”

Beth’s heart sank as her eyes began to swim with tears. Miles knew plenty of people in law enforcement who would no doubt aid his release, just as he threatened.

“I’ve been advised by reliable witnesses that you were brandishing a weapon and threatening to shoot Miss Adams, and I won’t allow that in my town.” The sheriff held Miles by the arm. “I have no idea who you are, so why don’t you enlighten me?”

When Miles gave his name and occupation, and started throwing around the names of various judges and the law firm he worked for, Beth broke free of her friend and skirted around her ex to reach Wyatt’s side. He pulled her close and she put her arms around his waist, holding him tightly.

“If you really are a lawyer, you should have known better than to break the law here, Mr. Newman. You’ll be allowed a phone call once you reach the station. Let’s go.”

He pushed Miles forward and when they reached the end of the alley and stepped into the light of the street, Miles turned back to the four people still standing in place. “This is not over, Lizzie.”

The venom in his voice had her shivering and burrowing closer into Wyatt’s side. His arms tightened around her as the sheriff led Miles out of sight.

Beth couldn’t speak. She couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. “It’s okay, honey. He won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.” He stroked her back, his lips pressing against her head repeatedly.

“Are you guys okay? Did he hurt either of you?” Kennedy’s eyes were wide and full of worry.

Asher walked over to the closest dumpster and bent down, picking something up. When he got back to them, Beth saw it was the gun Miles had threatened her with. “This belong to that asshole?”

“Yep. He threatened to shoot my girls with it.” Wyatt’s face darkened as Freya sat by his side and nudged him. He released Beth long enough to give his dog a hug and assure her she was a good girl. “Here, I’ll take it and turn it over to the sheriff.”

Asher handed the gun over and Wyatt swiftly emptied it of bullets before tucking it into the back of his jeans.

“Let’s get out of here.” Beth tried to keep her voice as upbeat as possible, as though she hadn’t just encountered her ex and he hadn’t threatened to kill her. “I could really go for some pie from the diner!”

Wyatt took her hand in his as Asher did the same with Kennedy, and the two couples walked onto the main street. “Come on, then. Let’s go pick up that pie Asher ordered for us and head home.”

Beth was grateful he didn’t want to hang out at the diner, which was doing a roaring trade now the fireworks display was over, when they stepped inside. Beth waited at the counter with Freya while Wyatt went over to the booth where Asher and Kennedy were sitting with a few others. The two men spoke for a minute before shaking hands, then Wyatt returned to her side.

He paid for their slices of pie and took her hand in his as they left the diner. After making a quick pitstop at the police station to drop off the gun to Sheriff Hudson, they made their way home. The walk was silent, both of them lost in thought. It was only after they’d gotten back to the cabin that Wyatt dumped the pie in the fridge and then strode toward her, hauling her into his arms.

“Fuck, Beth.” His voice was shaky. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

His statement had her climbing his body like a tree, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

They kissed deeply, as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. She took no notice as he started to walk them elsewhere in the cabin, and she only realized they were in the bedroom when he laid her down gently on the bed. He stretched out on top of her, propping himself up so he wasn’t actually putting his weight on her, but Beth needed to feel him.

Needed him inside her to remind her she was still alive and they were both okay. She tore her mouth from his. “Wyatt?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I need you to make love to me.”

He didn’t answer, instead sitting up and pulling his shirt off with one hand. His gaze never left hers as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, then did the same with hers. She sat up and removed her top and bra, throwing them on the floor, then laid down again and raised her hips so he could remove her shoes and pull her pants off.

Her panties and his boxer briefs soon followed, and then they were both naked. Beth sat up, leaning back on her arms, and looked at his body. Her eyes feasted on the lean, hard lines of taut muscle and warm skin. Hair lightly dusted his chest, and she trailed her gaze down the line of dark hair from his navel to the nest of curls surrounding his now hard cock.

She moved forward to grip it, stroking up and down slowly, feeling it jerk in her hand. He pulled her down so her legs were open around his, and then he grabbed the base of his cock, running the head of it up and down her pussy. Coating it in her arousal, teasing her clit.

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