Prologue
Wyatt
I am a good-looking guy. It’s not arrogance, just a matter of fact. I’m grateful too because my livelihood depends on tips. My appearance is definitely an advantage in that aspect. It’s worth mentioning that I’m not a dick either. Being attractive is meaningless if you treat others poorly. Specifically, as a bartender. It is essential to have good manners.
This night was busier than usual. While the bar I work at is generally calm, there are times when we come across a group of individuals who have had a bit too much to drink. Based on my observation, it appeared that man number one, whom we’ll refer to as Jackass, was having a relationship with the girlfriend of man number two. Let’s refer to him as Dumbass. It’s unclear whether Dumbass just found out or has known for a while, but it seemed he chose my bar to confront Jackass.
I know there are a lot of asses. Just stick with me.
The whole thing happened very quickly. Right when Dumbass punched Jackass, Tessa, the woman who occupies my every thought, entered the room. The glasses were sent flying from their hands, shattering as they hit the floor. As glass shards scattered, Tessa visibly reacted by flinching and hastily reaching for her arm. I knew she got hit. I felt an immediate surge of anger.
“Kel, watch the bar.” I flew around the curve of the bar out into the crowd. Grabbing Jackass by the collar, I lifted and dragged him toward our bouncer, Matt, at the door.
“Get him out of here,” I tossed the man at Matt.
“I didn’t do anything, man.”
“You are lucky I don’t fucking punch you myself,” I growled at him.
I glanced around, searching for the other person. When I spotted him, he held up his hands and walked out on his own. Okay, so he wasn’t a complete dumbass. I looked around until I located Tessa. A small tickle of blood ran down her arm. I was at her side immediately. An unexpected possessive feeling took over.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she winced.
I grabbed her other arm. “Come with me.”
Once in the breakroom, I reached for the first aid kit.
“This really isn’t necessary.”
“Just come here,” I said as I pulled her closer.
She let out a surprised squeak as I held onto her hips and raised her onto the counter. Then I moved to stand between her legs. As soon as I had her close to me, my entire body reacted. Grabbing her arm, I turned it around to inspect the cut. Goosebumps immediately covered her skin at my touch. It took all my might not to smile.
I’ve flirted with plenty of women, but there was something about Tessa. Her spunky, honest personality. Her sexy, pouty lips, along with that amazing body. I have to admit; she has been the star in many of my dirty dreams. She has always chosen to keep some space between us, though. Trust might have something to do with that, since I knew she didn’t have a boyfriend. Her friend Cassie confirmed that for me. She’d always flirt with me, but only to a certain point until she pulled away. Well, I had her now. Literally. She wasn’t going anywhere.
She hissed as I pulled out the small piece of glass and dabbed the wet towel on the cut.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be a baby.”
Her biting her lower lip and looking at me through her eyelashes instantly turned me on.
Fuck, what was this woman doing to me?
I smirked, “Don’t look at me like that, beautiful. Unless you want me to take you to my car and fuck you right now.”
I wasn’t entirely serious, but her expression made it clear she wouldn’t disagree.
I put my hands on the counter next to her, trapping her with my arms. As I leaned forward, her mouth slightly parted and her eyes shut. I playfully brushed my lips against hers, teasing the both of us.
“Tessa,” I whispered her name before lightly licking her top lip.
I could feel her body melt into me. By placing my arm around her waist, I pulled her close to me. The scent of vanilla and sin clung to her. It was incredibly intoxicating. I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed to taste her. As I entered her mouth, she let out a moan while our tongues fought for dominance. Despite my shirt, I could still feel the scrape of her nails on my skin.
I growled as I bit her lower lip. “Come with me.”
Was it a terrible decision to bring her to my car? Maybe. Would it be a good idea for me to go back to work and lend a hand to the others at the bar? Probably. Did I care? Nope.
At the moment, all I cared about was hearing Tessa scream my name while she came around my cock.
“Where are we going?” She asked, just as breathless as I was.
“I’m taking you to my car.”
She laughed. “Seriously? I can’t remember the last time I had sex in a car.”
I nodded. It had been a while for me too, but I wasn’t waiting.
In one smooth movement, I opened the back door and hopped in. Dragging her with me, Tessa got in and straddled me. We were definitely too big to be fucking in the back of a car. It was obvious that neither of us gave a damn.
She began to rock and rub herself against me, causing my length to painfully press against my jeans.
“Wyatt. Please. I want you inside me.”
I yanked her shirt over her head and groaned at the sight. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
Wasting no more time, we arranged ourselves to make it easier to remove our pants. As Tessa began to straddle me again, I firmly gripped her hips and forcefully brought her down onto me. We both moaned loudly, savoring the feel of each other for a moment.
I began to move her up and down while meeting her with hard thrusts. From her stomach to her breasts, my hand glided until it reached her neck. With a light grip on her throat, I pushed her back to observe our movements. Just the image alone was enough to get me off.
“Wyatt!”
Leaning back against it, her head dropped onto the front passenger seat. The angle allowed me to go deeper. My groans and speed increased. I’ve been with women before, but this was different. It felt possessive and primal.
A growl came from deep within me. “I need you to come, beautiful.”
I refused to come before feeling and seeing her unravel before me. I lightly brushed against her clit and she screamed immediately. I couldn’t hold on any longer once her pussy gripped my stiff cock. We both went over the edge, shattering in each other’s arms. She came crashing down on me. As we struggled to regain our breath, I held her in my arms.
I wouldn’t say that I never wanted to be in a relationship. I just haven’t found someone who is truly worth all my time. Tessa was definitely worth my time. I already wanted her again and knew I would never be able to get enough.
