Wyatt
The wind was cold on my face as I lay in the backyard. I heard the sound of a truck pulling up around the front and I wondered who it could be, and then I remembered that I’d called Sadie. I yawned and stood up, stretching my stiff back. I’d been an idiot for coming out in the backyard and having another drink.
I walked around to the front just as Sadie was getting out of the truck. My breath caught at the sight of her.
She was stunning. Where had she gone last night that she was so made up? Her long, blonde hair was straight as a pin, and she was wearing a cute navy-blue dress that stopped mid-thigh and wedge-heeled shoes. Where the hell had Sadie gone last night?
I marched over to her, getting angrier with every step. “Sadie!”
She turned towards me. “Hey, Wyatt.” Her face fell as she looked me up and down. “You look awful.”
“Thank you.” I stopped in front of her. “Where did you go last night?”
“What?”
“I didn’t stutter, did I? Where did you go last night?”
“Nowhere.” She looked around. “What is going on, Wyatt?”
“Why are you so dressed up? You look like you have makeup on and your hair looks different. It’s not all frizzy, and I haven’t seen you wearing a dress in ages. Or heels.”
“These aren’t heels. These are wedges,” she said.
“I meant wedges. I knew they were wedges. I just said heels by mistake.”
“Okay, since when have you become an expert on women’s clothing?”
“I’m not an expert on women’s clothing, but I do recognize women’s shoes. You have talked about them enough times.”
“Did you ask me over here just to argue?”
“No, I just want to know,” I braced myself for the answer, “did you go out with Shane Wakefield last night?”
“No, I did not go out with Shane Wakefield. Is that why you called me over here?” I could tell that she was pissed.
“No, it’s not. I told you I had a special surprise for you.”
“I know.” Her voice suddenly got softer. “And I’m kind of here to hear what the surprise is. It’s four o’clock in the morning, dude. Your parents are going to be up soon. Beau and Austin are going to be up soon.”
I snorted. “I doubt it very much. Lucy and Olivia have them worn out.”
“Wyatt!”
“What? It’s true. Just wait till you have a boyfriend. You’re going to be worn out, too.”
She flashed me a wicked little smile. “I sure hope so.”
“Really, Sadie?” My eyes narrowed at her. “Did you understand what I was saying?”
“Yes, Wyatt. I’m not stupid. I’m going to be worn out from all the sex I’ll be having.”
I chuckled. “Seriously, Sadie?”
“What? That’s what you were talking about, wasn’t it? What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, Wyatt.”
“Well, I’m neither a goose or a gander, so …” I shrugged. “Come on, let’s go to the back.”
“Oh, do you have something set up there?”
“Something set up?” I stared at her, wondering what she was talking about. Did she think I’d make breakfast or something this early? “Just come with me.”
“Wyatt, do you really think this is the right time? I mean, you’re drunk, and I …”
“What? What does me being drunk have to do with anything?”
“I just kind of hoped that this moment would come at a time when we were both sober.”
“You’ve thought about this moment before?” I hadn’t realized that Sadie had been anticipating this. I hadn’t thought about it until a couple of hours ago.
“I can’t say that I’ve been …” She paused. “Anyway, I don’t want to say anything else until you surprise me with whatever you’ve got.” We rounded the corner, and she stopped and frowned. “I don’t see anything back here.”
“What were you expecting to see?”
“I don’t know, some candles, some flowers, maybe.”
“Candles and flowers? I mean, I guess I can get some candles if you can’t see well, but I can always put the flashlight on my phone.”
“The flashlight on your phone?” She raised an eyebrow. “Wow, how romantic.”
“Romantic?” I had no idea what Sadie was talking about, and I wasn’t about to ask. “So you really didn’t meet Shane last night?”
“Wyatt!” She almost yelled this time. “I’m not going to tell you again. No, I did not go out with Shane last night. I didn’t do anything last night, okay?”
“Okay.” I held my hands out. “No need to shoot the messenger.”
“What messenger? You don’t have any message for me.”
“No need to shoot the cowboy.” I grinned, thinking a little of my boyish charm might improve her mood.
She just rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that look, Wyatt. You’re getting on my nerves. You woke me up in the middle of the night for some surprise, and I’m still waiting to find out what it is.”
“Oh my gosh, do you want me to go in and get some candles or something? Will that make you feel better? I don’t know, maybe I’ll find some potpourri.”
“Potpourri?” She frowned. “Why would I want potpourri?”
“I mean, it’s the next best thing to flowers, right?”
“Honestly, Wyatt.”
“What? And they smell good. I think my mom has a drawer of potpourri somewhere.” I shrugged. “I mean, I thought it was for the toilet when you did a stinky deuce, but—”
“Wyatt Hamilton, seriously? I do not want to hear about your bathroom habits!”
I laughed. “Seems like that’s a theme tonight.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That lady I told you about, the one at the bar that was hitting on me.”
“The one that grabbed your junk?”
“Yeah, you remember.” I winked at her. “She was trying to whack me off or something.”
“She was trying to whack you off?” Sadie laughed. “Like she wanted to kill you?”
“Oops. No, I’m drunk. I mean she was trying to jack me off or something.”
“She was trying to jack you off in the bar?” Sadie raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“I mean, I don’t know. But she put her hand on my crotch twice.”
“That’s so gross. Why are some women like that?”
“Can’t tell you. I guess she was just being forward.”
“Okay, and why did you feel the need to tell me about this?”
“Because you’re my best friend and I tell you everything.”
“I don’t really want to hear about some woman who’s trying to jack or whack you off, okay?” She sighed. “Come on, let’s get this party started.”
“What party? You want to party?” I grinned.
“No. What’s the surprise you had for me? What did you want to tell me, Wyatt? This is really not going as I thought it was going to go,” she added quietly.
“Okay. Wow, you’re sure excited, aren’t you?” I grinned. “I guess you’ve been waiting for this a long time?”
Her expression softened and her lips curved into a shy smile. “I mean, maybe. I don’t know, I guess I never really thought about it until recently the other night, you know?”
“I know, right?” I held my hand up for a high five.
She looked at me in surprise. “High five, Wyatt?”
“What? I think it’s cool that we’re both on the same page here.”
“I guess …” She slowly raised her hand for a high five.
I slapped her hand hard. “Here, girl! I knew we were on the same page.”
“Yeah, I guess I just didn’t expect it to be like this.”
“I know.” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t have expected it to be like this either, but I figured why not right here, right now?”
“Okay,” she said. “Should I be standing up for this or sitting down?”
“It’s up to you.” I shrugged. “Whatever gives you the best view.”
“The best view?”
“Don’t overthink it, Sadie. I mean, it’s only going to be quick.”
“It’s only going to be quick?”
“Yeah, I mean unless you want more, of course.”
“Unless I want more? I mean, the more, the better, right?”
“I guess. I didn’t expect to hear you say that, in all honesty.”
“You didn’t? But you know me.” Her eyes were lit with excitement.
“Wow, you really want this, don’t you?”
“I mean, I guess it’s been a long time coming,” she said.
“Okay, then. Well, here goes.”
“Okay.”
I handed her my phone and turned the flashlight on. “Don’t be too shocked, okay? I’m not a skinny dipper or a nude sunbather or anything.”
“What?” She blinked at me. “What are you talking about, Wyatt?”
Before she could say anything else, I turned around, pulled down my pants, and flashed her my ass.
“Wyatt, what the fuck are you doing?” she yelled.
I turned around to look at her shocked expression and pulled my pants up quickly. “What? What are you so surprised at? Is it whiter than you expected?”
“Is it whiter than I expected? Why are you showing me your ass?”
“Isn’t that what we’ve just been talking about for the last five minutes, that I was going to moon you?”
“What? That’s the surprise? You wanted to surprise me by showing me your ass?”
“I mean, the other night when I saw you in your thong, you looked really embarrassed because I saw your naked ass, and I wondered if that was why things between us have been weird. So I figured, ‘Hey, I know a way to stop you feeling so embarrassed. You can see my naked ass as well.’ Awesome, huh?”
“No,” she said. “No, no, no! This is not awesome. You called me at three o’clock in the morning so I could come over and see your fucking ass?”
“Whoa, why are you so angry? Did you expect me to have a better ass or something?”
“No, I did not expect you to have a better ass. I …” She let out a deep sigh. “You know what, Wyatt? I am just a fucking idiot. I cannot believe that I came over here thinking—” She stopped herself and handed me my phone. “I’m going home.”
I yawned, suddenly was feeling very tired. “You came over here thinking what?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” she said quietly. “Just go to bed. I’m going to go home.”
“You drove all the way out here, though.”
“Yeah, and I can drive back.”
“Stay.”
“No, I’m not staying.”
“Please? Or I’m going to think it’s because you didn’t like my ass.”
“I didn’t like your ass, Wyatt.”
“You’re saying, what, my ass isn’t good enough for you?” I grinned at her. “I mean, I can show you my front, and I think you’ll like that a lot better.”
“Wyatt Hamilton, I do not want to see your front.”
“Are you sure about that, Sadie?”
I took a step closer to her but she shook her head. I could see that her cheeks were flushed. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cool air or because I was embarrassing her. “Sadie, Sadie. I think you do want to have a quick peek,” I teased.
“Wyatt you’re drunk.”
“So what? I’d show you even if I wasn’t.”
“I don’t want to see your…” I pressed my finger against her lips. She pulled away from me. “What are you doing?”
“We both know you’re not going to say dick or cock or penis, so I figure don’t say anything because I sure don’t want to hear ‘little man’ or ‘pee-pee’ or anything childish.”
“Really, Wyatt? I can say cock, you know.” The word sounded sexy coming from her mouth.
I stared at her in surprise. “Say that again.” My voice was husky now and all of a sudden, I was noticing just how short her skirt was and just how tight the dress was. And was she not wearing a bra? Were her nipples poking through the thin material of her dress? And how deep was that V-neck? If she slipped or moved to the side quickly, I might be able to see her nipple. And if I moved my hand upwards, I could easily pop her breasts out and … I needed to stop thinking about Sadie like that.
“Earth to Wyatt. Hello?” she said, interrupting my lurid thoughts about her.
“Fine, you can go home,” I said quickly. I was so drunk that I might do something I shouldn’t do if she stayed the night.
“What, so now you don’t want me to stay? I just said I would stay.”
“You did?” I swallowed hard as stared at her lips, so pink and luscious and juicy. Since when had Sadie gotten juicy lips that made me think of sucking on them?
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards me. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening in surprise. I could feel her heartbeat racing as she whispered, “What are you doing, Wyatt?”
“I don’t know,” I said softly, staring at her lips and reaching my hand down to cup her ass lightly. She made a little moaning sound, and I started getting hard, really hard, and she hadn’t even touched my cock. The reaction was swift, and I knew she could feel it against her stomach. She stepped back, her eyes widening.
“I should go,” she said softly.
“I thought you just said you were going to stay.”
“But you said you want me to go.”
“I want you to stay more than I want you to go.” If she stayed, something would happen that would change our relationship forever. But I was too drunk to make smart decisions.
I wanted to feel her next to me. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to breathe her in. I wanted to know Sadie in ways that I had never known her before.
“What are you thinking about, Wyatt Hamilton?” She stroked my shoulder, her touch warm and soft.
“I’m thinking that I want to know why you thought I called you to come over tonight,” I said softly. Had Sadie come here for a completely different reason? Had Sadie come here wanting to be seduced by me?
And did I really want that as well?