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“Yup. Good to see you, Violet. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s about time I take my woman home. Y’all have a good night.”
Violet hoots when Wyatt bends down and slings me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the diner like the caveman he’s turned into since meeting me.
“Wyatt, goddamnit. You gotta let me walk sometimes, or I’m going to forget how to do it, swear to god!”
“Nope. Gotta make sure you don’t trip and fall over the trash lying in the parking lot.” He steps right over Matt, who is still unconscious and sprawled out in the dirty parking lot. After opening the door for me, he sets me down gently on the truck seat, then turns me sideways so my legs hang out, and he steps between them. “Now, tell me the truth, Dolly. What did he do to you?”
I sigh, wishing this whole thing was over, but I answer honestly. “He pressed the back of his hand against my boob. But that’s as far as he got, and I was about to shove him away from me when you came in. I didn’t want him to touch me, I swear.”
“Shh, babygirl. I know you didn’t.” He rubs my thighs up and down and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask with a small voice.
Wyatt rears back, disbelief coloring his expression. “Of course, I’m not mad at you. I’m sick about what could have happened to you if I hadn’t been there, but none of that is your fault. Why would you think I’d be mad at you?”
“Well, um, for going into the office alone with another man.” It comes out as a question because I don’t understand why he doesn’t understand.
“Dolly…why would I be mad at you for that?”
“Well, because…because…” I don’t know what to say or how to explain it. “I mean, it’s something my dad would have been mad at my mom for doing.”
The questioning look on Wyatt’s face fades as understanding takes its place. “Babygirl, hear me now. I am not your dad, and I don’t ever want to be like him. The only person I’m mad at is the shit stain who touched you when you didn’t want him to.” He pauses, struggling with what to say next. “I can admit I’m a bit…possessive over you and maybe even a little jealous.”
A small giggle slips past my lips because that’s the understatement of the century.
“You’re my woman, so of course I am. But what we have is different from what your parents have. It won’t ever be like that between us, ok? And if I ever do anything to remind you of your dad, then I want you to put me in my place like you did yesterday. You got that?”
My heart beats double time, my love for Wyatt growing by the hour. “Yeah, I got that.”
“I love you, Dolly.” He kisses me first on one cheek, then the other, then on my lips.
“I love you too, Wyatt.” My heart feels lighter, and the smile on my face is real as I memorize the way he’s looking at me, like I’m his whole world.
Wyatt
Dolly and I work together to make a simple dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and a side salad. I know I teased her earlier about taking notes on the things I’m teaching her how to make, but in truth, it’s cute. I like that she’s taking this so seriously, and I envision what it would be like to sit and eat this same meal with our future kids crowded around the dinner table.
I meant it when I said I’d cook all the meals if she didn’t want to, but it also gives me a warm feeling knowing she wants to cook for me, even if she ends up burning everything without me here. Crystal was a great cook, but she was a shitty partner. I’d much rather eat Dolly’s burnt breakfasts every day of the week than any five-star meal Crystal could come up with.
After dinner, we double-check the security apps on our phones, taking time to go through each camera. Dolly sets the house alarm with a wide smile spread across her face before getting ready for bed.
When I come out of the bathroom, Dolly is curled up on the side of the bed that she’s claimed with the covers pulled up to her neck. Just like last night, I don’t bother with sweatpants. I pull down the comforter and climb in next to her, then frown when I see she’s not naked, though it’s tempered somewhat by the fact that it’s one of my shirts she’s wearing.
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to the middle of the bed, then roll her on her back. I spread her legs wide enough for me to fit between them and push her shirt up higher until her panties come into view.
Frowning again, I hover over her sleepy face and kiss her lips tenderly. “Babygirl, why are you wearing panties and a shirt to bed?” I slide my fingers down to her waistband, tickling the sensitive skin just above it. Her skin is silky smooth and warm, and blood begins to fill my cock in anticipation of sinking it deep into her tight body.
“Unh, too much spaghetti. Too tired.” Her eyes are closed, and she turns her head to the side, barely putting any force into pushing me away.
I kiss the side of her neck she’s left exposed, licking a line up to her earlobe, where I nibble it as I drop my pelvis into the cradle of her thighs and rock my erection over her panties.
“Did you forget my promise to prove to you that each part of you is perfect?”
“Prove it tomorrow. Sleep now. ‘Night.” Just like that, she’s out cold, limbs loose and relaxed, her breathing deep and even.
How the fuck does she do that?
“How the fuck do you do that?” She’s lost in the dream world and doesn’t answer. I drop my voice and whisper in her ear, “You know sleeping won’t stop me, don’t you? That’s why you keep waking up every morning with my cock and cum stuffed deep in your perfect pussy.”
