Page 98 of From Jerk to Perk


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Wyatt’s modest ‘country cabin’ is fucking amazing. It’s more of a fancy ski lodge than the little cabin he described to me.

And the interior is even more breathtaking with exposed beams, twenty-foot ceilings, and a stone fireplace that takes up nearly an entire wall.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, as the guys carry in bag after bag of groceries and booze, letting me run around the house, exploring in wonder.

Wyatt, a drop of sweat running down the side of his face from the exertion of unpacking the SUV, comes over to me and puts his hands on his hips. “Nice, isn’t it?”

Nice? Nice is when the heat works in my apartment. Nice is when the subway doesn’t break down. Nice is when I don’t forget my umbrella on a rainy day.

This is not nice.

“Wyatt, I don’t even have words. I mean, this place is a freaking castle. I’d want to live here all the time,” I breathe.

He shakes his head. “No you wouldn’t. It’s great and all, but you’d get bored eventually and want to go back to the city. That’s why I have the best of both worlds. A home in both places.”

“Wow,” I mutter, trying to take in the oversize leather club chairs and thick, fluffy throws draped over their backs. The puppy scrambles onto one of them and curls up for a nap.

Shit, even the chandelier is perfection, made of something that looks like antlers with flickering little bulbs throwing off just enough light to give the room a warm, dreamy effect.

“Which bedroom do I get?” I ask, snuggling into his side.

He pulls me to him. “Which one would you like?”

“My bedroom, guys. She wants to stay with me,” Levi shouts, popping open a bottle of champagne.

“Ho, ho, don’t think so,” Henry adds. “She’s with me.”

I hold my hands up. “Okay. Look, boys, there will be no fighting over me. You’ll just have to learn to act like grownups and share.”

Mmmm. How I’ve grown to love being shared.

Henry walks over and hands me some champagne. We toast, clinking glasses, and since he’s closest to me at the moment, I put my hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss.

“Yeah, look at our baby go,” Wyatt says quietly.

“Holy fuck is she hot, isn’t she?” Levi adds.

“Hey man, before we argue any more about bedrooms, or even skinny dipping in the pond out back?—”

I whip around, and Henry rolls his eyes at our kiss being cut short. “There’s a pond?” I ask, incredulous.

Wyatt nods. “Baby we have all kinds of goodies in store for you. But first things first. You guys continue unpacking the car. I have plans for our pretty girl right here.”

Wyatt comes up behind me and, pushing my hair aside, kisses me down the side of my neck. Just how I like it. Damn him. I have no more secrets to keep from these guys, and every now and then that’s going to work against me.

Not that I’m complaining. Not really.

I press my ass against him and no surprise, the man’s already hard. He’s always freaking hard. And I love it.

“Are you ready for more sex, Wyatt? After that wild session we had this morning before we hit the road?” I tease, rubbing on him.

“I’m always ready to fuck you, baby. I can’t help it. You’re my damn kryptonite.” He grabs my breasts from behind and massages me through my light T-shirt. “I knew you weren’twearing a bra, bad girl. You’ve been fucking tormenting me all morning. And now you’re going to pay.”

I start to laugh out loud, ready with a smart-ass comment like always, when he pulls me into the dining room. He takes a seat on a leather chair and deftly pulls me over his lap. My head is hanging down and my ass is in the air, and a smack lands on my bottom that’s surprisingly painful even through my blue jeans.

“Yow!” I holler. “Hey, let me up. This is stupid.”

I twist and squirm. It does not help. With his hand across my back, I have no leverage and am pretty much at his mercy.

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