Wyatt
THORNE

I saw the look in Lia's eyes as soon as that redhead came over and introduced herself. I took a chance when I pretended to flirt with her. It was all apart of my master plan-- which was to get underneath that short skirt Lia had on as quickly as possible.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw her at the lake house. I had never wanted her so badly than that moment. In all the years I've known her, I never thought Lia would dress in leather and heels. Now that she has-- Christ. She's lucky I didn't fuck her right there in the hallway at the house.

But that's what she did to me. For as long as I can remember, I've always felt this...longing to be near her. To be with her. When I went away to college in an attempt to get over her, I dated. A lot. I was honest with Lia when I told her I had only kissed two other women. I tried to do more-- to feel more-- but I didn't. I only felt that way about her.

So when I saw her kiss Logan tonight, and then shoot me that teasing glance, I followed after her. I didn't have a choice. It was almost as if there was an invisible string tied to her finger. When she crooked it, I followed.

I made up some lame excuse to Logan before I chased after Lia. I saw the look in her eye when she shot me that glance. That same look that she had every time I caught her eyeing me. I don't think she even knew she did it sometimes.

Just as she reached for the knob of the women's restroom, I reached for her arm and spun her around. She gasped in surprise and I crushed my lips to hers. I didn't waste any time after that. I reached behind her and opened the door to the women's bathroom. I urged her inside, never breaking the kiss. I kicked the door shut behind me and reached out to make sure it was locked.

I was rock hard for her, my erection straining against my jeans with a need that only her warm body seemed to sate. I buried my hands in her hair. Fuck. I loved when she had her hair like this. When she straightened it, it was longer. Softer. And I loved how it felt when I ran my fingers through it.

As I ran my free hand down her waist to her hip, she pressed herself more against me. The way her body responded to me...it drove me wild. My hand didn't stop at her hip. I slid it beneath her skirt. When I pressed my fingers between her legs, I pulled away from her mouth with a hiss.

"You're not wearing any panties." My voice came out low and filled with a raw hunger. For her. Her wetness coated my fingers as I stroked her.

Her hands gripped my shoulders as she spread her legs wider for me. I was dying to taste her again. I couldn't imagine anything tasting as sweet as she did. But now wasn't the time. Later. Yes, I would savor later.

"Wyatt," she moaned as I pumped my finger in and out of her. Her body wiggled as she rode my hand. "Please..."

I was more than willing to give her what she wanted. I withdrew my fingers from her wet heat and pulled my jeans down just enough to get inside her. I pulled her skirt up and lifted her thigh, wrapping it around my waist. With her heels on, she was at the perfect height. I entered her with a hard thrust. I swallowed her cry of pleasure with a searing kiss.

Nothing about this was meant to be slow. It wasn't 'making love'. I've made slow, sweet love to her the two times we've been together. This time was about raw need. I felt the inner walls of her core clench around me as I continued to fuck her hard and fast. The music from the bar echoed through the walls and into the bathroom. It was at the perfect volume so anyone outside didn't hear the sound of Lia begging me for more.

I buried my head in the hollow of her neck. I sucked on her soft skin as I lifted her other leg. I held her against the wall as I quickened my thrusts. Her head was thrown back as she moaned deep, lost in the passion between us. She dug her nails into my back so hard that, if I wasn't wearing a T-shirt, they would probably break the skin.

"Wyatt...yes, yes, yes!" Her breaths were short pants. I felt her thighs tighten around my waist.

I knew her climax was coming. I felt my own release starting to creep up. I fucked her even harder. Faster. In, out. In, out. I took her lips in another passionate kiss and that's all it took. I felt her body spams around my cock from her orgasm. I couldn't hold back any longer. I called her as my release rocketed out of me. It seemed to last forever as it filled her. Thank God she was on birth control. We stayed as we were for several moments as we tried to catch our breaths.

When I felt like I had control over my body again, I withdrew from her and slowly set her feet back on the ground. I smiled as I looked at her. She always had this after-glow whenever we were together. I would never get tired of seeing it.

"I guess I lost the bet," she said breathlessly.

I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. "Mhm. And I fully intend to collect. Tonight." I pulled up my jeans and zipped them up.

"I thought you just did." She righted her skirt and turned to check her hair in the mirror.

I looked over her shoulder and met her gaze in the reflection. "Oh no, Lia." I wrapped my arm around her and rested my head on her shoulder. "That was you losing the bet. Now I get to collect." I put my mouth to her ear. "Come to my room tonight."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm going to spend the entire night making love to you. And fucking you," I murmured, reaching under her skirt again. My finger teased her sensitive clit and she was putty in my arms. "You have no idea how many different ways I've fantasized about taking you. One of them we just did. Another is from behind. Or with you tied up. Or with you riding me nice and slow."

"Oh, God..."

I watched her gaze in the mirror. She bit her bottom lip as she got closer to another orgasm. "I'm dying for you to straddle me, taking me deep inside you while we're in your bath tub."

"Wyatt!"

I continued to whisper dirty things in her ear as she rode out her orgasm. Once her body settled, I took a step back and turned her towards me. I cupped her face with my hands and gave her a hard, sound kiss.

"I'll see you out there, baby."

I shot her a wink as I left her alone to giver her a couple minutes. As I walked back to where Logan and my new friend were waiting, guilt tried to wiggle it's way inside me. Then I pictured Lia's face that night four years ago. The night she offered me what I always wanted and was stupid enough to refuse. The night I lost her trust.

I looked back at my brother. Guilt? What Guilt...

I splashed water on my face again before drying it with a towel. I sat it down and looked in the mirror. I was starting to feel like I didn't know who I was anymore. I wasn't this person. I wasn't a guy who slept with his brother's fiancée. I loved Logan and he and I were always close. But Lia...

I left my bathroom and walked quietly back to my bed where Lia was sleeping peacefully. Her naked body was tangled in my black sheets. Since she liked to fall asleep on my chest, she was in the middle of the bed. She was laying on her stomach, her lips slightly parted as she faced my side of the bed. Her dark hair was fanned out on her pillow. My eyes went to her bare back and my fingers twitched with the urge to trace them down her spine.

After we hooked up in the bathroom of the bar last night, we both went and acted as natural as we could around Logan and that Southern girl. That's how much Lia has affected me. I didn't even remember that girl's name.

Once we got back to the lake house, Lia waited until Logan went to sleep before she appeared in my room. I had just gotten out of the shower and walked out to see a very delectable looking Lia perched on my bed. But that wasn't what had my mouth dropping to the floor...

I walked out of the bathroom and stopped short when I saw Lia on my bed. "Holy...shit."

She stood up and did a little spin. "You like?"

"You're kidding, right?" My eyes roamed over the black teddy she was wearing. Something must have definitely come over her--because this wasn't the Lia I knew. I stalked towards her slowly and her cheeks heated as she suddenly became bashful.

"I've never worn anything like this before," she said quietly. "Should I not have--"

"Oh, no," I interrupted and I came to stand before her. I brushed her hair out of her face and pressed my lips lightly against hers. "You should definitely get more of these." I gave her a nice deep kiss before I gave her a teasing smile. "Who are you?"

She laughed and ran her hands up my forearms and biceps. "I'm the new Lia. But don't worry, the old Lia is still in here, too."

I pushed the memory aside and let out a heavy sigh as I continued to look down at her. Last night had been the most amazing night. I spent hours making love to her. But it wasn't only that. There were a few times when we just talked and laughed. It's funny, because people say you can't be best friends with the person you're with, but it didn't seem true. Those times when we talked, it felt like it used too between us. Best friends.

My chest tightened and I started to feel some unknown emotion I couldn't name. It scared me to death. Lia told me she was going to talk to Logan when we got back to the city. That was tomorrow. Tonight was our last night at the lake house and we were having family and friends over for dinner later.

The closer it got to returning to the city, the more nervous I felt. Even though what we were doing was wrong, it felt unbelievably right. And safe. Becasue it was a secret. Once we returned home and she talked to Logan...

Everything was going to change.