Page 5 of Sweet Surrender

Wyatt grunts as I wrap my hand around his cock again, watching as I catalog every last ridge to his length. It curves slightly to the left, the girth filling my palm as he rocks his hips forward. His fingers sift into my hair as I start stroking him again before moving farther south to his puckered hole. He sucks in a deep breath and then relaxes.

I split the packet of lube open with my teeth and liberally coat my fingers before dipping back down to open him up. Wyatt bucks against the intrusion and I watch, entranced as he slowly falls apart. To everyone else, he’s a soldier, or a monster, someone unapproachable. To me? He’s my lover, my heart, my soul, and the man that gives me all of him.

Unable to help myself, I dip my lips to his tip, sucking at his slit until a bead of precum lands on my tongue. The salty taste of my man fills my mouth as I continue to take what is mine until Wyatt’s fingers tighten in my hair and he yanks me up for a kiss.

“As much as I want to spill down your throat, I want you inside me, James.”

“Roger that, Lieutenant.”

Wyatt chuckles at my stupidity but the sound is quickly switched out for a guttural moan, his hands moving to my ass as I thrust into him. His head falls back against the pillow, his lips parted as his body melts into the mattress. These are the moments I live for as I slowly pump into his thick ass, drinking in every grunt and moan that falls from his lips.

I lean forward to press a kiss to his chest, focusing on the way his cock drags against my torso, giving him the friction he needs. I brace myself on the mattress as I pick up my pace, loving the way he’s basically fucking me from beneath, taking his pleasure.

“Come for me, babe. Give it to me.”

His fingers dig harder into my ass as he thrusts up, exploding all over my chest and stomach. I let myself go, pumping into him as his hole squeezes my cock until I can’t help but unload in his ass. My hips are still snapping forward as he milks me of my release, his cum slathered between us.

“Fuck, no more, James.”

I laugh as I pull out and roll over onto my side, covered in his release. That wasn’t exactly how I imagined it but I’m not complaining. “As much as I’d like another round, both of us have places to be.” Wyatt sighs as he pulls me closer and angles my head up to kiss me. Fuck it, I don't want to leave the bed just yet. “I don’t think five more minutes would hurt, would it?”

He shakes his head as I throw an arm over his stomach, ignoring our mess for just a little bit longer with Wyatt at my side. I’ll worry about starting my day after a few more kisses.

Chapter 5

WYATT

I step out of the shower to see Jameson stuffing himself back into his pants, completely focused on making himself presentable all over again. We look like a bunch of teenagers trying to avoid the walk of shame but the wrinkled sweater he’s slipping over his head and the clothes left for me to climb back into are very obvious.

Jameson also can’t lie to save his soul. His face is an open book even if Reggie can’t read him. I pass by him, wiggling my eyebrows before drying off and getting dressed as well. Jameson wasn’t wrong that we both had places to be and I usually open my bakery around seven or eight in the morning. It’s pushing eight thirty, not that I would have traded it for the time with Jameson.

“Call me later, babe,” he whispers after me as I shuffle downstairs to grab my baking tools.

I manage a few muttered ‘good mornings’ and head nods, trying my best to avoid any awkward moments with my brother’s friends. Sometimes I forget that he’s the older brother with the way his friends are sprawled across the living room in a way that our mother would have had our hides for.

By the time I lug my shit out to the car, Reggie is leaning against the hood, his arms folded across his chest. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, large bags under his eyes as he tries to keep himself upright. “I’m surprised you stayed over, Wyatt.”

I have no idea why he sounds so accusatory this early in the morning but ignoring him will be difficult when he’s blocking my way. He disrespects my boundaries so often that even if I do explain why I slept over, he’ll just brush it off. “It was dark when I was finished. You know that I don’t drive late at night, Reggie.”

Reggie snorts, following me as I open the passenger side door to place my bag on the seat. “Wouldn’t be so you could spend more time with Jameson, would it? Oh, don’t pull that shit. I see the way you two look at each other and he all but admitted that you two have a thing going on.”

“Do you even care?” I ask, knowing that he’s the only one bothered by it. I’m not even sure why. I haven’t stolen Jameson from him.

“I told you my friends are off limits. You couldn’t respect that?”

This time, it’s my turn to laugh. Reggie knows nothing about respect. He does not deserve mine. “You can’t force feelings or shove them away, not completely. I get that you were looking out for your naïve little brother all those years ago but I’m not him. Your concern is no longer welcome. It’s stifling and not needed.”

Reggie chews on his bottom lip, stepping away just enough for me to close the door. “So, you two do have something going on. Are you dating?”

I still don’t know why this concerns my brother. Axel would be floored to know that I finally acted on my feelings. Reggie’s energy feels hostile. “No, I’m not dating him. Not yet.” It never really occurred to me that Jameson and I have never asked each other out. We find comfort in each other’s presence and just went with the flow.

But words do have meaning.

And this question is one Jameson deserves to hear.

Reggie growls at me as I stomp back into the house, eyes peeled for Jameson. He’s leaning back against the counter, scooping cereal into his mouth like he’s out of time and somehow still not spilling milk all over his sweater. His brow raises at my entrance as I blow out a breath and gather the confidence to alert every last man in this house to who I belong.

He lays the bowl onto the counter behind him as I drag him into a rough kiss, Jameson easily giving in so that I can take what I need. Fuck, he’s perfect. When I pull away, he’s licking his lips, one of his hands slowly finding my throat and squeezing to bring me back to reality. “What’s that for, babe?”