Page 31 of Southpaw Slots
NINE
WYATT
It was stupid to eventhinkI could stay away from her. Instead, here I am, like a loyal lapdog getting ready to shoot one of these fucking gate guards to get inside the house. Swallowing, I worry about what our last conversation may have caused. What if it just pushed her closer with that piece of shit she married?
“Like I said, this is anemergency. Mrs. Donovan personally invited me.” The shaved head kid sitting in the back of the shack looks at me, wide-eyed, his finger shaking on his rifle trigger as he points it to the floor. It’s bigger than him. At the window stands the morning shift captain. It’s been a few days since their wedding and the agony of losing her has been eating me away.
The main guard is old and lazy. Both men are a testament to the lack of funds supplying the staff here.
“Sir, it’s still very early for Mr. Donovan. I can’t get hold of either of them, sir. Please step back from me,sir.” He uses the title like an insult, holding up his hands as if he’ll get dirt on him should I get any closer. When I reach through his little tower window and snag his phone, I call the last number dialed with a punch of my forefinger.
With a terrified grunt, the kid holds up his weapon at me when I do, but I just plant the barrel of my gun against the old man’s temple and raise my eyebrows.
“Yes?” A groggy, high-pitched Arianna creaks through the speaker. The sound of her voice makes me feel some peace after fitful nights trying to figure out some solution to our problem. But now I know how to fix things.
I’m not giving her up.
“Vixen, it’s me. I’m outside. Can you tell these police academy dropouts to let me in?” The kid drops his jaw to protest, but I shift so his face out of my field of view.
“W-Wyatt?” She sounds out of breath, like I just startled her awake.
“Yeah, vix. I’m here.” The clear gate opens with a hum. She must have the code to open it.
“Come on in. Up the stairs, take a right, and then a left. It’s the double doors at the end of the third hall.” Holy shit. How big is this place?
Ending the call, I toss the phone back to the dude and slide onto the seat of my cruiser. “Told you she said I could come over,” I yell as I whir down the drive.
I envision her lying in a bed, probably in one ofthose lacy things she likes to wear that I never get to see because we’ve been sneaking around in barns and backrooms for almost a year. Getting to visit her curvy body in a bedroom, taking my time without having to hurry… My dick stretches against my zipper just thinking about it.
My pulse pounds with a sense of urgency to stop her before she does something foolish like fall in love with her husband. It’s like blowing up their wedding all over again, except this time, I’ll fuck her in his bed and make pancakes in his kitchen. Ari’s a naïve woman. She’d fall for anyone just so she could say she’s living a fairytale.
The house rises out of a hilly terrain like some white rock oasis with its dark blue pools and angled stories. Everything is boxy, topped by a flat roof. All the lights appear to be off at this early hour and I know my girl is probably only half awake. But when I tell her I’m done playing games and I want to be together no matter what, even if I gotta cuck that bastard, I’m hoping she’ll perk up.
When I reach the glass front door, my brow furrows, concerned that it’s locked. But it easily opens when I shove on it. Security here really is a joke. I guess he’s got nothing to steal that’s valuable, other than his senate position and his wife.
Following Ari’s directions through the house, I find the solid white doors she spoke about and carefully press the handle down. The light in the room warms asthe dawn rises through the eastern windows, the purple curtains spread wide open. One ray streams across the pink carpet to the large bed where Arianna’s nude figure slowly bobs up and down. When I tilt my neck, I see her husband lying on his back, his blond head propped up on pillows with a look of bliss plastered all over his face. His large hands grip her hips as she rides him.
Ari’s chocolate hair waves as she swivels to see me. Flashing me her white teeth, she says, “Hey.”
My heart stops beating at the scene before me. Is this a setup? Was this whole thing designed for me? To piss me the fuck off? A show of domination? My fists curl at my sides as I contemplate my next move, her full breasts bouncing as she writhes against her lover. The heat on the tops of my ears radiates down my neck when neither of them seem concerned with my appearance. Part of me thinks about shooting him and taking her, but that would cause a hell of a lot more problems than I’m prepared to deal with.
“Hey, man! Come on in. There’s plenty of room.” Ari’s husband flattens a muscular arm out on the mattress next to him and pats it. Leaning around her curves, he greets my eyes andsmirks. Full-on shit-eatingsmirks. What a fucking prick.
That’s what his play is. It’s to get me mad enough to leave. Or to fight him and lose her. But I’m about to up the ante.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my headand toss it across the room like I own the place. Next come my jeans and boots, kicked somewhere under the bed,ourbed. Arianna stares at me with some wonderment, as if she never expected it, but the tiniest smile greets her parted lips as she watches me undress.
It’s not as if I didn’t know she would have sex with him. Now that I’veseenit, now that I’ve gotten the image out of the way, my seething jealousy has turned to some weird sense of intensity in my gut. Determination. Drive.
Ihave tofuck her better than this tool.
Kneeling on the bed, I crawl to her as she continues to sit on his dick.
“What the fuck, wild card?” Her husband has the nerve to look shocked.
With a shrug, I reply, “You invited me up here, maverick.”
When I near her, Arianna turns her head to me. Snaking my fingers through her silky strands, I pull her close, greeting her by staking my claim with a stroke of my tongue against hers. It’s beenweekssince I felt this connected with her. Without the torture I’d put myself through before deciding I couldn’t leave her. I don’t give a fuck if he’s inside her right now, the moan that escapes her mouth probably let the maid down the hall know who she wants.