Chapter Eighteen – I am such a mess.

Alyssa moved, and I’m sure I’d forgotten how to breathe. I was a mess after he was done with me. When I say a mess, I mean it. Who is this man? And how is he so fucking good at sex? He’s on another level. I didn’t think sex could be so good. My one-night stand. I think if I had another one, I would pass out for real. My entire body is weak and sweating. I’m lightheaded, too. I’ve never had four orgasms before.

Wyatt lies next to me, panting, too. The man is an animal. I am going to ache tomorrow. It was worth it, though.

With the little energy I have, I roll onto my stomach, turning my head to look at him. He must have felt me staring because his eyes met mine, and he smirked.

“Are you doing okay over there, kitten?” he chuckles.

“Ask me again in ten minutes,” I snicker.

“I told you I would make it worth it. I didn’t disappoint, did I?” he says smugly.

I shake my head. “No. That is the best sex I have ever had.”

The smugness grows on his handsome face. “And you will never have anything like it again. I can promise you that.”

I can’t decide if he is confident or cocky. He has a right to be cocky when he can fuck the way he does. I would be, too. He reaches over and moves the hair away from my face. It is sticking to me because of how much I am sweating.

“I need to make one thing clear. Once we return to normality, we return to the same relationship we had before this week. It doesn’t matter how hot and mind-blowing the sex was; I am not continuing it because that is how things become complicated,” I say firmly.

He laughs and doesn’t say another word. He climbs out of the bed, butt naked, and disappears out of the room. Why is he laughing? Does he think I was joking? I wasn’t. I groan and slowly get out of bed with my shaky legs. They nearly buckle, but I manage to keep myself up.

I pick up his shirt, which is the closest thing to me, and pull it over my head. It is way too big for me. I sigh and follow him out. I find him in the kitchen, pouring us some drinks.

“I mean it, Wyatt. What happens this weekend stays this weekend.”

He turns to face me. He eyes me from head to toe, a devilish smile rising on his lips. “Mmm, damn, you look sexy in my shirt.”

I huff and fold my arms over my chest. “Do not change the subject.”

He takes a sip of his scotch and saunters over confidently towards me. He takes a handful of his shirt and uses it to bring me closer to him. He dips his head down, kissing me. I moan. He is trying to distract me, and I hate to admit it, but it is working. Wyatt deepens the kiss, and his arms come around me. He pushes me against one of the counters.

“No, I am not letting him do this to me.” I rest my hand on his chest and put a small distance between us. “No, it isn’t going to work.”

“What isn’t going to work?” he chuckles.

“You are trying to distract me, but it won’t work. You need to agree with my decision, or nothing else will happen while we are here.”

I refuse to let him use his seductive techniques to get what he wants. He is a man who is used to winning and getting what he wants.

Wyatt presses his body tightly to mine, trapping me between him and the counter. “I am not giving you a choice! It is how it needs to be!” I exclaim.

He caresses my face with his thumb. “No, it isn’t how it needs to be. But you after this weekend, I will get you. You can pretend like you won the best night of your life. The best sex of your life, you will come to me for more. I am addictive, and you won’t be any different.”

I went to protest, but before I had a chance, his lips came down on mine once again, silencing me. He swiftly lifts me onto the counter, standing between my legs. His large hands run up my bare thighs, and his lips move down to my neck. He trails kisses along my skin and grazes his teeth against it. I whimper loudly and tangle my fingers in his hair.

“You will come to me, Alyssa. You can fight against it as much as you want, but it is a losing battle,” he rasps, his hand slipping under his shirt and near my falls.

I gasp and shudder. I am still sensitive from before.

“Y-you won’t,” I manage.

My words are strained. I don’t even believe them coming from my mouth, but I will do whatever it takes to keep it together. I am not a weak woman, especially not when it comes to men. However, I never met a man quite like Wyatt. It isn’t going to be easy, but I have self-control.

His teeth sink into my neck, and I cry out. He chuckles and goes from biting to sucking. It will surely leave a mark. “Yes, you will.”

He backs away from me, picks up his drink, heading outside. Does he realize he is still naked? I close my eyes and gather myself before I hop down from the counter. I take a bottle of water from the fridge because I have had enough alcohol for one night.

“You realize you are still naked, right?” I laugh as I join him.

He shrugs. “It isn’t like anyone else is around, sweetness. Want to go skinny dipping?”

I shake my head. “No, I am good, thanks.”

It does look inviting with all the pretty lights, but I know what will happen if we end up naked in the pool together. My body can’t handle another orgasm right now. It doesn’t mean I won’t make the most of the rest of the weekend to get laid.

Wyatt dives into the pool. I take a seat next to it with my feet in the water. I watch him as he swims up and down. His arm bulged with every stroke. I bite my lips and groan as I watch him. Fuck, why does he need to be so damn sexy? I cross my legs to ease the throbbing which is growing between them yet again.

I rest back on my hand and stare up at the night sky. It is beautiful and peaceful. I am brought out of my peacefulness when Wyatt comes up from the water and is in front of me again.

“Yes?” I ask, glancing at him.

“I think you should come in and swim with me, kitten.”

I shake my head, but he raises a brow and gives me a firm look. “Now, Alyssa.” He demands.

I could fight him on it, but he won’t leave me alone until I do what he wants.

I roll my eyes. “Fine, but the shirt stays on.”

“Or you can take it off. You have nothing to hide. I have seen every inch of your body. I have kissed and touched nearly every part of it. And the shirt is mine, so I decided what you do with it.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes again. I have been doing that a lot. “If you insist.”

I jump to my feet, remove his shirt, set it aside, and dive into the water. I swim away from him before he has a chance to get close to me. I may have to play hard to get for the next little while and regain some control of our situation.