Chapter Twenty-One: You will have to just imagine.

I had finally convinced Alyssa to stay and relax. I knew I would because, eventually, everything would work in my favor. I know the more she is around me, the harder it will be for her to fight against what she feels and what she really wants.

We were out in the yard enjoying dinner and wine.

“I have a question,” I ask casually, “How are your cock-sucking skills?”

Alyssa chokes on her wine. “Excuse me?” she asks, looking at me shocked.

“You heard me. How are they?”

“That is none of your business,” she snaps.

I laugh loudly. “Yes, it is. I need to know if you are good or need to be taught.”

“I am not answering that question,” she exclaims.

I don’t know why she seems so surprised by my question. I thought she had already learned I am a dirty bastard. I don’t beat around the bush. If I want to know something, I will ask outright.

“Yes, you are. I need to know these things, kitten, for when you are mine,” I shrug.

She rolls her eyes. “I am not going to be yours. Have I not made that clear?”

“You have mentioned it a few times, but we both know it isn’t the truth. You will be mine. You want to be mine, but you are stubborn and worried in case anyone finds out and judges you,” I reply matter-of-factly.

It doesn’t matter what her answer is. If she is good at it, then great; if she is self-conscious or doesn’t think she is good, I am a great teacher.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Wyatt,” she sighs and drops the conversation.

No, that will not do. I want my answer.

“It is okay if you are bad at it, Alyssa. It isn’t anything to be ashamed of. I can teach you.”

I want to push her enough where she becomes annoyed and will tell me the truth. She groans, and her eyes meet mine.

“My cock-sucking skills are fine. I have never had any complaints,” she hisses.

I smirked and rested back on the seat, my hands behind my head. “Hmm, I don’t know I believe you. You may need to prove it to…”

I expect her to lose her shit at me, but she doesn’t. She stands from her seat and comes around to me. She takes her place in front of me, reaching down and rests her hand on the arms of the chair. Her warm breath fans against my lips, and a groan escapes them. She smirks at my reaction. Damn it! I am supposed to be the one making her weak, not the other way around.

“You will never find out. You can only imagine how good they are. I am great with my mouth. I know what a man needs and wants. I can make him completely fall apart. I can make him beg for more,” she whispers seductively.

I swallow hard, my cock stirring to life, and a deep moan comes from my lips. I need to pull it together.

“If you insist,” I try to sound confident, but my words come out strained.

Alyssa’s hand landed on my crotch, paining me through my joggers. “Because I am that good, and you will never be able to experience it.”

My breathing quickens, and my length pulses. “I always get what I want.”

She laughs loudly and pats my cheek. “Not this time you don’t, Sir.”

Alyssa pulls away and saunters off. My arousal is now mixed with annoyance. No, she doesn’t get to tease and walk away from me. God, if she were mine, I would make her pay for her behavior in the best way I know how. I groan in frustration, jump to my feet, and rush after her. She does not get to walk away from me.

When I catch up with her, she is putting her coat on.

“Where are you going?”

“Home, I will call an Uber,” she shrugs.

“No, you will not. You have no idea who the drivers are. You will stay here, and I will get a car to take you home later.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I am leaving, and you can do nothing about it.”

“Don’t push me, Alyssa,” I warn.

“Or what? What are you going to do?” she challenges.

My jaw tightens, and my fists ball at my sides. “Oh, I could do so many things to make sure you stay.”

“What are you going to do, kidnap me?” she asks with an eye roll.

I stroll to her. “No, I could willingly make you stay, kitten.”

“I am going home,” she exclaims.

I head over to her. The closer I approach her, the more she backs away, and her back hits the wall. I close the space between our bodies. Alyssa bites on her lip, trying to suppress a moan.

I reach in, caressing her cheek. “Can you quit being so obstinate? You haven’t even finished your dinner. You need to eat.”

The softer approach may be the way to go for now. I can play both.

“Why should I?”

“Because I want you to. I promise I will take you home later. I’ll get a car to take you with a driver I can trust. Going in an Uber or any type of car alone with a stranger is never a good idea. What if something were to happen to you?” I ask.

“Wyatt, I have used them multiple times and am doing fine.”

“I refuse to hand you over to a stranger to take you home, Alyssa. Now, will you please come through and finish dinner? I will even make you some chocolate cake for after?”

She raises her brow at me. “You bake?”

“I am full of surprises,” I chuckle.

She stares at me, trying to decide what to do. I wait patiently for her answer. She finally smiles and nods. I stopped a smirk from growing on my lips because I won again. If I did, it would set her off again, and she would leave.

She is hesitant at first, but she takes it. I link our fingers. I smile and step back from her. She takes her coat off. I offer her my hand. She takes it and I lead her back outside to finish our meal.

“Do you want some more wine?” I ask.

“Yes, please, only a small amount. I don’t want to have a headache tomorrow.”

I nod, find my best bottle of rosé wine, and pour each of us a glass. I take a full one but only give her a little. She thanks me.

Chapter Twenty-One: You will have to just imagine. 2

She turns back to finish her dinner. How can we have gone from talking about rocking muck and tearing each other apart to acting like a damn date? How does that happen?

I will keep it this way for now. She can have her dinner in peace, and I will make her chocolate cake. I hope the night ends with her in my bed. I have been craving her all day! We only spent the weekend together, but I seem to be already addicted to her. I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing; it has been a long time since someone has made me feel this…

I can only hope it turns out how I need it to. If she isn’t up for the challenge, I will need to take a step back from her. She would enjoy it if she gave it a try. It would be good for her. I would take good care of her in every single way, but I am not if perhaps she is too stubborn to be what I need her to be.