Page 23 of Searching for Sunshine (Crestbrook Cove #1)

STELLA

W yatt takes my hand and gently tugs me out of the bar while I hurry to keep up with him. Letting him lead, we make it to the truck and I lean against the cab while he opens my door. As soon as turns back to me, I pull him against me and feel his hard cock through his jeans.

“Damn it, Stella. We agreed we were going to ease into this, remember?” he groans. I look up at him through my lashes and shrug.

“I thought about it, and I don’t want to wait if you don’t,” I mumble, teasing my hand up and down the front of his jeans.

He looks at me for a moment before whispering, “Fuck it.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his mouth is on mine, and he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

“Fuck, Stels. Do you have any idea how damn bad I’ve wanted you?

” he asks, kissing down my neck, and I groan in contentment.

“I’d give anything to rip this sweet little sundress off you and fuck you right here, but I won’t ever forgive myself if the first time I feel that sweet pussy come around my cock is in a goddamned parking lot.

So I need you to get in the car and let me drive you home so I can spend the rest of the night making you scream for me. ”

Damn, has this man always had a mouth like that?

I wonder. “Sounds like a perfect night to me,” I murmur, then pout when he sits me in the front seat of his truck and pulls back to walk around the front of the truck.

As I watch him, I smile at the fact that my anxiety seems to be completely gone with him, and I feel my excitement build at the thought of finally having him inside me.

He cranks the truck and we ride in silence, neither of us wanting to break the spell between us. The ride to the Hideaway is less than five minutes, but tonight I’m pretty sure it takes an hour.

As soon as he pulls into the parking lot, I dive into his lap across the console and kiss him hard. I’ve never been this turned on in my life and I’m desperate to feel him everywhere.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you inside,” he groans, easily lifting me off his lap to get out of the truck and he carries me across the dark parking lot. Every step he takes, I feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I resist the urge to moan as I imagine how good he’s going to feel inside me.

He carries me across the property, and I press kisses against his neck as he fights to open the door of the cottage. “Fucking finally,” he whispers, putting me down so he can push open the door and lead us inside. “I’ve never needed anyone more in my life.”

“Same,” I admit, reaching for his shirt and tugging it over his head. I let my hands wander down his bare chest, drifting lower until I palm his cock through his jeans. He sucks in a breath, and I smile at the sound.

“Are you being a tease?” he asks, and I lead him into the bedroom and close the door so that Duke won’t interrupt us.

As soon as I turn around, Wyatt reaches down and tugs the hem of my dress over my head. “Damn it, Stels. Are you seriously not wearing any panties?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbles, running his hands up and down my sides. “You’re so damn hot.”

I lead him to the bed and sit on the edge to tug his jeans and boxers down. I try to stay in the moment, but as soon as he’s naked my anxiety kicks in the same way it has every time I’ve had sex in the past.

Wyatt clearly notices the shift in my mood and sits down on the bed beside me, looking concerned.

“Hey, Stels. What the hell just happened?” he asks, and I try to avoid eye contact, completely embarrassed with the way I’m shutting down. “If you don’t want to do this, we absolutely don’t have to.”

“No, it’s not that,” I admit, sighing before I continue.

“My anxiety just gets really high when it comes to sex sometimes. I get really nervous about how long it takes me to get there and then I worry I’m not doing something right.

Then my brain starts going, and I can’t focus on anything and I basically spiral from there.

And now, here I am freaking out like an idiot when all you want is to fuck me. ”

“Whoa, Stels. It’s okay. Just take a breath, okay?” he says, rubbing my back.

“God, you have to think I’m the biggest mess in the world,” I say, trying to resist the urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I really want to do this, but I’m worried I’m going to mess it up.”

“Hey, there’s nothing to mess up here, Stels. Everything’s at your pace. Do I want you? Hell fucking yes. And if all you want to do tonight is go to bed, that’s fine.”

“No, I want to do this. But it can take me a really long time to get there,” I warn, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment at the words.

“Stels, I don’t care about that,” he tells me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, of course,” I tell him, feeling a little of the anxiety that was building inside me start to fade.

“Okay, we’re gonna try something. Just lie back and close your eyes,” he instructs, and I do as he says.

It feels weird to lie here, not knowing what he’s doing, and I resist the urge to peek as I hear him dig through a drawer somewhere in the room.

I freeze when I hear the familiar buzz of my vibrator and jump as he presses it to my clit.

“Holy shit, Wyatt,” I cry and open my eyes to see him kneeling above me.

“Just relax, okay, Stels?” he tells me, and I try to do as he asked.

The toy buzzes insistently against my clit, and I start to get lost to the feeling before he reaches up and starts to work his fingers inside of me, matching the pulses of the vibrator with the thrusts of his fingers.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he murmurs. “You have such a pretty pussy, Stella.”

I moan and feel myself relaxing more and more the longer he touches me. I lose track of time as he fucks me with his fingers and tells me I’m a good girl over and over. After a while, I feel my core tighten, and my eyes pop open in surprise.

“Oh my god, Wyatt, I think I’m going to come,” I moan, and he smiles, continuing to work his fingers in and out of me as the vibrator pulses against my clit.

“That’s right, pretty girl. Come for me. I want to feel you soak my fingers,” he whispers, and with that, the climax takes over my body and I’m lost to the feeling of ecstasy that takes over my body.

I’m vaguely aware of the fact that I’m moaning loud enough that the guests in the hotel nearby can probably hear, but I’m too fucking gone to care. I’ve never come this hard in my damn life.

By the time I come back to my senses, I don’t know if the moment between us lasted minutes or hours, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

“That was fucking incredible, Stels. You’re so pretty when you come,” Wyatt mutters, dropping a kiss to my forehead. I blush a little at the words, reaching to touch him.

“You don’t have to,” Wyatt mutters. I ignore him, shifting to my knees on the bed and leaning down to wrap my mouth around his shaft.

“Fuck, Stels,” he moans, and I use that as encouragement to take him deeper. I use my hand to tease the base of his cock and he places his hand on the back of my head, but doesn’t put any pressure on me to take him deeper.

Bobbing up and down on his cock, I lick and taste and suck at him, desperate to feel him lose himself after how good he made me feel.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” he warns, but I continue tasting him, looking up at him through my lashes to let him know I don’t want to stop.

“Fuck,” he curses, as hot cum starts to fill my mouth. He growls as he comes, and I continue sucking him until he pulls away, obviously finished.

“Holy shit, Stels. You’re so fucking incredible,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my mouth. “Let’s get cleaned up and then we’re doing that again.”

“Oh my god, I’m pretty sure this is what dreams and orgasms are made of,” Avery says, collapsing into her beach chair the following day.

“That’s quite a combination, Aves,” I say, unable to help myself from laughing at her.

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of orgasms, I’m going to need all the details on what happened after Wyatt carried you out of the bar like a damn caveman. If I wasn’t ready to give you a standing ovation for the way you handled that asshole, I’d be totally pissed you abandoned me.”

“I really am sorry about that,” I apologize, sitting down in my chair and reaching for a cooler Wyatt packed for us earlier this morning. I’m about to grab a seltzer when I see the familiar orange and blue can of my favorite energy drink.

Pausing, I pull it out and Avery looks over to give me an odd look. “I thought you couldn’t find them anywhere.”

“I couldn’t,” I respond. “Wyatt offered to pack the cooler this morning, but there’s no way he found them for me. Maybe there was one in the fridge I missed yesterday.”

“Well, obviously it didn’t appear out of thin air, Stels. Text him and see what he says.”

Pulling out my phone, I shoot him a quick text.

Stella: Hey, I just looked in the cooler. Did I miss one of my drinks in the fridge on Saturday? I would have sworn that there weren’t any left but maybe I was wrong.

Wyatt: Oh no, you didn’t.

I look at Avery in confusion, showing her the text.

“Damn girl, see. I told you he’s down bad for you. Where the hell did he find them though?” Avery asks, grabbing a black cherry seltzer out of the cooler and popping the top.

“I have no idea.”

“Well, babes, why don’t you ask him?” my best friend suggests.

“Oh, right. Yeah, that would make sense.”

Stella: Uh, is there some secret energy drink supply store here in town that I don’t know about? Because I would have sworn up and down that I checked everywhere in town the other day.

Wyatt: Nope, not quite.

Stella: ….

Stella: Wyatt, how the hell did you find them?

Wyatt: It’s not a big deal. I called Everett on Saturday when we got back from the boat tour, and he called in a favor with one of his distributors. They added a couple cases to his order this morning so you should be good to go for a while.

Stella: Oh my gosh.

Stella: Are you serious?