Page 29 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

Chapter thirteen

Wyatt

T he warm body wrapped around me is the first thing that registers before I open my eyes.

After the third time being inside of Maizie with her on all fours as I sunk deep inside her heat while she bit down on a pillow when she came hard around my cock, we collapsed onto the bed.

My eyes closed on their own volition, exhausted from how hard I came.

I remember telling her that I wouldn’t fall asleep.

I was just resting my eyes as she caught her breath, her own eyes shutting.

Guess I fucked that up. Not that I mind. Waking up like this is one of my fantasies come to life. I roll over and see light peeking through the blinds.

“Shit,” I say and check my phone. It’s just after six in the morning.

Maizie stirs next to me.

“Baby,” I whisper, moving her dark hair from her face. “We fell asleep.”

Her eyes pop open in an instant. “Fuck, what time is it?”

“Just after six.”

She relaxes. “Colby is never up this early.”

A devious grin stretches across my mouth. “In that case,” I say, leaning down to brush my mouth against her kiss-swollen lips.

“Not so fast,” she says, pressing her hand to my chest. “That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be up in the next hour.”

“I’ll be quick,” I reply, following her mouth when she backs away.

“Just what every girl longs to hear,” she says, gently pushing me away. “I don’t want to test our luck.”

I groan, but allow her to put some distance between us.

“Fine,” I say with a little pout, which only serves to make her laugh.

Perfectly fine with me. I love the breathy giggles that come out of her, especially last night when I found a particularly ticklish spot on the inside of her thigh…

fuck, I need to stop thinking like that—otherwise I’m going to have a very uncomfortable ride back to the clubhouse.

I rise off the bed, and Maizie sits up, throwing her legs to the side.

“Don’t you dare.” I find my jeans lying in a heap on the floor, and my boots are lying haphazardly next to them.

“You need your sleep, sweetheart.” I pull my jeans up my legs, and Maizie’s eyes track my movements as she lies back down.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put my boots back on and grab my T-shirt from the floor.

“I’ll be back in two hours with Pepper and my truck so we can go to the lake.

Or would nine be better?” I wore my woman the fuck out last night.

Shit, I’m feeling pretty tired myself, but energized at the same time, if that makes sense.

My woman.

“Two hours should be plenty of time,” she says with a sleepy smile, her eyes already starting to droop.

I lean over and kiss her before standing.

I grab my cut from the chair and walk out of her room, then gently shut the door behind me.

As I make my way down the hall, I slide my arms through my cut, a grin on my face the entire time.

I’m so distracted by this ecstatic feeling in my chest that I don’t clock the little boy sitting in the living room as I'm about to pass it to sneak out.

“Hi, Wyatt,” Colby’s cheery voice says from the couch. “What are you doing here? Where’s Pepper? When can we go fishing?”

“Hey, buddy. You’re up early,” I say a little louder than I normally talk, hoping that Maizie hears me and comes to handle this with me. I’m totally fine with acting like me spending the night is perfectly normal, but I know she had some reservations.

“’Cause when I opened my eyes this morning, I remembered we were going to go fishing, and I got so excited I couldn’t close them. Then I had to go pee real bad, so I got out of bed. And look”—he points to the TV—“I put my movie in and turned it on all by myself.”

“Great job, buddy,” I say loudly again.

Maizie comes running down the hall wearing the sleep shirt and shorts I peeled off her last night. “Colby, you’re up early,” she says, a little out of breath.

“Morning, Mommy. I put my movie in,” he tells her, obviously proud of his accomplishment. “Are we leaving soon to go fishing?”

“Uh. Not quite yet. Wyatt just came over to…” she starts, then stumbles.

“Fix your mom’s sink in her bathroom. It was leaking,” I finish for her.

“Oh, okay. When can we go?”

It seems we were a little more worried than necessary about Colby seeing me this morning. That kid has one thing on his brain, and it has nothing to do with figuring out that I spent the night here.

“I’ll go get Pepper and my fishing gear and come right back, yeah?”

“Okay. See you soon,” Colby answers.

“Alright,” Maizie says, clapping her hands together. “How about breakfast, bud?”

“French toast?”

Maizie nods, and I step toward her. I’m about to kiss her goodbye on instinct, then realize there are little eyes watching us, so I pull back and move closer to the door instead. “See you in a few.”

“Wait,” Colby chimes in. “Mommy, you have to say thank you. Remember? You always tell me when someone helps you with something, you make sure to say thank you. Tell Wyatt thank you for coming over and fixing your broken pipes.”

Jesus fucking Christ . It takes every ounce of willpower I have to not burst into a bellowing laugh.

Maizie’s wide eyes turn to me. “Thank you for fixing my pipes this morning,” she says, and I can tell it’s absolutely killing her inside.

I shoot her a half smile. “Anytime.”

Thirty minutes later, I'm back at Maizie’s house with an excited dog in the truck next to me.

We really need to make it clear to Colby that I’m going to be spending the night here on occasion.

I hate leaving Pepper with the prospect.

Not that he isn’t well taken care of at the clubhouse when I’m not around—I’ve even caught Ozzy sneaking him bits of bacon in the morning—but I still feel guilty about leaving him there.

When I pull up, Colby is waiting on the front porch. As soon as he sees Pepper jump out of the truck, he runs over and rubs his ears, the dog lapping at his face.

“Where’s your mom?”

“Inside, making sandwiches and stuff. Come on, Pepper, I have your rope in the backyard.”

Colby bounds up the steps and turns into the kitchen, running past his mom through the back door. Maizie has a smile on her face, watching him, then goes back to putting some turkey sandwiches into a bag.

“Hey, baby,” I say and walk up behind her, caging her against the counter with my arms on either side of her as I press a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Wyatt, Colby might see you,” she says, giggling when I give her a gentle love bite.

“He’s playing out back with Pepper. Trust me, the only things that kid cares about are his dog and when we’re going to leave for the lake.

Actually, now that I think about it, I’m starting to feel a little tossed to the side like yesterday’s trash.

He used to get excited to play with me, not Pepper. ”

“Sorry, honey. Since Pepper came around, all of us have taken a back seat to the dog.” She turns around and plays with the hem of my shirt. “You said his dog just now.”

I tilt my head to the side in question.

“You said Colby only cares about his dog.”

“I mean, he did name him.” I shrug. “Hell, pretty sure Pepper loves Colby more than me. It’s fitting.”

She has a soft look in her gaze before her eyes dart to the backyard. Colby’s back is facing us as he throws the rope toy for Pepper.

Maizie rises on her tip-toes and presses an all too brief kiss against my lips.

“I’m all done here. Let me grab a swimsuit and I’ll be right back,” she says.

“You know, I should really check that pipe. Make sure no problems have come up since I screwed it in tighter.”

Maizie groans and rests her forehead against my chest for a moment. “This is one of those stories I’m going to tell Colby’s girlfriend when he’s older. Let him deal with a quarter of the embarrassment that we had to this morning.”

“I thought it was fucking great,” I say on a laugh.

“Of course you do,” she mumbles then steps around me.

Naturally, I follow her into the bedroom, and she starts rummaging around one of the drawers of her dresser on the opposite wall from the door.

She pulls out a black one-piece and I walk over to see what else she has in there.

A bright-pink two-piece bikini catches my eye.

Pulling it out of the drawer, I hold up both pieces.

“How about this one?” I suggest.

Maizie groans. “Lucy bought that for me last year. I’ve never worn it. It’s just so…revealing,” she finishes, her hand waving over her flat stomach and shaking her head.

“Obviously I didn't get my point across to you last night,” I say, throwing the suit on the bed and gathering her in my arms. She drapes her hands over my shoulders and looks at me with an adorably scrunched-up nose. “You are fucking gorgeous. Every single inch of you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re perfect.

And if anyone were to ever say otherwise, I’d have no problem telling them to shut the hell up. Even you, sweetheart.”

“Are you telling me to shut up?” She arches her brow and I get the distinct feeling that is not a phrase she likes to hear.

“Uh…no. I’m telling you you’re beautiful, and I don’t like you talking or feeling bad about yourself.”

Maizie smiles. “I may need a little more convincing.”

“That I can definitely do,” I say and lean down, pressing my lips to hers.

She opens immediately, and my tongue tastes hers, the sweetness of the maple syrup she had with her waffles and Maizie exploding in my mouth.

My hands slide down her waist to the curve of her delicious ass and I squeeze, pressing her into my ever-hardening erection.

Then we hear a door slam.

“Moooom,” Colby calls. “Can we go soon?”

“Damn,” I mumble as she breaks the kiss and steps back. “Cockblocked by a five-year-old.”

Maizie huffs out a laugh. “Welcome to dating a single mom.” She turns toward the bed with both suits lying on it. “You better go out there. I need to change.”