Use Somebody: Plantain Series Book Four Read online

  “What do you mean?” I ask in total astonishment.

  “I know everyone thinks I have a drinking problem, I’m depressed, I’m a dropout, I live with my parents, I’m a loser right now…I get it if that’s what the issue is.”

  “No Wyatt, not at all,” I tell him.

  “I just don’t understand Daisy, you tell me weeks ago that you feel more than just a fling, I tell you the same, and ever since you’ve backed off-”

  “I don’t like lying to everyone, especially Irys,” I cut him off.

  “No one’s making you lie, but yourself,” he says over me.

  I sigh, and my tone drops as my eyes fill with tears.

  “I just don’t want to lose her Wyatt, she’s the only friend I have. This will absolutely demolish anything she feels about me now, especially when she hears how long I’ve lied to her about us.”

  He remains silent, and I wipe my eyes, releasing a heavy exhale.

  “Come out with me tonight,” he says.

  “Wyatt,” I sigh.

  “No, I want to see you when we talk about shit like this, not over the phone. I’ll take you out on the bike, we can go to the desert.”

  I agree that I too don’t like talking about things this intense not face to face.

  “Where we meeting?” I ask.

  “I’ll park at the end of your street, be ready in ten?”

  “I’m always ready for you,” I reply, dropping my voice.

  “Wear clothes that come off easily,” he responds.

  My belly flutters as I giggle and he hangs up. I grab some jean shorts and a loose strappy black tank top with a black bikini top for a bra, and of course my combat boots. I grab a fitted leather jacket and leave my purse, leaving my side door unlocked so I don’t need to worry about bringing my keys. The suns not even close to setting and I think everyone’s home at the main house, so I try to make myself conspicuous while walking down to the end of the driveway. My adrenaline peaks as I see him parked a few houses down, his back to me as he sits on his bike. I’m not sure if he’s still a little upset with me since our conversation, but I kiss his cheek before throwing a leg over the bike and sitting behind him. He looks over his shoulder, his Ray Bans concealing his eyes, and hands me his helmet which I take and slip onto my head, clipping the strap. My hands slip around his waist, squeezing him tight as he rights the motorcycle and looks back at me again,

  “Ready?” he says over the engine, and I nod.

  He takes off, and only after a few blocks, we’re on the road that morphs into the desert. The further we go, the fewer cars pass and there’s no one ahead or behind us. The sun’s beginning to set and I finally relax, enjoying this time with Wyatt, regardless if he’s mad at me or not. I let go of his waist and lean back, raising my arms in the air, the wind blowing my hair below the helmet all around and around me. It’s a crazy sensation, like you’re flying, there’s no control, just freedom. Never in my whole life have I ever felt comfortable with anyone but my dad on a bike, but now I do with Wyatt. It feels amazing to know this, that I trust him so much, but it’s not a sensation I can easily translate into words to tell him. When I right myself, Wyatt glances over his shoulder and gives me a smile, and I know that even if he’s upset with me, at least I made him smile. Resting my cheek between his shoulder blades, I can’t stop smiling as I watch the sun paint the sky in the most gorgeous collage of oranges and pinks. Wyatt pulls off a few miles later, taking us away from the road, kicking dirt up behind us, before slowing to a stop.

  “Have fun?” he asks as I get off.

  “Uh huh,” I smile and remove his helmet, setting it on the seat I’d been occupying and shaking my hair out.

  I unzip my jacket, tossing that on top of the helmet. Wyatt pulls his iPod out from one of the saddle bags and mini speakers he plugs into the jack, while tossing his sunglasses in the empty pocket. Borns- “American Money” begins and something about this moment and maybe because of our conversation earlier, I want to be playful and not so serious. He’s reaching in for a blanket in the other saddlebag as I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it at him. His head pops up and he looks at me in confusion. Then with my eyes on his, I untie the knot behind my neck and mid-back, allowing my bikini top to fall.

  “What are you doing?” he asks with a smirk lifting one side of his mouth, his eyes twinkling.

  I wink at him then shimmy my shorts off, and I’m naked…aside from my combat boots. I walk a few feet, arms in the air as I face the lowering sun, the breeze cooling my heated skin. I twirl and dance a little to the music, my hair flying around me, and I just let go of everything that’s stressing me out.

  “You’re crazy,” he says to me over the song.

  “There’s no one out here, Wyatt,” I spin to face him. “And I know we’re gonna fuck, so what’s the difference if you’re on top of me or I’m walking around?” I reply with a shrug.

  He lays out on the blanket, resting back on his elbows so he can watch me, stretching his legs out and crossing his ankles. “Disco Very” by Warpaint comes on and I give him a smile, because this is one of my favorite bands, and I know he’s put this one his iPod just for me. I move my hips to the slow beat, running my hands through my hair and down my body, watching him watch me. He’s smiling at me, but fuck his eyes are pure sex and need, and I bite my lower lip, looking away from him. Slowly, I make my way over to him, wriggling and dancing for him, and for me. When I get to him, I widen my dance and walk closer until my feet are on either side of his knees and I look down at him, and him up at me. In a flash, he has his hands on my hips as he plants his face between my legs.

  “Oh God,” I gasp and my hands grip his hair as his hands move to grasp my ass cheeks and pull me against his mouth. “Wyatt, fuck…fuck,” I whimper before my head falls back.

  He makes me come in moments, my nails digging into his shoulders as my cries cut through the night and the music streaming from the speakers. His hands quickly undo the buttons of his jeans, pulling me down onto his lap as his dick joins us and I run my hand up and down, before leaning over and slowly dropping saliva onto the head, my thumb spreading it over. His hands cup my face and we lock eyes, sharing something so fucking pure I can’t barely take it without wanting to tell him I love him. Instead, I lift up and take him inside my body. My hips rock and he takes me in a lip sucking, tongue lapping kiss. We move together like this, and the words are still on the tip of my lips. Without removing him, I adjust my legs and turn with him still inside, so my back is to his front. Planting my feet on the blanket beside his hips, I spread my legs and arch my back, practically doing squats on his cock. I reach back and grasp him as his teeth nip my ear, one arm wrapping around me to grope my tits as the other glides between my thighs to fondle my clit ring. Our skin glows orange from the sun setting before us, further propelling how perfect this moment is with him. I bite my lip and grind down harder, deeper, losing all my inhibitions as I work him over. We’re groaning and moaning, and my body is pulsating everywhere, needing him everywhere.

  His palm pushes my shoulders forward and I lean over, bracing myself on my hands, lowering my legs to my knees. His hands grasp my hips and help me bounce on his crotch, then I circle my hips and slowly pull up.

  “Fucking hell, Daisy…my cock looks too big for that little cunt of yours, but you like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes,” I chant and nod my head, looking over my shoulder at him.

  He growls, reaching out to the back of my head and gripping my hair, yanking my head back to kiss him. I start coming as I ride him, reaching down to rub my clit and my thighs jerk with release, my mouth opening against his as I vocalize my orgasm.

  “Louder,” he tells me. “I want to fucking hear how good my cock makes you feel.”

  “No other cock will ever be good enough, I’ll always need you, fuck, Wyatt-” I gasp, biting my lip to hold back the emotions and words.

  Wyatt lets out a groan and his mouth opens as his eyes close, my b
ody turning once more as he comes inside me and I bring his head against my neck.

  “Wyatt,” I start, “I lo-”

  And his lips stop mine, his breath panting against my face as he lays us back onto the blanket. The sun lowers even more, and we can’t stay out here too long since the temperature will drop and we’re not dressed for that. But as I lay in his arms, cuddling at his side as we both look up at the sky, I realize how much I love just laying with him in these moments, something I felt we couldn’t do when we were strictly fuck buddies.

  “Do you remember when our families went to that beach house for a week?”

  Him suddenly speaking has my senses delayed for a moment.

  “Yeah, shit that was like…” I stop to think.

  “Three years ago,” Wyatt answers for me.

  I nod against his chest. “What about it?”

  “That week, it was like I really noticed you for the first time…not as a girl, or as a family friend, but as a woman.”

  My lips part at his words, my mind drifting to that vacation.

  “Sven caught me looking at you, in your bikini, at dinner, when we played cards, all the time. He knew something was happening to me, but he warned me that you were young and I’d do best by you to leave you be.”

  I do recall Wyatt looking at me a little more than usual then, watching me, but I didn’t think anything of it.

  “One of the last conversations he and I had about you, it was before he died. It was my first Sunday dinner after being home from college for summer break, I couldn’t take my eyes off you and of course he noticed. We were out on the back porch later and he asked me if I was ever planning on telling you how I felt. I hadn’t thought about it before, I never imagined actually talking to you about it. When I told him no, he told me now you were mature enough that you would be able to handle a conversation, to be able to, if you didn’t feel the same, look past it and remain my friend. The need to talk to you, consumed my life from then on, then it was only days later and I was rubbing your back. I didn’t know that once I touched you, once I felt your bare skin, that that was it for me, there was no going back.”

  This is a shock to me, all of it. That he wanted me for a long time, that he and Sven talked about me.

  “I never knew in a million years, or all my daydreaming of being with you, that you'd like what I liked. When you responded to pain, it was like, it felt like it was meant to be. That I was drawn to you for another reason.”

  I don't know how to respond; he’s literally left me speechless. I don’t know what any of this means. He’s telling me he’s liked me for a long time and it’s such an odd thing to know as I look back. My heart is all fluttery and light, and I bury my face into his neck as his arms wrap around me, and the feeling that nothing could ever ruin this moment between us is palpable.

  ********

  It’s the end of the week and my parents, along with Maven and Dornan, are going out of town for the weekend. Missy’s watching Ruby, Jo, Ro, and Abbey. While Grayson’s going to a friend’s house, and Irys is spending it with Rupert at his apartment in Bannister.

  “Are you still coming over this weekend?” I ask Wyatt as we talk on the phone.

  “Yeah, I know you said you wanted to stay in, but I can take you to that weird club you like since you never get to go there,” he tells me.

  “Really?” I ask, smiling and biting the corner of my lip.

  “Really…even if it’s weird as fuck,” he states and I laugh.

  The parents leave Friday evening after work, and I drive Abbey over to Missy’s where I stay for dinner. After I head back home and instantly feel my heart flutter when I pull up the driveway and see Wyatt’s motorcycle parked outside the loft. It’s just a weird sensation, but it feels good to know that anyone who drives by can see him here. With a little bounce in my step, I climb the staircase to the door and open it to see Wyatt standing in the middle of the room with his phone out in front of him as he types away.

  “I was just texting you,” he says looking up at me and putting his phone away.

  “Oh yeah, saying what?” I ask, dropping my bag onto the kitchen table.

  He walks over and scoops me up, lifting my feet off the ground as he hugs me tight.

  “Seeing if your hot ass wanted to take a shower with me.”

  “Hmmm, I could be persuaded,” I smile and wrap my legs around his hips and pull back to look into his eyes.

  “What do I need to do to persuade you?” he asks with a little twinkle in his eyes.

  “This.” I cup his face and lean in to kiss him.

  He hums against my lips, his hands palming my ass cheeks and squeezing, pulling me against him. After we shower, and after some bathroom wall sex, we head to my room and I see a black duffel bag on my bed. Wyatt reaches in and grabs a black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. I sit on the edge of the bed wrapped in a towel and admire him, first slipping the jeans on, with no underwear, then the shirt. Watching him tuck his dick and balls into the front of his pants, then adjust, just about makes me come.

  “Keep looking at me like that and were not going anywhere,” he tells me.

  But being in public with him is foreplay for me. Not like we can’t fuck in public, but it adds to that build up for later.

  “Trust me, going out will be worth your while,” I smile and stand, moving toward my dresser.

  I pull out some black lacy material and garter belt, slipping on the G-string before the belt and positioning it so that the straps that attach to the stockings hang down the front of my thighs. I like that Wyatt’s now sitting on the bed watching me, but I don’t acknowledge that he’s looking at me. Instead, I grab a pair of knee high black stockings and smooth them up my legs and attach them. Then I grab a black sheer bra that has no support and you can see my breast through. I tie my hair back into a loose ponytail, tie a thin black choker around my neck, then reach in my closet for a black loose fitting t-shirt dress. The hem comes down to just above where the stockings clip and I fix the neckline of the shirt so one of my shoulders is bare. I turn to show Wyatt and he’s looking at me with something I can’t detect. Attraction, obviously, but this is something else I can’t explain.

  “Come here,” he says quietly.

  I step closer and he reaches out for my hand, pulling me to sit on his lap.

  “Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?” he asks, his thumbs running along my jaw as he cups my neck.

  “Do you think I’m beautiful?” I whisper.

  “The most beautiful,” he says without hesitation.

  “Then that’s all that matters,” I reply.

  His lips are tender, soft, but demanding and calling to a part of me that ignites when we’re together.

  It’s surreal to be going somewhere together, as Wyatt drives my truck. He holds my hand and rests our hands on my thigh, it causes a gut pulling reaction in me. Even more so when stopped at a light, he turns my head from facing the window to his lips, kissing me tenderly. It’s like a wrecking ball crashing into my doubts, moving through me like water, and I can’t stand by as an observer anymore. I want to free myself and give this man everything of me, be a participant in the ways he’s changing me. When we get to the Pink Lagoon, the parking lots packed as usual, and Wyatt interlaces our fingers as he escorts me to the door. We get in and I notice the bouncer, Spike, eyeing Wyatt, sizing him up.

  “Hey, how are you, Spike?” I ask, bring his attention to me.

  “Good, how you been beautiful?” he replies.

  Wyatt throws his arm over my shoulder.

  “Great,” I smile. “Later,” giving him a small wave.

  Wyatt and I enter the red lit hallway, the alpha pouring out of him.

  “Why didn’t you just pee on my leg?” I ask, looking up at him.

  “I don’t think I’m into that, but if you want,” he quirks a brow.

  I shake my head and we walk to the booth where Kat sits.

  “Hey, chicka.” Her green
dreadlocks are now fire engine red.

  “Hi, like the hair,” I tell her.

  But she’s too busy looking at Wyatt, admiring his attractiveness.

  I wonder if she would be interested in having sex with him, I want to find someone tonight who will. I figure since we have full access to my loft without prying parents, it makes sense to do it tonight. Wyatt doesn’t know that yet, but that’s what I meant when I told him that going out tonight would be worth his while. We enter the club and The Pixies “Debaser” fills the air, accompanied by the moody lighting. With Wyatt’s arm still around my shoulders, he leads us over to a free spot at the bar.

  “You want to go find a table?” he asks pulling me closer and speaking right against my ear.

  I shake my head. “How about you go find a seat, I’m pretty sure I can get us free drinks,” I offer.