Free Brothers Black: Wyatt the Heartbreaker by Blue Saffire

I’d prefer if you were sober for this.”
    Heck, those words are sobering me up right now. I look up into his golden eyes, and I see nothing, but heat and desire. I can’t believe that look is for me. I don’t care how many times I have protested to Heather that I don’t want this man. That is an outright lie. I have always wanted Wyatt.
    I wish I hadn’t had so much to drink. It was sort of stupid of me to drink so much. I need to be alert. Another reason I know I am tipsy, I should have landed that slap to Wyatt’s face.
    “Nellie, Nellie, Nellie,” Wyatt nuzzles my neck pulling me from my drunken wayward thoughts. My body is buzzing from more than the alcohol, as Wyatt sucks the sensitive skin on my neck into his mouth.
    I moan and cling to his crisp black t-shirt as he sets me down on my feet. I really am sobering up. When I look up into his eyes, this time, I have questions in mine. Is this just another one night stand for him? Will we still have the friendship we started if we start to take this in a new direction? Will I disappoint him if I give myself to him?
    “Stop thinking so much,” he says with a smile. He turns to the bar and orders two bottles of water. When he pays for them and collects the bottles, he turns to me as he opens one, handing it over to me. “Drink up.”
    I take the water and start to sip at it as he watches me. For the first time, I really take him in. He is in a pair of blue jeans that are hanging low around his slim waist and a black t-shirt that is showing off his tightly muscled torso, over that he is wearing a light weight grey blazer.
    My eyes travel back up his body, and I find him watching me as well. I chug the water out of nervousness now that I am sobering up. Wyatt reaches for the empty bottle and hands me the next one.
    I take it, but tip my head to the side. He gives me a wolfish smirk and steps in closer to me. Wyatt brushes my bangs out of my eyes before reaching to cup my neck and drawing me into him; his lips are on mine once again, and I am pure putty in his hands.
    He sucks and nips at my bottom lip before his tongue dives into my mouth. I can taste the sweetness from the beer he was drinking. I can tell you right now if this is what kissing Wyatt is always like I don’t stand a chance.
    When his fingers lock in the nape of my hair, we both groan. The water in my hand is all but forgotten. I reach for his t-shirt with my free hand and pull him closer to me, but he breaks the kiss, much to my frustration. I whimper in disappointment.
    “Drink up,” he says to me with the same panty-melting smile.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
    Wyatt
    My better judgment knows I should be taking things slow with Nellie, but when she jumped into my arms, I was done for. It felt right, like where she belongs. I had to taste her lips. They were taunting me.
    Nellie tastes like candy, so much better than I ever dreamed. I really hadn’t planned to kiss her; the plan was to just get her to come dance with me. I knew I was going to get a reaction out of slapping her ass; I just didn’t expect the one I got when she realized it was me.
    Seeing that initial fire in her eyes and getting an up close look at her lush lips painted a glossy deep red, short-circuited my brain. Not to mention the feel of her body in my arms had me not wanting to ever let her go. I have watched her hug my brothers plenty of times, but she has always been wary of showing that type of affection toward me.
    When she went in for that hug, I sopped it up like water to dry land. The feel of her body molding to mine and my arms molding around her body…it just left me wanting more. My brain fizzes out whenever she is close by so you can imagine what having her in my arms felt like.
    I don’t want her thinking she has made a mistake in the light of day, so I plan to get her sobered up. I watch her closely as she drinks the second bottle of water. I am fighting within to keep my hands off of her, but