Find A Way Or Make One (6 page)

“Uh, hello? I lost the bet. I had to dress this way, remember?” Now I was starting to get pissed.

“Shit Kye. We’re sorry. I don’t know about the rest of the guys, but I completely forgot that you lost today. I mean you never lose!” Cale
looked contrite, but I was still a little miffed and a tad embarrassed. H
e is right. I never lose. Damm
it! That makes me think of why I lost and I have to start saying my personal litany in my head again.
When it’s over it’s over. No take backs and NO SECOND CHANCES! When it’s over it’s over. No take backs and NO SECOND CHANCES…!”

Ken
cleared his throat to get my attention. “
Uhmm, Kye? I think you look great tonight.
You will knock
EVERYONE straight on their ass!” As Ken said this, he was taking the time to stare first Cale, Sunny, Crow and Chip in the eye. There was some type of message he was relaying, some little bit of information he was sharing with everyone; Just not me.

Each of them gave me a cursory once over, like they would a bomb about to blow. Cale gave a sharp nod of his head and put his arm around me.
“You know Ken, I think you are right. Damn, this is going to be one hell of a night!”

“Yeah Cale, Ken
is right. Don’t mean I have to like this shit though. All these guys are looking at her like she is an oasis in a desert.”
Crow said as he chugged his beer down in one quick gulp.

Sunny shook his head as he got up from the bar stool he was sitting on. “Little girl it is time for your surprise. Let’s go up to the stage, the band is getting ready to play, and something tells me that you might like them.”

“Well, hell guys. Why didn’t you say so? You know that I love music.” We were laughing about some of the
guys we were training as we made our way to the stage. I let out an overly girly laugh as I saw who was on the Stage. “Ethan! Mitch! Chris! Tucker! I haven’t seen you guys in forever. Why didn’t you tell me you would be in Morocco?”

“Well Lovey, we didn’t really know exactly where on the tour we would be, but the last time I Face-Timed with Seamus, he said that you all would be spending about a month in Morocco, I called Cale to get the dates down, and Voila! Here we are!”

God, it was so good to see them! I still remembered all the late nights they
spent with all of us at the pub down from the townhouse my brothers and I lived in during our days at Oxford. The place had always been filled with our friends, and the members of
Jagged Pill
had definitely
been that.
Rashid and Murad aren’t technically my brothers, but they have been my brothers in heart since I was two years old.

When I was two years old, my mother and I had been in D.C. while my…sperm donor had been doing, well whatever it was he did when we were out of town. Mom’s uncle that lived in D.C. had brain cancer, and wasn’t expected to live very long
, so she wanted to see him one more time before he passed.

I was only two, so of course I don’t remember any of it, but Mom said it was pretty rough seeing him like that. After we had seen him one day, Mom took me to the Washington Mall so I could run and play outdoors. While we were there, I noticed two boys, twins, a
year or two older than me. As I started to approach them to ask if they wanted to play tag, two big burly men wearing robes came rushing over to sto
p me from talking to them. Being the stubborn individual that I have always been, I refused.

Stomping my foot I started screaming, “I wanna pay wif ‘em
. I
wanna pay wif’em.” While, Mom was trying to make
the men understand that I meant no harm, a big dark skinned man came over and hunched down, smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to play with his sons. When I nodded, he got up and said something to the two men and went to talk to my mother.

I was later told that the man, Sameer, offered my mother $1,000,000 to let him take me home and raise me as his own. He had no daughters; and had decided that I would make a grea
t one. Mom turned him down but continued to bring me to the Mall every day at the same time so that I could play with Rashid and
Murad
. When Mom and I
had to return to Hiawassee, Mom gave him our
contact information so that I could possibly keep in touch with the boys. We never heard from them, so Mom figured that was that, but come to find out the story didn’t end there.

When Mom divorced three years later, she was rummaging through some papers and found that three or four letters from Sameer that the donor had never given her. Mom wrote back to him and explained the situation and Sameer sent tickets to come visit him and his family.
Throughout my childhood I spent a month each summer in Yemen, and would go to see Sameer and his sons in D. C. if they were there.

Sameer was a Bani Ark sheikh in Yemen
. His first wife had died leaving him with six sons but no daughters.
While I came to consider each of Sameer’s sons my brothers, I am closest to Rashid and Murad. When it all went to hell with Travis, the boy I dated in high school, it was Rashid and Murad that came to
get me and took me and my mom back to Yemen. A year later,
Mom married Daddy Samee and Rashid, Murad and I went to study at Oxford.

While we were in school, we formed a tight bond with about ten other students.
Since we all were all from prestigious backgrounds (or in my case been adopted by those with prestigious backgrounds), and were known to do some crazy things, we became known as the RRP, or Royal Rat Pack. We had a lot of fun, and Ethan
, Mitch, Chris, and Tucker were there through it all. Hell, they were even with us when we decided to get RRP tattoos.
Since Daddy Samee had called me
princess for as long as I could remember, I was the princess of the pack so I got a dainty little princess tiara on my lower left back.
Getting a tattoo there covered the scar that I had gotten when my ex Travis decided to sale me
to Zandoville in order to cover the debt that he had accrued. Being able to get that scar covered had meant a lot to me.

Yeah, the guys from
Jagged Pill
had been there for a lot of good times, so you could definitely say that I was happy to see them.
Eth
an looked at me and grinned. “So L
ovey, are you going to sing a few with us tonight? You know it’s been ages since you jammed with us.”

I laughed and hugged him again, “Ok, sure. Just let me listen a bit first ok? It has been a while since I have played out in public.”

Ethan shook his head then kissed my forehead. “I will hold you to it Lovey.”

I looked at Cale, Crow, Sunny, Chip, and Ken. “You guys are the best,” I screamed as I rushed to them for a group hug.

“We keep telling you that, but you don’t believe us.” Crow said as he hugged me and then he and the others went off to find some entertainment of the female variety for the evening.
When we went out, the guys and I had an understanding; they do them and I do me. That way they could
pursue whatever woman caught their eye without feeling guilty, and I didn’t feel like I was keeping them from anything. Sometimes it can be tricky being friends with guys, but for the most part I think we have worked it out.

I make my way to the front of the stage and start to lose myself in the music. Making my mind up, I turn to walk to the steps and I run in to an over six feet tall solid mass of muscle.
Instinctively I recognize Wyatt.
I would recognize him anywhere.

Taking a deep breath to steel myself to the impact of being near him again, I slowly raise my eyes. The piercing silver ones that stare back at me cause my breath to quicken and my heart to flutter. Damn, I can’t let this happen again. It almost killed me last time, and I have others that depend on me now.

After staring at me for a moment that seemed to stretch on for days,
Wyatt finally spoke. “You always did love music. I remember the first concert we ever went
to. Well, the concert really is a blur, but what happened after has been seared into my brain.”

Oh God! Please don’t bring that night up! It is hard enough to not fall at this man’s feet and beg him for whatever crumbs of affection he can give me; I don’t know if I can relive our first night together and stay sane.

“I had a fantastic time tonight Wyatt. The band was really
great. I mean the rhythm of their songs made each one seem to flow into the next, and the soloist’s voice was so deep and smooth. They absolutely
rock!” Shit, I know that I am
talking way too much, but I just can’t help it! It was either that or I was going to steal Meg Ryan’s lines from
Top Gun
. ‘Take me to bed or lose me forever!’ I don’t know what but this man has the almost magnetic pull that tugs at me, body and soul. He hasn’t said anything since I finally stopped jabbering on about the band tonight. I stare at his chest, too
afraid of what I might find there
to look him in the eyes. After a few seconds that seem like forever, I feel a
callused hand softly trail down my cheek until one finger is under my chin, where it slowly raises it until I have no choice but to look him in the eye.

The intensity in his gaze causes me to catch my breath. Wyatt slowly leans down until his lips almost brush my
ear to reply, “I am glad you had a good time tonight Kylee. I will have to take your word for it that the band was good, because honestly? Anything that didn’t have to do with you; your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your body, was a complete blur to me.
You totally eclipsed anyone and everything else tonight.”
He started kissing down my jaw until he got to my chin. With little nibbles he slowly makes his way to my lips. The kiss that follo
ws is completely consuming; demanded possession of my soul.

Because of the differences in height, Wyatt has to pull me up to reach his lips. As if possessed, my arms wrap around his neck and my legs
wrap around his waist. Wyatt moves until my back is pressed up against the door to my
apartment
and his hands move down my back to grab on to my ass.

Once I was securely held up between Wyatt and the door, his right hand began moving to my left hip under my sweater, then up my rib cage until his fingers were brushing the underside of my breast. A sharp tingle ran up and down my body as Wyatt started massaging small circles in the underside of my breast, causing a small gasp to escape my lips.

“Darlin’ I am not going to push. But if you want me to stop, you better tell me to leave now, cause if you don’t we will be taking this little foray to more private and less conspicuous surroundings.
So darlin’, what is it to be?”

Biting my lip,
I took a deep breath. As I looked up, his silver gaze took control of my eyes, and I swear it was like he was looking into my soul. There were a million reasons why it would be a bad idea; and that would probably prove
to be a vast understatement. But as I looked into his eyes, there was no way that I could have told him to leave.

Taking a deep breath, I quirked one side of my mouth up into a half smile. “My keys are in my right front pocket.”

Wyatt let out a deep breath. “Darlin’ you have just saved my sanity. Now let’s get those damn keys and get inside.”
As he groped my pocket for my keys, little pulses of shivers ran up my side. Oh my God. I was really going to do this. But somehow I didn’t feel any hesitation; no need to stop and get my bearings. No the only thing I felt was inevitability. Like I was finally giving in to something as meant to be as the coming tide or the sun rising in the East or setting in the West.

Once we got into me apartment, Wyatt headed down the hallway that led to my bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom, Wyatt walked to the foot of the bed, where he then threw me down. As he looked down on me, I could see the fire burning in his eyes. As he lowered himself down on top of me, he raised my upper body
enough so that my sweater was quickly discarded as he pushed it up and off my body.

“My God darlin
’, you are beautiful. I don’t believe I have ever looked at anything more exquisite than you.” As he said this he began rocking his body into mine; his erection grinding into my core.

As we kissed, I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt until they were finally undone. My hands ran up his torso until they
meet with the hair on his chest. “
Hmmmm, you
feel so good Wyatt.” I
moved back down his chest and then came back up again. If something more didn’t happen soon, I was going to explode.

Wyatt stopped kissing me long enough to rise
up and softly brush my hair out of my face. With a quick kiss on my nose,
he slowly stood up. I offered immediate protest by wrapping my legs around his waist. “Darlin’, this will be a lot more fun if I get my jeans off and the rest of your clothe
s take a hike as well.”

Understanding his intent, I quickly released him. While he was pushing his jeans off his body, I made quick work of my bra and thong. When he saw my thong go flying through
the air, he cursed softly. “Next time I am going to t
ake my time and unwrap you slowly like the present you are.
But right now, if it took any more time, I would combust into a heap of ashes.”

The words he was saying as a whole made no sense to me; I was too far gone. The words that did resonate with me were
next time.
Those words filled my heart with warmth.
As he lay
back down, he kissed my lips passionately. He then rose up a little and began kissing his way down my body. When his lips reached my belly button, I tensed up immediately. I had only been with Travis,
and he had never wanted to be on the giving end of anything like this.