Find A Way Or Make One (7 page)

Wyatt, could sense my hesitation. “Darlin’, are you going to tell me that no one has ever feasted on the prettiest pussy God ever made? Well that is a damn crime, but I honestly can’t be all that mad. That just means I get to be the only one that has ever had the pleasure. And because of that, I am going to give you a little test of heaven on Earth.”

Using his tongue, Wyatt outlined my nether lips, from top to bottom;
then back up again. He then circled my clit with his tongue, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise. He continued this as a tension began building up, low in
my belly, until it felt like continuous electrical explosion erupted
between my legs. It was so powerful I had to close my eyes.

When the
explosions subsided, I felt Wyatt begin to kiss his way back up my body. When he got to my neck he kissed a path all the way to my ear that he began nibbling on. While he was doing that
I felt him reach for something on the night stand. When I heard
something rip, I realized that he had
brought a condom. Good thing one of us was thinking. I mean, I had been on birth control since I was fifteen, but I had never had sex without using a condom…willingly anyway.
After Toby got me out of the cabin, and I was taken to the hospital, I had had the complete range of tests, so I knew I was clean, but it was too early to think of children.

He positioned himself between my legs, and while he was still on his knees, I got a quick chance to take in his naked body before he lowered himself onto me, and the first thought that popped into my head immediately left my mouth. “It’s not going to fit!”

Wyatt threw his head back and let out a sharp laugh, “Oh it will fit, it will fit so, so, sooo
good.” He reached under me and grabbed my ass. Lifting me up, he thrust
into me and I swear I could feel my eyes pop out of my head.
I heard Wyatt saying something. It sounded like fuck, but I’m not for sure. After being still for a moment with his eyes closed, his eyes opened and he began a rhythm that soon had the tension once again tingling between my legs. As his thrust became more and more erratic, he reached down and stroked my clit. With one last thrust
, I felt his finger squeeze. As we both let out a scream,
his head fell on my shoulder.

I felt someone stumble into me. That was the only reason I was brought back to the present and did not lose myself in the memory of our first night together. After making sure that I had firmly regained my balance I quickly glance
up at Wy
att.
I force myself to steel my heart against his quirky half smile.
When it’s over it’s over. No take backs and NO SECOND CHANCES!
While I might act like I have my shit together, and most of the time I do; but I know that Wyatt Masters could completely unravel me. He has done it before, and I can’t let it happen again.

“Darlin’ Princess, there is so much I have to explain to you. Nothing you saw that night was real. Please believe me!”

Damn, sometimes it sucks being known for
having a forgiving heart! “Really? You weren’t out on a date with some
lady
that obviously fit in better with your social class? When you had told me that you had
night maneuvers
?”

Wyatt’s hand went up to rub his neck, followed by his scalp in a classic sign of frustration. “Damn Princess, yes that is what happened, but there is more to it than that! I
wa…”

Whatever Wyatt had been about to say was suddenly cut off by a sexy blond that wrapped her arms around Wyatt’s neck, and leaned into him. “Hey, Wyatt baby. I can’t believe you left me at the hotel! Oh well, we can have so much fun now. Let’s dance!”

“Shut the ever loving fuck up Sable! I told you this wasn’t going to happen, so give it a rest already!”

Wyatt jerk out of her arms and turned to me with a look of complete panic in his eyes. “Darlin’ Princess, please you’ve got to give me a chance to explain.
This isn’t what it looks like;
not at all!”
As start struggling with Wyatt to try to get him to let me go so I can leave, but he refuses to let go of my hands.

“Wyatt baby, I am going to go back to the hotel. I will let you make this up to me later.” And there goes blond tramp number two; exit stage left.

Well I had much better things to do
than sit here and listen to his complete and utter bullshit, only to have my heart trampled by him yet again. I turned to walk over to the stage steps, when Wyatt grabbed my arm. “
Darlin’ Princess, I know this looks bad but let me explain!”

“Answer one question; is she here with you; as in staying with you in your hotel room?”

All the color drains from Wyatt’s face. “Yes,
bu…”

Shaking my head,
I jerk my arm from his hand and head for the steps. “That is all the answer I need. As for the rest? Just save it. Because my dear, I don’t give a damn.” I leave him there, with my head hel
d high and my heart still intact
.

Too bad for seven years it hasn’t been in my possession.

7

“If it is to be, it is up to me”

William H. Johnsen

Wyatt

Dammit! Dammit to ever loving hell! Just when I finally get her alone, well relatively alone anyway, Sable has
to come and fuck it all up. I know she had been
hesitant to give me that time of day, but I could have at least planted a small seed of doubt in her mind about what happened.
But no, Sable had to come over, and screw
ed
up any chance I had. Ky
lee was pissed, and I don’t know how to get her to listen to me now.

I go to the bar to get a beer.
Shit, she quoted
Gone with the Wind
to me; not the movie, the book. But hell she had always be
en
quirky like that. I can still remember her telling me that
Gone with the Wind
was her favorite book, but not even Clark Gable could make her more than tolerate the movie.

Damn it where did she go? I quickly start scanning the club for her, but she is nowhere to be found. As I was walking to the door to leave, I hear some drunken English guys slur out an exclamation. “Shit! The girl on stage with the boys from
Jagged Pill
is one fine piece of arse! Holy Jesus, she plays guitar as good as she looks! If she can sing I am done!”

While there was no reason for me to think that the girl on stage was Kylee, I felt an eerie as hell sense of dread settle in my stomach. I turned around and headed back to the stage. Sure enough, Kylee in all her glory was up on stage, with a black and purple guitar strapped on, playing the opening guitar riff at the beginning of
Theory of a Dead Man
’s song,
Bad Girlfriend.
As I walk closer to the stage, my mind quickly reassesses the past. I can’t help but close my eyes and groan as I realize that the
friends
that Kylee had wanted me to meet that night were the members of
Jagged Pill
.
The mistakes of the past just keep piling up.

The lead singer for
Jagged Pill
, uses his hands to try to get the crowd to simmer down. “As you can see, tonight we have special guest joining us on stage. Kye is an old friend and let me tell you, she sings even better than she looks. We are going to slow it down a bit as she and I do a cover of
Picture
. Believe me when I say, you won’t be disappointed.”

When it gets to Kylee’s turn to
sing, I am blown away. My Darlin’ Princess
certainly has a rocking voice.
As I stand there staring at Kylee, lost in her sultry voice,
a big burly guy walks up to me. I am instantly on alert, but judging by the T-shirt that bares the
Jagged Pill
logo, I assume he is a bouncer or bodyguard. Trying to smooth over any faux pas that I may have committed, I turn around with a reassuring smile and my arms stretched out with my palms up. “Look man, I am sorry for whatever I have done; but, please let me stay. I have to talk to the girl on stage. I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

Cracking his knuckles, Gigantor
looks at me, and I swear he grins! “Dude, I don’t know who you are, and quite frankly I don’t give two shits about what you think you need to do.
You need to get your ass gone. You have just been 86’ed.”

Shit. Getting kicked out of the place where Kylee is
makes a bad night suck even more
. “What did I do?”

There is no affect on his face, but the lack of facial expression doesn’t dim the look of retribution in his dark eyes. “It has come to my attention that you just don’t belong near the band
or the friends of the band. You just don’t fit in.”

As he is escorting me to the door, I look around. I spot Cale, Ken, Sunny, Crow, and a guy that I assume is Chip at the bar, each with a lady clinging to their arm. They seemed completely unfazed by the ladies, if you can call them that, and are all staring intently
at me. A
smile touches Cale’s face and he raises his glass to me; the rest of the guys one by one do the same.

They know what happened between me an
d Kylee. They know
and they have drawn a firm line in the sand:
mess with her, and they will retaliate. Message received, loud and clear.

Yeah, I know where they stand, but they don’t know where I stand. I will get Kylee back. I have to, because
being without her another day is not an option. I will make it happen, like my mama always said;
if it is to be, it is up to me.
And Kylee is meant to be mine.

8

“
I am no stranger to pain. We have a long standing relationship
.”

Kye

Kye

Ethan and I wrapped up our last song. It was great seeing him and the guys again.
They only stopped by for a couple of hours, since they have to be in Amsterdam tomorrow for three shows, but it was still great to see them.
As I am hugging Ethan, he whispers in my ear, “You know, after tonight’s performance, which you totally rocked by the way, you won’t be able to keep Christien in the dark about yo
u being on this side of the Pond.”

I let out a long drawn out sigh. “Ethan I am not hiding from him. It would do no good if I did. At least once a year, he makes it his mission in life to find me and try to get me to take him back. Tonight won’t make any difference.”

Ethan’s face became suddenly somber. “Lovey,
he was a prick, but I know he truly loves you. He could be a good father to your boys and a good friend to you.”

As I looked up at Ethan, I had to roll my eyes. “Ethan I know he loves me, I love him too
in a way. I’m just not
in love
with him. I won’t take his chance to find that kind of happiness away, just because it will make my life easier.
He would only end up resenting me
and my boys.”

“Lovey, you are always looking out for everyone else. Who looks out for you? Well I guess your little soldier boys did a good job of looking out for you tonight,” Ethan laughs and shakes his head.

Instantly alert, my gaze becomes suddenly sharp, “What the bloody hell are you talking about?”

Ethan just shook his head. “The guys called me earlier
to make sure I would be here tonight. They also called to make sure that I would bring my biggest and roughest bodyguard tonight and gave me instructions for him. Bobby, that
behemoth over there, made sure that that your arsehole of an ex was told that he didn’t belong here
with our friends and us.
That he didn’t fit in.”

Shocked and mortified, I could only stare at Ethan as frustration and embarrassment painted my face with a rosy blush. What the hell had they been thinking? “What the bloody hell were they thinking? That is only going to keep me on his radar, and I honestly don’t think I can take anymore
of his asinine shit!”

“Calm down Lovey; one more ‘bloody hell’ and you will revert back to full blown Cockney, and you have been out of London long enough for that accent to be nothing more than an unpleasant memory by now.
They were just protecting you, while standing firmly in your corner. If I wasn’t so damn jaded, I would swear they were being right chivalrous.”

“Whatever Ethan!
You guys stay safe and I hope you all will come to see me in the States
.” After saying our goodbyes and promises to get together soon, I started to head to the front of the building to hail a cab. Sensing someone watching me, I whirled around only to get shocked by the face of a childhood friend I hadn’t seen since Rashid, Murad, and I left to go to Oxford eleven years ago.

“Yasser, I would have never guessed that I would see you here. Not that I am not glad, but it is quite a shock. What brings you to Morocco?”

Yasser looks anywhere and everywhere
but my face. Finally he looks
down at the ground
.
“I saw Rashid and Murad
the other day and they told me you were here. I know it has been a long time, but I have nowhere
else to go. I need your help
Prenses,
” he began.

Normally, hearing the old Turkish word for princess would have brought a smile to my lips.
Daddy
Samee had given me that nickname a long time ago and to this day he still called me
Prenses.
Now, after hearing Wyatt call me
Darlin’ Princess
, only to be shown yet again how little I mean to him, the nickname was at best bittersweet.

All I could do was try not to roll my eyes when I asked, “It is no problem Yasser. You know I will always do everything I can to help a
friend. What do you need?”