Page 86 of Every Little Thing

Chapter Twenty-Four

Piper

“Smack That” by Akon spills out of the studio’s speaker system and I growl as I lean back in my chair and study the photo I’ve been working on for the last hour. Normally, it wouldn’t take me this long to edit a photo but I’m distracted today. My gaze drifts to my purse sitting on the desk where the pistol Wyatt gave me a couple of nights ago is hidden and I sigh. Honestly, I’m not even sure what is making me pre-occupied tonight but every time I try to focus on the task at hand, my mind wanders to the other night when Wyatt brought me dinner, drove me down to the river, and taught me how to shoot. Closing my eyes, I remember the way he stepped up behind me and wrapped his hands around mine, showing how to properly hold the pistol and a shiver works its way down my spine.

God, I’m hopeless lately.

It seems like all I can think about is screwing my husband every which way and it doesn’t matter that he was inside me this morning as I woke up because I want it again. The memory of him whispering instructions in my ear makes my pussy clench with need and I shake my head as I lean forward and try to focus on the photo again. More than anything, I would like to just call it a night and head home but if I don’t get these photos finished up, I’ll be behind and I hate that.

As I start fixing something in the background, my gaze flicks to my bag again and I grit my teeth as I lean back in my chair. My mind drifts to that night again, remembering the way we came together in his truck and I smile. God, I love that man. Life would be so good right now if it wasn’t for this stupid threat hanging over our heads. When Wyatt was showing me how to hold and shoot the gun, I thought I was going to hate it but it ended up being pretty fun and I do feel a little more secure now that I have something to protect myself.

Not that it seems to have helped Wyatt.

He’s just as high-strung as ever and I have no clue how to help him. He won’t talk to me about it but I know he’s still worried, so worried that he’s barely eating and not sleeping well at all. Not once has he gotten out of bed in the middle of the night but several times I’ve woken up to get a drink of water or pee and found him wide awake next to me. The guys still haven’t found any new evidence and I feel like it’s slowly driving them all crazy and so fucking overprotective that us girls can hardly breathe.

Tate and I finally grabbed lunch yesterday but Wyatt and Kodiak were lurking at a table not too far from ours the entire time so it was hard to really talk about anything. In fact, she spent a good amount of time roasting her husband, loud enough for him to hear and telling him she was going to tase him if he didn’t back off. He just grinned at her, though and I’m starting to think it’s some kind of foreplay for those two but who am I to judge?

To each their own and all that.

I turn back to my computer and tell myself that I’m going to buckle down but I don’t even get one thing done before my gaze drifts to the bouquet of a dozen calla lilies on the counter. They are my absolute favorite and I couldn’t believe it when the delivery man dropped them off today. Even in Wyatt’s stressed out state, he’s still thinking of me and it honestly means everything. I know enough from the few dating mishaps I had while trying to move on and Eden’s exploits to know that men like Wyatt don’t come along very often and I know how lucky I am to have him. Still, I wish there was something I could do to ease this burden off of his shoulder but I think the only thing that will make it better will be catching this guy and removing the threat from all of our lives.

He’s taken all this on, feels responsible for the state of everyone’s safety and as much as I wish he could see that it is not all on him, I love how much he cares. Seeing him like this shows me that he is going to be an amazing daddy once we get pregnant and I smile as I glance down at my belly, wondering if there is a little peanut in there already. Everything I have read says that it takes time and to just enjoy the process but Wyatt and I both want this so badly that it feels like it’s taking forever. Not that I’ll ever complain about a little quality time with my man.

Turning back to the computer, I sigh and shake my head as I scoop my phone off of the desk. I’m not going to get anymore done today and there is no point sitting here all night when I could be spending time with my husband. I dial his number and lean back in my chair as I press the phone to my ear.

“Hey, baby,” he answers and I smile, the sound of his voice soothing all the frayed ends that a long day left in me.

“Hi. I think I’m ready to head home now.”

He laughs. “That’s good since I’m on my way to the studio now to drag you out if I have to.”

“No dragging required.”

“Good. How was your day?”

I spin back to the computer to save the edits I already made to this photo. “Long and I keep getting distracted.”

“By what?”

“Oh,” I murmur, grinning to myself. “Just thoughts of you and how I can convince you to reenact this morning.”

He barks out a laugh. “Baby, all you gotta do is ask… no, wait… that’s not true. All you gotta do is look at me.”

“You’re so easy,” I tease and he laughs again. It’s a glorious sound and one I haven’t heard a whole lot this past week so I close my eyes to soak it in.

“Maybe you’re the easy one. Did you ever consider that?”

I shake my head. “Never. Maybe you did some like voodoo on me or something to make me extra horny.”

“You caught me,” he practically groans. “And don’t say the word horny when I’m still two blocks away and can’t do anything about it.”

There is a fluttery feeling in my belly as I lean back in my chair and press my hand to my chest. “God, baby… I’m so horny…”

“Woman!”

“You’d better hurry. I need you, Wyatt,” I moan, dragging my hand across my skin and teasing myself as much as I’m teasing him. His growl on the other end of the line makes goose bumps race across my flesh and the bed in the studio that Eden and I use for boudoir sessions pops into my mind.

“Open the door.”