Now that Wyatt, Rylin, and I are going to be traveling together. His parents took their rig back home after they got everything they needed out of it. I fixed up the bedroom and put sheets and towels in the cabinet near the bathroom.
I put the dishes up and plopped down on the couch. Wyatt came in and pulled his boots off. He sat down beside me and fell onto my lap. When I tried to move, he bit my thigh. "Don't you dare move." He mumbled.
I started playing with his hair, making him groan. "Keep doing that. It feels good." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Cass." I looked down at him.
"Yes?" I asked. Would you do me the honor of making it official and be my girlfriend?" He asked.
Kissimmee, Florida
I woke up with Wyatt spooning me. This is not how we went to bed last night. I tried to sit up, but he kept me down. Deciding to just go back to sleep, I curled up closer to him.
He tightened his hold, making sure I won't leave. I rolled over and put my legs over his. He partially growled and pulled me closer. Then there was a pounding at the door. I jumped up and looked out the window.
"Rylin, don't you dare open that door," I yelled. She came in and I told her to try to wake her cousin up. She jumped and slammed her body on his. He groaned and rolled onto his back, putting a pillow over his head.
I pulled on a pair of jeans as the person continued to pound on the door. I exited the bedroom and walked to the door. Before I could open it, Rylin raced to the other side of me.
"He's mad." She whispered. He stalked in with a look of displeasure on his face. "How many times do I have to tell you not to jump on me when I'm lying on my back?" He asked her.
I understood perfectly what happened. The pounding continued. Wyatt went to the door and flung it open. "What do you want?" He asked angrily. I peeked around him, seeing Ryan there.
"All I want to do is talk to Cassidy, then I'll be on my way." He told Wyatt. "Never make Wyatt mad in the morning. He's more dangerous than a drunk man." Rylin told me.
"She doesn't want to talk to you about anything." Wyatt spat. "Just for one second?" Ryan asked. "No, and if you don't leave now, I will personally kick your ass out of the way." Wyatt continued.
Ryan didn't budge. Then Wyatt stepped down out of the doorway. "I'd start walking now before I tear you a new one." He warned Ryan. Ryan turned and walked away.
Wyatt came back in and went back to the bedroom. I followed him back, finding him under the covers. I climbed back into the bed with him and straddled him. Then I lay down on his back.
"That hurts." He grumbled. "Where at?" I asked him. "My fucking dick." He replied. I kissed his cheek moving to his neck. "That doesn't work this morning sweet pea." He told me. I scooted up off that general area.
"If you roll onto your back it won't hurt as much." I told him. "Would you get me some ice?" He asked. "That bad?" I asked. He nodded.
I kissed his cheek before getting off him and going into the kitchen. I fixed an ice pack and took it back. He gladly took it and put it where it was needed.
He sighed and laid flat. I got back up on the bed and laid down next to him. "Feel better?" I asked. He put an arm around me and used the other to hold the ice in place.
"In about an hour or so." He replied. I moved a leg between his and held the ice there so he could have both arms around me. "Don't ever let Ry wake me up again." He added.
"I won't. Unless it's an emergency." I told him. He sighed again. "Let's get up and eat." I said. "Still sore sweet pea." He complained. I kissed him.
He put both arms around me kissing me on my lips. He pulled me onto him and deepened the kiss. His tongue traced my lips.
I wiggled against him. He held me closer. "I wouldn't sweet pea. I'd wait until after we're married." He warned. I smiled now knowing he would marry me.