“Sure, thanks,” Wyatt answered, eyeing Mia with a frown.
“Cool.” Giles was completely oblivious to the tension in the room, happily grinning in typical Giles style. “We’re going clubbing tonight to welcome all the newbies, you included, so no skipping out!”
“I’ll add it to my calendar,” Wyatt promised with a wink, opening the door wider for Mia to exit. Giles went back to the group waiting next to the exit, and Mia walked past Wyatt with her head held high as if nothing about their interaction had affected her.
Despite her aloof attitude Mia knew they had crossed a line. She and Wyatt weren’t done yet, the only question was what happened next.
The Breaking Point
Wyatt
Wyatt was on edge.Things with Mia were escalating out of control on all fronts and his frustration was skyrocketing, in more ways than one. She challenged him at every turn, testing his patience and his determination. She was brilliant, so infuriatingly brilliant, and he was drawn like a moth to the flame when her eyes lit up with fiery excitement.
It was what happened behind closed doors that was derailing him, though. Mia wasn’t overtly seducing him, but when they were alone, she dropped some of her defiant attitude, making room for a delicate form of battle, one that left him burning and barely in control. Earlier today, he’d lost, and that was unacceptable.
Wyatt needed an outlet, and fast.
As if the universe had manifested his thoughts, as soon as he stepped onto the dance floor a redhead approached him, stepping into his path with an inviting smile. Wyatt smiled back, taking her hand and spinning her so her ass was pressed against his groin. She ground her curves into him, glancing to a spot in the distance as if she was performing for someone else.
Lost in the mass of bodies, her movements became even bolder as she pushed her ass more firmly against his hardening cock, hidden in plain sight by the blinding lights.
This worked for Wyatt, and he set about playing his part, putting up the pretense of seduction while she pretended to make him work for it. They knew how this exchange was going to end.
Operating on autopilot, Wyatt moved through the motions, still distracted by his earlier confrontation with Mia. The nameless redhead with the invitation in her eyes seemed more than willing to help him blow off some much needed steam.
Then she was dragging him to the bar, ordering shots from a sour looking bartender and pressing her breasts against his arm, running her fingers up his chest.
“What’s your name?” Wyatt asked, and the redhead smiled at him coyly before knocking back her shot.
“Does it really matter?” Wyatt supposed it really didn’t.
He tossed back his own drink and slammed the empty glass back on the bar. “Fair enough. Do you want to get out of here?”
“I have a better idea.” She took his hand and pulled him after her to the back of the club, past the toilets, and through a door that turned out to be a storage room with conveniently heighted tables.
Useful, Wyatt thought approvingly as she pulled him straight to a table in the middle of the room, hopped onto it with her back facing the door and slipped her underwear off. No prelude or too much expectation of foreplay, they both knew what this was.
He dropped his jeans and boxers, rolling on a condom before stepping between her thighs. Despite her no-nonsense attitude, he ran a finger over her slit, slowly heightening her arousal and teasing her clit while kissing her neck. Things wouldn’t go beyond whatever happened in this storage room, but Wyatt still wanted her to enjoy herself.
Once he felt she was ready, Wyatt positioned himself and slowly pushed into her. It felt good to distract himself, despite the requisite, almost fake sounds of pleasure she was making, but the blessed diversion was short lived.
Wyatt’s hips thrust forward as the redhead keened her approval of his storage room fucking methods.
“Oh,yes, that feels good,” she moaned. Wyatt grunted in approval, almost bored and starting to feel slightly guilty. She deserved better than a man who was more preoccupied with thoughts on how random hookups were pretty much the same no matter what continent he was on than on her soft and inviting body.
Pounding mechanically, Wyatt’s eyes wandered, landing on Mia peeking at them around the frame of the barely open door.
Their eyes locked and a reddish hue spread over Mia’s cheeks, her grip on the wooden frame tightened but she seemed rooted to the spot. Wildfire spread through his body, engulfing him with a burning need, and he grabbed the redhead’s thighs, slamming into her.
Mia’s eyes grew wide at the delighted shrieks now filling the small space, the flame blazing through the deep indigo mirroring the heat consuming him, and her thighs pressed together. Their gazes stayed locked as Wyatt continued to fuck another woman, barely registering when she climaxed. He kept up the hard pace of his thrusts as Mia’s eyes grew hazy, one hand white-knuckled on the wooden frame, the other covering her mouth to stifle the gasps, her hips rocking in small motions as she rubbed her thighs together.
“That’s it,” Wyatt gritted through his teeth. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
His hookup screamed as she was washed over by another orgasm, but all his focus was on Mia, nodding as her breath grew shorter. He waited until her eyes got that far off look before roaring his release, coming hard to Mia’s stifled moans.
“No one haseverfucked me like that,” the redhead purred, nuzzling his neck.
Wyatt smiled, still somewhat hazy, before turning his attention to carefully pull out of her. When he looked up, Mia was gone.