Synopsis to come – This Wyatt and Tabitha’s story.
Author Note: So much of who Wyatt and Tabitha are as adults is because of what they were together when they were younger. I adore the innocence of their love as teenagers—So I thought a scene of the two of them at eighteen would be fun!
“Let’s talk ‘bout you and me instead. Are you going to prom with me?”
“Maybe I need to convince you.” Wyatt leaned down and buried his face in the curve of her neck. His breath was warm, his voice husky. “‘Cause I wanna take my girl to one dance before school’s done forever.”
His tongue darted out, licking at the tender skin behind her ear. The rush had Tabitha closing her eyes. She sagged against the door, but he held her there, his strong arms wrapping around her as he pressed, soft reverent kisses against her neck.
“Oh God.” She moaned, knowing he heard the defeat in her voice because he pushed in closer, forcing his powerful body tighter against hers. She threaded her fingers into his hair and held his head there. “Wy.”
“Tell me you’ll go to prom.”
She used her hold on his hair to tug him back instead; then she stood on her toes and tilted her head back in an offer he took. She gasped against his lips when he kissed her, hard and possessive, forcing her to part to him when his tongue pushed into her mouth. The pleasure felt like liquid fire that slipped into her veins like a drug.
She never understood her mother’s constant need for the next drink until Wyatt kissed her for the first time on the side of road at the start of ninth grade. Since then she’d been chasing the white dragon every chance she had, regardless of common sense that told her she was falling farther down a black hole that would ruin both of them when they hit bottom.
Her mother had Jack Daniels.
Her brother had drugs.
Tabitha had Wyatt Conner.
“I really should buy a pack of those things.” Wyatt panted when they finally parted for air.
Tabitha bit her lip rather than admit she’d gone to Doctor Philips three days after she’d turned eighteen and gotten herself on birth control pills. She stopped thinking when she was with him, and she was practical enough to recognize the day might come when they’d end up doing more than making out in the parking lot.
Heck, that day had come. The hickey he was bragging about earlier wasn’t on his neck.
“Wyatt,” she whispered when she saw he was waiting for an answer to a not so subtle question. “You should get a real girlfriend.”
“I couldn’t do that to some poor girl when I love you like I do. I couldn’t even think ‘bout doing something like that. It was different with you and Terry. It was just pretend. He needed you to cover for him as much you needed him, but with me it’d just be mean.” A frown marred his handsome face as he studied her quietly for one long moment. “You are my real girlfriend. Even if you won’t go to the prom with me.”
Tabitha reached up and ran a hand through his hair that she’d messed up in the heat of the moment. She savored the way the silky stands ran through her fingers as her heart hurt over the idea that Wyatt hadn’t once gone to a dance through four years of high school. It seemed so incredibly unfair to him.
“I think Terry will give me fifteen minutes.”
Wyatt’s smile was wide and pleased, and more than worth dealing with him pestering her every shift. He reached around her and grabbed the door handle.
“Let’s get in back,” Tabitha said before he could pull it open.
She told herself it was because the two of them were out in the open in the parking lot of Maple’s One Stop Shop, but the truth was it was ten at night and no one was there. She just wanted to feel all of Wyatt on top of her. He always parked in the darkened corner because this wasn’t the first time he’d pestered her into the parking lot. He did it nearly every shift.
Who said addictive behavior wasn’t genetic?
Wyatt grabbed her wrist with one hand, and used the other to tug at the neckline of his shirt. He pulled it over his head right there in the parking lot and then tossed it into the back of his truck before he undid the latch.
Tabitha experienced that drowning feeling again as she stared at his cut, muscular body. He was constantly fighting with his weight, but not for the reasons most did. He had to keep himself below weight class to fight in the boxing circuit he loved so much, and he was always five pounds or less away from heavy weight, but he ran ten miles a day and lived off pure protein because he refused to step into the ring professionally against Clay. It could’ve gone the other way. The two best friends were built the same, with massive shoulders and imposing height, but Wyatt had opted to struggle with keeping himself thinner because he said Clay had gone hungry enough for one lifetime.
And she wondered why she couldn’t stop herself from falling head over heels for the man?
She crawled into the truck without hesitation. There were blankets to help with the hardness of it. They were dusty and smelled distinctly of the outdoors, which, Tabitha was fairly sure, was a scent she’d associate with making out for the rest of her days.
“Come here.” Wyatt left the hatchback open and crawled to her on his hands and knees like a panther, making her breathless with anticipation. “Tabby cats on top.”
Tabitha screeched when he pulled her to him and rolled onto his back. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before he was fisting her long hair with both hands and pulling her lips back to his. She opened to him a second time, loving the way he took her mouth like it belonged to him. She swallowed his low groan. Her fingers dug into his bare shoulders. She straddled his hips, the material of her long, loose skirt pushing up to her thighs.
“I wanna get you off,” he groaned when he broke the kiss only to attack her neck. “I need to hear you before I spend all night sitting in front of that dispatch board.”
“Wy, no,” she moaned in complaint even if her body protested the argument. “I get all red and flushed when you do that.”
“I like you flushed.”
“Yeah, but I got to go back to work.”
“Leverage,” he reminded her, but her hazed mind barely heard it because his lips were drifting down to her collarbone. He snuck his hand between their straining bodies and started tugging down her shirt. “Seems like you got an unfair advantage here.”
“Forget it. I’m not taking off my shirt in the parking lot. You’ll have to arrest me for indecent exposure.”
“I got my shirt off.”
“You’ve always got your shirt off. Anyone with the ten bucks to see a circuit boxing match has seen what you have to offer.”
Considering the number of rabid groupies that went to those fights, yes, she was jealous as hell, but she wasn’t going to admit it.
About the Author
A freckle-faced redhead born and raised in Hawaii, Kele Moon has always been a bit of a sore thumb and has come to enjoy the novelty of it. She thrives on pushing the envelope and finding ways to make the impossible work in her story telling. With a mad passion for romance, she adores the art of falling in love. The only rules she believes in is that, in love, there are no rules and true love knows no bounds.
So obsessed is she with the beauty of romance and the novelty of creating it, she’s lost in her own wonder world most of the time. Thankfully she married her own dark, handsome, brooding hero who has infinite patience for her airy ways and attempts to keep her grounded. When she leaves her keys in the refrigerator or her cell phone in the oven, he’s usually there to save her from herself. The two of them now reside in Florida with their three beautiful children, who make their lives both fun and challenging in equal parts–they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Book 1 – Defying the Odds
Book 2 – Star Crossed