Kele Moon - Crossing the line

“What are you looking at?” she asked with a giggle.

“I’m looking at you,” he countered with a smile. “Come sit on me, pretty girl.”

“Subtle.” She laughed harder but did as told and straddled him again, this time taking her time to slide down his cock when she did it. She took him in slowly, letting her head fall back as the pleasure of being stretched and full washed over her. “Oh, Wyatt.”

Wyatt grabbed her waist and arched his hips up at the same time, taking her the rest of the way with a hard thrust that made her gasp. She had been so tense since they’d gotten back from Chicago, but it all evaporated away to a misty memory as she started moving over him.

She leaned over him and placed her hand on the pillow by his head. He used his hold on her hips to guide the slow, lazy thrusts in and out until they were both breathless and moaning into each other’s mouths when Tabitha leaned down and started kissing him.

More often than not, their sexual escapades were wild and frantic. They were short on time. Wyatt was pumped from a fight. Tabitha was stressed from her mother. There were a million reasons why they would come together in a clash of rambunctious pleasure to escape.

But slow was nice too.

Tabitha came twice before Wyatt groaned under her. She opened her eyes, watching as his head jerked back against the pillow, exposing the tight, corded muscles of his neck. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as his hips jerked up in a distinctive rhythm.

When he grunted, “Tabby,” she felt it all the way down to the core of her being.

She loved this man so much it was hard to wrap her mind around most of the time.

Then it was over, and Tabitha fell over him. She stroked his hair and just lay there connected with him. It was such a peaceful, beautiful moment Tabitha wished they could just stay in his room forever and hide from the world.

“You wanna do it again?” Wyatt asked after several long minutes.

Tabitha lifted her head and smiled at him. “Sure.”

Tabitha’s car was in the shop, but the repairs were so expensive she had been procrastinating on picking it up. Wyatt said he’d buy her a new one, but if they were really going to buy a house, she thought that might be a waste.

She had lots of money saved. She just got nervous when she had to spend it. The thought of handing fifteen hundred dollars over to that mechanic was making Tabitha break out in a sweat, even if rationally she knew she had enough.

She wasn’t going to starve. She could pay for the dang car.

This was the internal conversation she was having with herself as she worked on her final closing duties for Maple’s before Terry drove her home.

“Come on, girlie. This place is clean,” Terry said as he walked out from the back. “You keep rubbing at those lottery displays, and there won’t be any glass left.”

“Fingerprints.” Tabitha leaned down and sprayed at the bottom corner where some child had left their mark.

“Nope.” Terry stopped in front of her and then leaned down to grab her arm. “Put the bottle down, or I’m going to have to initiate an intervention. You’re the biggest neat freak I’ve seen in all my days.”

“Fine.” Tabitha broke out of his hold and unlatched the lottery counter door to put the cleaning supplies away.

She saw the cigarettes were out of order and turned to fix them, but Terry slammed his hand down on the glass. “It’s eleven o’clock. Hal’s waiting for me.”

“I just cleaned that,” she snapped at him.

“You need help.” He laughed. “I’m gay, and I’m telling you that you’re too damn neat. That’s a problem.”

Tabitha held up her hands and then let it be because she knew she probably had a problem where that was concerned, but if Terry had grown up in the house she had, he’d like things nice and orderly too.

She picked up her purse and slipped it over her shoulder. “Thanks for the ride. I’m going to pick up my car tomorrow.”

“You’ve been saying that since before you left for Chicago.” Terry looked at her in concern when they started toward the back. “Do you need money?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m getting it tomorrow. I promise.”

“If you say so,” Terry said in disbelief as he reached into his pocket for his keys.

They stopped at the alarm, and he set it. Then they made the quick dash for the back door. Tabitha gasped when they stepped into the night air. Wyatt was leaning against his patrol car, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing his uniform, but his hat must’ve have been tossed into the passenger seat.

“What the heck—” she started with a smile.

“I reckoned I could save Terry a trip and give my wife a ride.” Wyatt shrugged as he smiled back at her. “I’m on break.”

“Well, okay.” Tabitha shrugged as she turned back to Terry. “Guess you’re getting to Hal faster than planned.”

“Works for me.” Terry shook his head as he looked over to Wyatt. “I surely can’t believe you two got married in Chicago. I bet Jules lost her mind missing it like she did.”

“Nah, she was fine with it.” Wyatt beckoned Tabitha over. “Come on. Y’all took longer than I planned. I need to get back to work.”

“Talk to your wife ’bout her cleaning problem,” Terry said as he walked over to his car. “I’m staying the night at Hal’s place. Call me if you need a ride.”

“Thanks.” Tabitha practically skipped over to Wyatt.

Seeing him after work was a nice surprise, and she stood on her toes to give him a kiss when she got to him. “This was sweet of you.”

“You need a car.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “I’m heading over to Kennedy’s place tomorrow and paying for you to get it back.”

“No, I’m doing it. I have the money, Wyatt.” She walked around to the other side of the car. “I’m just being stingy.”

“What’s mine is yours.” Wyatt got into the driver’s side and then unlocked her door. “You need to start getting used to it.”

“I’m working on it.” She got in and pulled the door closed. She tossed her purse on the floor next to his hat and then buckled her seat belt. “How’s work tonight?”

“Slow.” Wyatt started the car and backed up. “Too slow. Never a good sign. When it gets this slow, that means something’s ’bout to go down.”

“Yeah? What’s that? Cop superstition?”

“Just makes me nervous. If something’s too good to be true, it usually is.” Wyatt always drove really fast, and Tabitha noticed the police cruiser exacerbated the problem. He tore out of the parking lot as he said, “I need to get back. I don’t like my dad out in the field by himself. He’s supposed to stay behind his desk doing sheriff things and leave the grunt work to us deputies.”

“He ain’t ever stayed behind that desk.” Tabitha laughed. “Ask anyone in Garnet who broke a law in the past decade.”

“I know.” Wyatt sighed. “Stubborn bastard.”

Tabitha gave him a knowing look. “You love him.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

With Wyatt driving, they got to Tabitha’s road really fast. “Oh, stop here,” she said when he turned down it. “I’ll walk.”

“At eleven at night?” Wyatt gave her a look. “No.”

“It’s not that far. I’ll be fine.”

“Tabitha, no, I can drive you to the door.”

“But, you can’t—”

Wyatt slammed on the brakes so hard Tabitha was suddenly glad she took the time to put her belt on. She put her hands on the dashboard and looked at him in shock.

“You haven’t told her yet?” Wyatt barked, his light eyes wide in fury.

“I said I needed a few days!”

“Tonight. Now.” Wyatt gestured to the road. “I’ll drive to your house, and we’ll both go in there and tell her before I go back to work.”

“No,” Tabitha said with determination. “I’m not ready.”

Wyatt threw the car into park, which Tabitha knew was a bad sign. Then he leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. “Tab, I have tried to be understanding.”

“No, you haven’t,” she argued. “It’s been three days since Chicago. I’m not like you. I can’t just shout it at my family and expect them to get over it. I need a little time. You have to see that about me and understand it. Please. I’m begging you not to turn this into an issue.”

“It’s an issue,” Wyatt assured her with a glare. “A huge fucking issue. If you don’t let me go in there and tell her, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” She laughed in disbelief. “What are you going to do, divorce me? You asked me to marry you rashly, and I agreed because I want to be with you. I’m just pleading for some time to handle my mother. That’s it, and then we can go and live in whatever house you wanna live in and—”

Wyatt ran a hand through his hair and dropped his head back against the seat. “Tabitha, I love you, but you have to know you’ve got a few things you have to find a way to deal with. Being totally codependent is one of them.”

“Hello!” She laughed again. “You ain’t perfect, Wyatt. You have the worst temper and—”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to marry me then!”

“I didn’t say that. I’m saying that no one’s perfect. I love you for who you are. Why can’t you do the same for me? I’m trying.”

“Just get out, then.” Wyatt gestured to the door. “You wanna walk in the dark for a half mile, fine, do it. I’m sick of trying to help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves. You know, my father’s right. You are your mother, and I’m the only blind asshole who doesn’t see it.”

Tabitha pulled back. Her eyes filled with tears before she could even find the words to express her absolute horror at the insult. She couldn’t even breathe past the hurt. Desperate for air she fumbled for the handle and opened it. She picked up her purse and stepped out of the car, all the while waiting for Wyatt to say sorry. Her mind just couldn’t accept that he would say something so terrible and not immediately apologize for cutting her that deeply.