Chapter 125

Bri

Wyatt and I slept from afternoon, to deep into the night rousing only with Oh Henry’s call to the rising dawn. Wyatt had insisted on “Breakfast” in bed. I gripped his sandy locks as he worked and devoured me into a limp, panting, mess. He chuckled from between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine, as he licked his lips. His fingers trailed over my still trembling thighs as he watched me.

“I'm going to go make you some coffee and then I'll get breakfast sorted,” He said, sitting up before getting out of bed and pulling on his pants, forgoing the shirt. All I could manage in my hazy satisfaction was a “mmmhmm,” in agreement. I tucked the sheets over my lower half and enjoyed the warmth of the rising sun on my face and chest. A Barred owl called from somewhere nearby and I found myself reaching out looking for anything amiss. Finding none, I picked up the book on the nightstand. It was one of my father’s. It was time to get serious, to put the pieces together of what Mother Dearest had i