Chapter 8 Morning after

Hazel-Rose

I got woken by the smell of bacon and the very dry taste in my mouth. God, I was hungover. Why could I smell bacon, though? I slowly sat up and looked around. Yes, I was in my house, but my bedsheets smell of aftershave which means a man has been in my bed. I closed my eyes, thinking for a moment and realised who the aftershave belonged too and who was possible in my kitchen. Wyatt. I called him last night, or should I say in the early hours of this morning. Oops! I can't believe he came and picked me up at that time in the morning. Bless him! I pulled the covers off me and stumbled to my feet. He must have helped me get changed last night.

I groaned, feeling slightly dizzy. Oh wow, I was going to be rough today. This will be great for my first date with Wyatt. Maybe I should reschedule, or maybe after dealing with my drunken ass last night, he has changed his mind. I dragged myself through to the kitchen.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Wyatt replied, looking over his shoulder at me, "You feeling rough?" He added.

I nodded, going to sit at the breakfast bar and rested my head on my arms, whining. Wyatt chuckles, and this made me look up at glare at him.

"Not funny," I huffed.

"Sorry, sweetness," He said, "This will make you feel better," He added.

He sat a plate with bacon, eggs and toast in front of me, along with black coffee and fresh orange juice.

"Thank you," I smiled, "You have been my hero recently," I added.

I downed the glass of orange juice to try and help the dry mouth before tucking into my food. Wyatt joined me with a plate from himself. He must have gone out and bought all this because I didn't have half of these items in my house.

"I thought you didn't need a night in shining armour," He smirked.

"Shut up and eat your breakfast," I laughed.

"Yes, ma'am," He chuckled.

"I am sorry I called you so late," I said, "But thank you for coming to pick me up. That was very sweet," I added.

"You are welcome," He said.

I gave him a grateful smile and then got back to breakfast. I scoffed it down, not caring that I was not alone. I was hungover and hungry. Wyatt didn't say anything or judge me on it, and if he did, I wouldn't have cared.

"How many times did I try and hit on you last night?" I asked.

"Only once or twice," He said.

"That was not bad," I shrugged.

"I hope you don't think you can use your hangover as an excuse to get out of our date?" He said with a raised brow.

"Maybe we should. I am in no fit state to go out," I said.

He slid his plate away, rested his elbow on the table and looked at me, a smug look on his face. Oh, here we go. What idea is he going to come with up with now?

"Then we won't go out. We can have our date right here," He said brightly, "We can order in and watch a movie," He added.

That sounds sort of boring, to be honest. To me, it does, but I don't think I will be in any state to do much more. And I don't think he will it go either.

"I guess that will need to do," I said.

"Your excitement is reassuring," He said sarcastically.

"I am sorry. I am not one for staying in and watching movies," I said, "But, I will give it a try for you," I added.

"Thank you," He said happily.

I finished of my breakfast and excused myself to get a shower. That would help with this hangover too. I stopped before exiting the room and turned to him.

"You could always come and join me?" I smirked.

"Nice try, but no," He laughed.

"You suck," I pouted, "I will just need to sort myself out then, won't I since you aren't going to do it for me. I thought you were a gentleman. Are they not supposed to help women out?" I added.

I was teasing him. I wasn't trying to pressure him, just messing. I could see his grip tighten on the unit, and the look on his face had changed. I was getting to him. He was thinking about me getting myself off.

"Ha, you are now picturing me touching myself, aren't you?" I said confidently.

"Just go and get your shower," He chuckled, shaking his head.

I winked at him and headed to get my shower, giggling to myself as I did. It gives him something to think about when he is pleasuring himself, well, if he does that. I am sure he does. I wouldn't mind it either, him using me to help with that.

I was going to have fun with him tonight. We are in private,

so I can tease and mess with him all I want tonight. I made it a quick shower and pulled on shorts and a sports bra once I was done and headed back through.

"Back," I said.

"I am going to go home and get changed. Do you want to come with me?" Wyatt asked.

I went around to the front of him, and the moment his eyes fell on me, he let out a small groan. His eyes ran over my body, and he started shifting on my sofa.

"You OK there, handsome?" I asked sweetly.

"You enjoy torturing me, don't you?" He asked, finally meeting my eye.

I stepped in closer, standing between his legs. I leant in, resting my hands on the sofa at each side of his head. Wyatt swallows hard, beginning to lose control.

"Oh, I do, more than you know," I said honestly.

"I thought so," He chuckled.

"I think you should give me a kiss," I whispered seductively.

"Hmm, you do, do you?" He said smirking.

I nodded and climbed into his lap, and he placed his hands on my hips. I was soon straddling him. Wyatt's breathing was getting heavier.

"Yes, you give me a kiss, then I will come with you," I snickered.

Wyatt chuckled loudly and shook his head.

"One kiss," He said, "And then you need to stop teasing me and cover-up," He added, laughing.

I nodded, and Wyatt placed one hand on my face, the other on the back of my neck and brought my lips to his. I whimpered the moment our lips touched. I snake my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He moaned loudly into my lips. I tug his hair in my fingers as we kissed, and this made him kiss me harder.

Wyatt's hand ran down my back, causing a shiver to shoot through, and he rested his hand on my ass. I ran my tongue over his lower lip before tugging it between my teeth. He grunted, his lips parting, and I slide my tongue into his mouth, nudging his, and our tongues are soon dancing together.

I rolled myself against him, the kiss becoming heated. I could feel his excitement growing, pressing between my thighs. It was turning me on, and I wanted him badly. I know he wanted me. I just wish he would give in.

Wyatt pulled away first, both breathless.

"That is enough for now," He said, licking his lips.

"Fine!" I huffed, removing myself from his lap.

Wyatt had the same smug look on his face again as he got to his feet.

"Patience, beautiful," He smiled.

I do not have patience, but I know, for now, I will need to be patient. That wasn't going to be easy, but it was the only way I was going to get what I want.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Come on, gorgeous, let's go to mine," He smiled, "Then on the way back, we stop for snacks, and then come back and have an all-day date," He added brightly.

An all-day date? That will be new. Then again, I guess you can class our day yesterday as an all-day date.

"Come on then," I smiled.

He placed his hand on the small of my back, and we headed out. Today should be interesting. I don't usually spend this amount of time with a guy. Then again, he isn't like most guy's, is he?