Quickie

Wyatt makes a face and looks at me. “So the rich prick fights your battles now too?”

With Will beside me, I feel calmer, and my voice comes back to me. “You seem really upset by the fact that he’s rich. But besides that, he’s my husband. We fight our battles together.” The words feel right as I say them, and the way Wyatt goes purple in the face only makes it better.

Will turns his body toward me, wrapping both arms around me. I lay my head against his chest, and I like it. I can hear the steady beat of his heart under my ear. “I’m not sure what idiocy made you think it was a good idea to leave Sandy,” Will says, “but I have to thank you. Your loss made me a very, very happy man.” He grins as he looks down at me. “And of course, as you’ve seen, I am extremely rich.”

Wyatt is gaping now. He looks to me. “You’re going to let him talk to me that way?”

“Why shouldn’t I, Wyatt? What have you done to deserve anything else?”

“I was your fiancé. You should respect me.”

The laugh bubbles up, loud and free. “A fiancé who proposed to me with a fake ring, cheated on me with my sister, left me, and now is calling me a slut. You deserve nothing but respect, Wyatt.” I layer on the sarcasm in my voice. “With all due respect, Wyatt—which is none—fuck off.”

“I think your new fiancée … what did you call her … the one with the tight pussy, is waiting for you.”

Wyatt lunges for us, and Will shoves me out of the way as he takes a solid punch to the face. He doesn’t go down, barely losing his balance. He dodges Wyatt’s next blow, catching him by the wrist, and they go down together. It’s a flurry of arms and legs, but Will has the reach, and has Wyatt’s arms behind his back, face down in the grass before I can take a second breath. Guests from the party started to run after Wyatt threw the first punch, and now there’s a ring of people around the fight, even though it’s already over.

“Wyatt!” Laura practically screams as she pushes through the crowd. “Get off him!” She shoves Will, and he stands, releasing Wyatt. The man on the ground is wise enough not to try to attack again. I see my father approach, and one of his friends pulls him aside as he approaches. Laura helps Wyatt up. “Let’s go get you some ice.” She turns to look at me, and she’s bright red with rage and embarrassment.

I shrug. “He threw the first punch.”

She stiffens, and even though I can tell she wants to say more, she doesn’t. She chases after Wyatt, who’s prowling toward the house like a wounded animal. My father looks at Will. “I hear you took a punch?”

He nods. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

A small smile comes across my father’s face. “I knew I liked you.”

I pull Will against me as my father walks away. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. I thought I would kill him when he was talking to you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. I’m not up for a jailhouse relationship.”

He chuckles, running a hand through my hair.

“It seems like your conversation with my parents went well?”

Will nods. “I think so. They’re lovely. Your mother wants to have dinner with just the four of us sometime soon.”

“That sounds nice.”

Everyone is drifting back toward the house, and we’re left alone in the garden. I look up at Will, the skin of his cheekbone red and swelling, and I want him. Now. “No one has ever done that, you know,” I say. “No one has ever stood up for me like that.”

“You stood up for yourself. I was just a little back up.”

“It was more than that,” I say. “I think I get why women like the knight in shining armor fantasy right now.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

I weave my fingers through his hand. “Really. Come with me.”

In the back of the property is a little cottage. It’s mostly used for storage and my mother’s gardening things, but right now it offers the one thing I need: privacy. I push Will inside, and pull him down to my level to kiss me. He doesn’t object, backing me against the door and kissing me hard.

“So what you’re telling me,” he says in between kissing me, “is that I should let people punch me more often?”

I reach for his belt. “If you’re defending my honor, yeah.”

He chuckles as I pull out his cock, which is already rock hard. “I’d say this is a pretty good reward.” Will lifts me up onto the workbench, his hands stroking my legs as he lifts my skirt. He pulls out a condom and I stop him before he puts it on.