Chapter 35 Wesley
Wesley
Shannon’s in the kitchen making sandwiches for work when my phone rings from the coffee table. The name flashing up on the screen makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, still my plan was to pop into her solicitor’s and let him deal with it.
“Yep?” There’s an edge to my voice, and I hear Shannon stop what she’s doing, but I’ve nothing to hide from her.
“Wesley… I erm.” Megan sounds different, less arrogant than usual. “I wanted to let you know, I spoke to my solicitor.” I’m about to stop her, but she doesn’t give me a chance.
“My father has written you a cheque for fifteen thousand pounds, and I believe that’s what I owe you?” What the fuck is she talking about? I get to my feet and walk over to the kitchen, taking a mug of coffee from Shannon. She glances up at me biting her lip, clearly worried about something.
“Megan, what are you talking about?” The woman’s talking in riddles.
My eyes flick to Shannon, who suddenly looks away, sheepishly.
“Your girlfriend came to see me yesterday; she showed me the document from your father’s Will.
” Blowing out a breath, stalking around the island, grabbing Shannon by the waist, making her face me.
She mouths, “I’m sorry,” but I just shake my head, shocked she’d go and see Megan.
“Sorry. I haven’t got her in trouble, have I?
” Typical Megan, releasing her bitchy streak.
“I’d hate to cause an argument.” She finishes, and her usual arrogant tone slipping back in.
Of course she wants to stir things up between me and Shannon.
All she needs is a cauldron and a big wooden spoon.
If she thinks I’m about to let her ruin everything Shannon and I have built… she’s clearly mistaken.
“She told me.” She’s quiet for a moment. “Oh, oh, well okay then.” Her words fluster, I don’t hold back. I refuse to be a pawn in her game. I won’t let her ruin anything else for me, she’s already dragged me through years of pain and shit.
“Megan.” My voice clipped, harsh.
“My solicitor is drawing up a letter, and it will be sent to your solicitor first thing in the morning.” I clear my throat.
“You’ll sign it, then you’ll stay the hell away from me.
You’ll get nothing more. From now on everything goes through solicitors.
You don’t call me, text or turn up at my fucking house.
” Not giving her the chance to say another word, I hang up and delete her number without a single fucking care.
Shannon slowly backs away as I toss my phone onto the kitchen counter.
I don’t speak.
I don’t need to.
She can see it in my eyes, feel it in the way I move towards her, backing her up until my palms press flat against the worktop either side of her.
Caging her in, she’s nowhere to run.
Dipping low, I crush my lips to hers.
My tongue slips between her lips as she parts them for me, but I don’t give her the chance before I’m spinning her round so her back presses against my chest. I hitch up my Leopards shirt she’s claimed as her own, then slide my hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down, her arse pushes against the bulge in my jeans.
I take a single step back, then slip my thumb beneath the flimsy strip of her thong.
Reaching to the side, I grab a sharp knife from the block and slice through the fabric,
watching it fall to the floor. Shannon gasps, but I still don’t say anything.
I throw the blade into the sink, and it clatters against the porcelain basin.
Nudging her knees apart, one hand gripping her hip to keep the shirt in place while the other slides around her hips to the front of her stomach, then down between her thighs, cupping her cunt.
She’s drenched. I turn her back to face me, my boots drag on the floor as I sink to my knees, before pressing my face into her, nose buried between her folds.
I inhale slow and deep, groaning at the heady scent of her slick cunt.
My tongue darts out sliding through her wet heat, tasting her, while my fingers strum against her clit.
“Jesus, Wesley,” she gasps, writhing beneath my tongue.
“On all fours, Shannon,” I say giving her arse a little slap.
I’m utterly consumed by this beautiful woman.
Her face, her body, every single part of her, she’s my end game.
I guide her down onto her hands and knees, undoing the buttons on my jeans, and free my cock from my boxers.
My thumb glides over the tip gathering up the precum, before I slide my hand to her mouth and press my thumb against her lips.
She draws me into her mouth, tasting me, my cock throbs, desperate for her.
There’s no warning when I line myself up and slam into her, deep and hard.
Shannon cries out.
“Fuck.” The word rips between my gritted teeth as I slam into her, harder than I ever have, fucking her with brutal thrusts, rocking her body. Her knees squeak across the polished wooden floor as I watch my thick, heavy cock stretching her, each time coming out more soaked than the last.
Letting one hand slip from her waist, fingers pinching, rubbing around her swollen clit. Her moans come louder, ragged, broken whimpers. My other hand reaches for her bouncing tits, plucking her nipples as they move with every roll of my hips.
“Wesley… please.” Her body goes slack, hips jerking as I hold her firm in my grip, my fingers digging into the soft curve of her full hips.
I bring one finger to my mouth, wetting it thoroughly before slipping it between her arse cheeks, I circle the tight, puckered hole, then slowly ease it halfway inside of her.
“Wesley… what the…?” I slowly pull it back out, smoothing my hand over her arse cheek.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, still sliding my cock in and out of her, my movements slowing.
“Do it again,” she whimpers.
I circle her again, then ease my finger back inside, slowly, gently into her as she takes me all the way to the knuckle.
“You look so fucking hot baby. My cock in your pussy and my finger in your arsehole, Shannon.” Throwing my head back, breathing in deep, trying to hold on to my release.
My movements turn shaky with how good she feels, how beautiful she looks taking me so well.
“Fuck, yes, Shannon.” A groan rips through me. I’m on the edge, ready to spill my load into her, to fill her with every ounce of me.
“You take me so well, so fucking well,” I praise her as my hips buck, my lip caught between my teeth, sweat dripping from my forehead.
“Christ.” I bottom out, coming hard. Shannon follows, breathing hard, our skin slick with a sheen of sweat. Pulling her gently into me we collapse onto the cool floor, our chests heaving. My fingers sweep her damp hair from her face as we lie there, catching our breaths.
“I fucking love you, Shannon,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I… I love you too, Wesley.”
“Thank you,” I say, holding her face in my hands, after I rolled on top of her. “Thank you for what you did.” I kiss her lips again, and a thought comes to me. I don’t really care if we’ve only been together five minutes.
But I know I want her to be mine, to live with me.
“Marry me?” I plead, staring down at her.
“What?” She lets out a nervous giggle.
“Marry me, move in with me, be with me… love me.” I clear my throat. “Get a dog with me.” She giggles at the last bit but I’m deadly fucking serious. “What do you say, sweetheart?” Her hands sweep around my neck, fingers stroking the nape.
“I say… yes, but it was getting a dog that swayed me.” We fall into each other again, my heart feels full. I found my person, and she’s beautiful in every single way.
My Shannon.