Chapter 26
***Memphis***
That night, I slipped into the main house and found my way to Wells’ room.
I needed to see him after knowing why he didn’t come with us to shop.
I knocked lightly on the door and waited nervously while footsteps came closer to the door.
When he pulled it open, I melted at the sight of his bare chest and bare feet.
His tattoos were shining beneath a layer of sweat and I imagined licking his chest clean.
“Memphis, hey.” He braced his hands on the door frame and smiled down at me. “What are you doing here?”
I licked my lips and tried to remember the lines I’d practiced, but they’d all vanished at the sight of his muscles. “Um...I just came to see you.”
He chuckled lightly and stepped to the side. “Come on in and see me.”
Stepping into his space, I was pleasantly surprised at how neat it was. I was in a living space, with a couch and coffee table stacked with different art books. I looked around and turned to face him. “I think I missed you today.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You think?”
I shrugged a single shoulder and perched on the edge of a couch cushion. “There was a lot going on, but yeah... I just wanted you to know that.”
When I went to stand up again, he pushed me back down and sank into the couch next to me. “Come here, Memphis.”
I felt a massive sense of relief as I crawled into his lap and pressed my hands into his chest. “I’m being weird. I know I’m being weird. I just can’t stop it.”
He tugged my hair out of its bun and worked his hands through it, massaging my scalp as he did. “Tell me about today.”
I let my eyes drift closed as his strong fingers worked through my hair.
“We went to a clothing store that didn’t sell clothes my size.
I was embarrassed and cried on Jake a little.
We found another store that does sell my size and Remy spent way too much money on clothes for me.
Even when I tried to tell him not to. We were coming back here to.
..hang out...but Boone had an emergency at work. ”
“Fuck that store and any other store that excludes you.” Wells leaned back on the couch and stared up at me. “I heard a few more things, though.”
I bit the inside of my cheeks and nodded slowly. I was scared he’d be mad for some reason. “I had sex with Remy.”
“And let Boone eat you out.” He still just stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.
I nodded again and looked down at my hands. “Does that...does that upset you?”
He nodded, sending my heart crashing to my feet. “Jealousy is a cruel bitch. You didn’t do anything wrong, though, Memphis. I just want to be the one eating you out and fucking you in the car on the way home. I should’ve been there.”
I moved even closer in his lap and gripped the back of his neck. Pulling his face to mine, I kissed him softly and slowly until it grew more heated with need. When we parted to catch our breath, I stood up and held out my hand. “You’re here now.”
He led me to his bedroom and I saw it was messy, with blank canvas and piles of art supplies.
He undressed me next to the bed and dropped my dress next to a pile of paints before kicking off his pants and crawling into bed with me.
Both naked, we took our time kissing and rubbing against each other.
I liked the way his coarse hair tickled me and the feel of his hard body moving against my own.
His big hands were rough as they stroked me all over, never still.
I crawled lower under the blanket and took his length into my mouth, sucking him deep and working my mouth up and down until his hands tightened in my hair and he pulled me off of him.
He pulled me up the bed until I knelt over his face on the pillows, gripping his headboard.
I rode his face to a strong orgasm and then worked my way back down until I was sinking down on his length and riding his dick.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I rocked my hips and worked us both higher and higher until my nails bit into his chest and his fingers bruised my thighs.
We came together with our mouths locked together, still unable to kiss deeply enough or long enough to satisfy the need.
Afterwards, I was stretched out across his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and telling him more about the day when I realized he’d fallen asleep.
He snored lightly, with cute little sighs in between.
When his arms went slack around me and I could slip out of his embrace without waking him up, I did.
I dressed and scribbled him a quick note, letting him know I’d gone back to the guest house.
It was fast and I found myself wanting to stay in his arms all night, but I didn’t know if that was something we were doing. So, I crept through the dark house and made my way back home.
I crawled into my own bed after running through washing my face and brushing my teeth.
Curling up under the blankets, I stared at the ceiling and wondered if I was making a mistake.
I wasn’t the type to not care. I always cared and I cared hard.
Sleeping with the Hawke brothers, sharing little moments with them, it was a dangerous game.
I’d forget the reason I was there eventually and then be crushed when I had to face the facts.
I wasn’t in their league. They didn’t want me with the kids, just the kids.
I’d leave with nothing and I had to remember that.
I was a coward, because by the time the sun came up, I’d decided that I needed to take some space of my own from the men. I sent a message with Bea that I was sick and just needed some time to rest and feel better. Then, I hid in my swing, reading and trying not to think about what I was doing.