Chapter 23 #2
“I always bring a book with me,” he says, placing a small card between the pages before he sets it on the bedside table.
“Are you still reading your Romeo and Juliet love story?” I sit beside him, maintaining some distance. We might have been faking everything that happened on the dancefloor earlier, but that doesn’t mean the attraction wasn’t real. For weeks, it’s been making itself known.
He gets off the bed, pulling his tie over his head. “I finished that one. This is a Lancelot and Guinevere retelling.” He pulls his shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants. I get a flash of his stomach and the trail of hair that leads into the waistband.
“Are you… enjoying it?” I say, breathlessly.
I’m vaguely aware of his chuckle, but I’m more focused on his fingers as they move up his shirt, undoing the buttons.
“I’m very much enjoying it,” he says as he opens his shirt, and I’m gifted the sight of his bare chest. “I’m just gonna jump in the shower. You can turn the light off if you want to go to sleep.”
He starts to undo the button of his pants, but then he turns around and disappears into the bathroom.
Fucking Christ on a cracker, the man is hot. Worst of all, he knows I know it. I hear the shower turn on, so I roll over the mattress, reaching for the lamp, but my eyes catch on the cover of his book. It’s dark and moody, with crimson flowers and a police badge.
I slide over to his side, looking at the bathroom door before I pick up the book, opening it to the page where he left off.
“Is this what you were hoping for? Coming out tonight, dressed up like my favourite sin.” Jack groans against my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him more access to mark the skin with his teeth.
“You think I dressed up for you?” I say, as my chest heaves up and down, and my pussy begs for more of his demanding touch and voracious possession.
“You better have.” His hand brushes up my chest until he reaches my throat and gently strokes his fingers up and down.
“Why would I do that? You’re loyal to my brother, not me. I’m just a favour.”
“No. You’re fucking mine.” The leash on his control snaps, and his hands come under my legs, forcing them around his waist as my back is pressed against the wall. His mouth devours mine, and I could cry in relief.
Ignoring my need for him, admitting to myself that he, of all people, is who I want so desperately that I feel like I’m losing my mind, has been torture.
I cry out as he sinks his teeth into my lip, while his hard cock rubs against my pussy through our clothes.
My hand reaches between us, pulling at his belt with fury, moaning when his hand trails between my thighs and dips into my underwear.
I jump, snapping the book shut when I hear the shower turn off. I hurry to turn off the lamp, then dart back to my side of the bed, under the covers, while my chest heaves. Westley reads smut? And fuck, it was hot.
I close my eyes, trying to slow my breathing as I hear the bathroom door open.
I feel the blankets on the other side of the bed lift and then tug back into place as Westley settles himself on the mattress.
My body is rigid, my thoughts rioting. I can’t tell if I feel guilty for peeking at his book or furiously turned on with no way to fix it. I try to lie still, but my thighs clench involuntarily, aching with need to stifle the heat.
“Are you warm enough?” His voice pierces the dark room.
“Yes,” I squeak out.
“Mae?”
I force two slow breaths in. “Mmhmm.”
“Did you like my book?”
I gasp, rolling to my back. “How did you know I looked?”
“You forgot to put my bookmark back in place.”
“Sorry! You’re up to the part where he gets jealous, and they start to bang.”
He gasps. “Spoiler alert! They bang?”
I lean up on one elbow. “Did you not know you’re reading smut?”
It’s quiet and dark in the room. It feels like my senses are on high alert.
“Of course I know.” He chuckles. “But the couple hadn’t hooked up yet. I figured it was about to happen, though.”
I smile, sinking back into the mattress. It’s odd to be sharing a bed with a man, but something about Westley has always kept me at ease. Even when we banter, he lets me tease him, and he sends it straight back, but I still feel steady.
“Is that why your legs are squirming over there?”
My cheeks turn hot. “What?” I whisper.
“I can feel the blanket pulling. Did you get yourself worked up?”
“Pffftt,” I scoff, but I can’t think of any way to deny it. It was fucking hot, okay? And after the night we’ve had, you bet I’m worked up.
For a split second, I think he might drop it, but then an arm snakes under my back and drags me to the centre of the bed. I’m squealing as I register Westley’s body looming over mine, his thighs bracketing my hips and the silhouette of his body above me.
“Answer me, Trickster.” His voice drops low and coaxing. “Did you get turned on?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you want me to help you with that?”
Tingles fizzle down my legs, and I think I go cross-eyed with want. If I say yes, everything changes. There’s no going back. But, if I say no, I think I’ll drive myself insane wondering what could have been.
“Yes, pl—” The words fall from my lips only to be snatched up as Westley’s mouth crashes to mine.
His big hands frame my face, tilting my chin so he has better access to steal the moan that catches me by surprise.
My mouth opens on a gasp, and his tongue wastes no time, licking against mine in languid strokes.
My hands come to his side, gripping the bare skin with hunger as I pull him into me.
He lets his body sink against mine, and the weight is fucking ecstasy.
My legs come up to wrap around his back, and my body feels desperate to collide with his, searching for something that, before now, had never been fulfilled. Had never even come close to scratching the surface. I just know, with Westley, it’s there. Waiting. Wanting. Ready to define me.
He’s not close enough. My groans fill the room as our lips and teeth greedily consume, and I latch further around him, tightening my thighs until my hips lift off the mattress, my pussy rubbing against something thick and hard and definitely proportionate.
I grind against him, but a firm hand on my thigh stops me. Fingers squeeze my skin like something akin to yearning.
“Wait,” he gasps out as he shifts his kisses to my jaw, then along the column of my throat. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
“About what?”
His hands push up my T-shirt, his fingertips ghosting over my skin as his mouth traces a path up my torso until he’s licking the underside of my breast.
“These thighs.” He practically growls the word as his hands drop down, squeezing my legs. “Wrapped around my head.”
A chill runs up my spine as my legs clench around his hips. His hands come back to my T-shirt, pushing the fabric up further, his mouth chasing every inch as it’s exposed until he closes over my nipple. He jolts back, but my delirious brain can’t figure out why.
“Maevyn?”
“Oh god, yeah?” I sigh, my body longing for more.
“Is your nipple pierced?”
“Both of them are.”
Westley shifts over me. There’s the click of a switch, and then the room fills with a soft glow. He groans, dragging a palm over his mouth as he stares down at the bars on each side, decorated with white diamontes.
I love the way he takes me in. Every time he looks at me, whether I’m dressed up like tonight, looking cute for work, or casual at home, every version of me seems to earn his admiration.
He reaches a tentative hand out, fingers grazing over the barbell, and lighting me up more than a million stars in a midnight sky.
He makes me feel as though butterflies are swarming in my stomach.
I don’t know if it’s because the slower approach is making me more aware of everything that’s going on.
Usually, my encounters are always a rush to the finish line; no finesse or acknowledgement, just two people chasing their own relief.
Maybe it’s my heightened awareness that this time, it’s with Westley, and for some reason, I want it to be different.
It almost feels like this is my first time all over again.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips along my ribcage, soft and unhurried as he creeps his way up. I have to take a breath to force my heart and mind to slow down. They’re both spinning out of control.
He reaches my nipples, testing his tongue around the barbells, then he groans.
It’s a direct shot to my pussy, and it seems to have the same effect on West. He greedily plays with my piercings until it feels like I’m dangerously low on oxygen.
His mouth moves down my sides, teeth biting into the waistband of my shorts.
Sitting back on his heels, primal need burns in his eyes as he looks at me, and his hands come to my shorts, slowly pulling them off my hips. I lift, allowing him to ease them down my legs.
His eyes rake over my naked body. It may as well be his hands for the way I feel it, like scars forming on my skin that I’ll never be able to forget.
“You’re so beautiful. You make me lose my mind, baby.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head when he calls me baby. I open them again when I give him my answer. “Prove it.”
He tosses the blankets away and steps off the mattress, dropping to his knees. With a hand on each of my ankles, he pulls me toward him, making me gasp, then hooks my legs over his shoulders.
Turning his head, he closes his eyes as his nose grazes my inner thigh, beard scratching the skin, and he inhales. He moans before he kisses the same spot and then sucks. Hard.
“I have one condition before we go any further.” It’s a new side of Westley speaking to me now. The lover. The thief. “While I eat this pretty pussy… make sure you scream for me.”