Chapter 39 MAEVYN
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, right there.” My fingers tighten in Westley’s hair as he eats me out. I think this might be my new favourite way to be woken up.
His thumb rubs over my clit, while his tongue performs absolute filth between my legs, and his fingers thrust hard and fast inside of me.
My body and mind can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure he wields.
I grind up against him, chasing that moment of ecstasy I only feel with him.
My muscles coil in tight as my legs squeeze around his head.
I’m gasping and panting, until my mouth drops open in a silent cry and I feel my body implode.
As the orgasm begins to fade, I sink back into the mattress with a sigh. Westley plants kisses all over me as he travels up my body until he reaches my lips. I kiss him back, tasting myself on him.
Cupping his jaw, I throw a leg around his back and push until he’s beneath me. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum as I rock over him.
He groans, squeezing my hips. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
“Don’t you want me to take care of you, too?” I swivel my hips, running my arousal over him.
“I’m pretty satisfied with the meal I just had,” he says, licking his lips, while he helps guide my hips.
I love the way Westley looks at me. The way he wants me.
Not just in a sexual manner, though it does put an extra spring in my step knowing how attracted he is to me.
But in all the little ways he touches me when I’m near him, the things he does to make my day easier.
He makes me feel less alone when I didn’t even realise I was lonely.
I was familiar with the idea of love, had seen it in movies, in people I passed in the street.
I pushed away the possibility of what I thought was simply someone to do things with.
Go on holidays, make plans, build dreams…
a family. I didn’t feel alone because I was happy with what Aurora and I had.
My little girl is my best friend. And when I think about my childhood, I’m proud of how far I’ve come.
But every now and then, that pang of hurt hits me, and I realise I’ve always pushed away that opportunity to know what it felt like to fall in love.
Real, romantic love that makes your heart race and cheeks hurt.
But it’s usually followed by the reminder of all the ways my dad was my mum’s downfall.
Love had wronged her. Love had made her too weak to fight back and realise she was worth more.
And for as long as I can remember, that was what made me weak, too.
I didn’t know love. In holding myself back, I let myself believe I was just as weak as my mother.
Westley has shown me that being soft and vulnerable isn’t the same as being weak. And just because my parents made mistakes doesn’t mean I’m destined to repeat them. If anything, I have more power to overcome them.
“But I want to take care of you,” I say, guiding his cock to my entrance and sliding down.
Westley watches where we’re connected, eyes filled with desire. “Don’t let me stop you from doing what you want.”
I rise up onto my knees, rolling my hips as I take every inch of Westley’s hard cock. My head drops back with a sigh as I fuck myself on him, slow and deep.
“God. You’re a fucking vision,” Westley says, squeezing my hips as he snaps up to meet my thrusts.
My hands come up, running over my breasts and pinching my nipples. I sigh at the decadent way another orgasm builds. Westley’s hands run up my back, pushing me until I fall forward.
His mouth meets mine as we roll over, still moving into each other slowly. When I’m on my back, my arms circle Westley’s neck, and I feel like we’re in our own little bubble. His mouth travels down my neck until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, hitching my leg over his hip so he can go deeper.
When we both reach that climax, we fall together. Trading moans and sighs as our bodies cling like a lifeline.
“Ugh, now I want to go to work even less,” I mumble against his warm skin.
Westley chuckles. He sits back on his heels, taking me with him as he steps off the mattress and walks us to the bathroom.
He reaches into the shower, turning on the water, all while he holds me in his arms. “You get freshened up, and I’ll go make your mocha.”
“Aren’t you going to shower with me?” I ask, stepping under the hot spray after he puts me on my feet.
“Nah.” He smirks. “Want to wear your scent on me a little longer.”
I laugh as he walks out, tossing a wink over his shoulder.
It’s not just lazy mornings with Westley that I want. It’s happy days, loving nights, and a life full of wishes I didn’t dare to cast, but they came true anyway.
***
“That was pretty cute, West and Aurora coming in earlier,” Claire says as she stirs her brushes into the cleaning solution.
They came in this morning to give me a kiss after classes then headed over to Sweet Escape for brunch. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they crossed the street, escaping into the pale blue bakery.
“Yeah.” I bite down on my lip, but there’s no stopping the grin that takes over my face.
It does something to me, seeing Westley with my daughter. And Aurora always looks so happy and relaxed whenever he’s around, too.
“I seem to recall not long ago saying you’d have a man to ride through every sunrise by the end of the year.” She turns her head back to the computer, pointing to herself. “Right again.”
I chuckle as my phone buzzes against the counter, Thief written across the screen.
“Hey,” I say. “I’m leaving in a few minutes.”
“You gotta come to the hospital.”
My world stops spinning. “Why? What happened?”
I squeeze Claire’s arm, then point to my phone, mouthing I have to go. She nods, brows pinched as she waves me out the door.
I hear my daughter crying in the background.
“West. It hurts.” She sounds scared, and the pain cuts through the phone straight into me.
“I know, sweetie,” Westley soothes. “We’re almost there.”
“West!” I shout, racing through the staffroom to grab my bag and keys.
“We were down at the boat harbour getting ice cream, and she was walking along a ledge—barely even half a metre off the ground—and her foot slipped. She landed on her arm.”
I smack a hand to my mouth as I gasp. Aurora’s always been a careful child, barely gets sick, but thoughts of her in a hospital always take me back to the first time we were there.
When I thought I’d lost her. When my world imploded, and I had to make a choice—succumb to the same fate as my parents, or run.
I chose to run, and I’ve been running ever since.
Every move I’ve made has been to keep us safe and hidden.
I feel dizzy as I stumble through the car park to my Jeep, catching myself on the door. My forehead presses against the cool glass, and my eyes close as I try to take deep breaths.
“She’s gonna be okay, baby. But I need you to meet us at the hospital.” Westley’s voice remains calm as the first tear slips down my cheek. “Mae?”
I sniffle. “I’m here.”
“I promise I won’t leave her side.”
I’m nodding, still clawing for breath, but my head doesn’t clear. My pulse doesn’t fall.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll be there soon.”
I hang up the phone and bring my hands to my face, letting the tears soak my cheeks. She’ll be okay. She’s okay. A prickle up the back of my neck has my breath stalling. A chill runs up my spine. That feeling of being watched.
I lift my head slowly, searching around the nearly empty car park behind the salon. A few people pass by, and I almost ignore it until I notice a man standing across the road, just beside Sweet Escape. He’s on the phone. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence, but then he looks straight at me.
I need to get to Aurora.
He says something into the phone, then turns, moving out of sight, just as a hand presses lightly against my back. I jump back with a gasp, hands clutching my chest.
Claire watches me with concern. “It’s okay, babe. It’s just me.”
My hands grip my bangles as I draw in a deep breath.
“Do you need me to do anything?” she asks.
“Can you drive me to the hospital?”