Chapter 16 #2
His jaw flexed as he picked up the pace while my body pulsed all around him. Once I went slack, he thrust deep and came inside me again.
After, I expected him to collapse. What man can have two orgasms so close together and still be semi hard? Apparently, the answer is Wes. He glided in and out, moving at a leisurely pace as he smiled down at me.
“You’re screwed, woman.”
I offered a goofy smile. “Yes, deliciously so.”
Wes brushed hair from my face. “I meant you’re going to be stuck in the house with me an awful lot. Now that I know how good it feels to be inside you, you might be walking funny.”
“It’s okay. It’ll be worth it.”
“Yeah, babe.” He kissed my lips. “I’ll make sure it is.”
***
The next morning, I woke to find Wes sitting in the chair next to my bed, watching me.
“Creepy…” I grinned and pulled the blanket up. “What time is it?”
He shrugged and looked out the window. “Sun just came up a little while ago, so I’d guess about seven.”
I turned onto my side and tucked my hands under my cheek. “How long have you been awake?”
“An hour or two.”
“And you were sitting there like that the whole time?”
He shrugged again. “I was thinking.”
The look in his eyes made my chest tighten. “Do you regret last night?”
“No.”
“What’s bothering you then? I can see the turmoil in your eyes.”
He sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you, Juliette. But I’m not sure how this could ever work.”
“What if I talk to my father? He’s always wanted me to be daddy’s little girl, so he could give me anything I wanted—a pony, a car, whatever to spoil me.
Except, of course, he couldn’t give me what I wanted most: a normal father and a normal life.
I’ll tell him I want you, and he needs to set you free. ”
“A pony, a car—those are things he wanted you to have. He doesn’t want you with me, Juliette.”
“How do you know that?”
“Well, for starters, he told me if I laid a finger on you, he’d chop off my dick and stuff it for his mantel.”
I cringed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for him. Ever.”
“What if I told my dad we’d never touched? That I’ve fallen for you, and he has to set you free because you won’t even give me a chance while you work for him.”
Wes rubbed the back of his neck. “No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not a good idea. Your father is in the middle of a war, and the last thing he wants to deal with is one of his people falling for his only daughter.”
“But…”
“It’s just not the right time.”
I didn’t like it, but maybe Wes was right.
Maybe after whatever was going on was over, my dad would be in a better place—more reasonable.
He tended to be more difficult than usual when he was under stress.
Which I suppose is why he’d been difficult the last decade because being the head of a crime family was the definition of tension.
“Okay…but when the time is right?”
Wes frowned. “I don’t know when that’ll be, Juliette. I don’t want to promise you something I don’t have control over.”
“But I want more than to be your secret fling.”
Wes seemed to contemplate what I’d said for a minute. “Like what? What is more?”
“I don’t know. Simple things. I want to go out on dates, go to the movies, hold your hand in public. Be a couple, so we can see if this could really work.”
Before he could respond, my cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. Wes and I looked over at the same time.
He frowned. “Why is that putz calling you so early?”
“We’ve discussed that we both like to write first thing in the morning, so he probably assumed I was up.”
It buzzed again, and Wes held my eyes. “I’ll go get coffee and give you a minute.”
When he walked out of the room, I figured I might as well get the call over with.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jules. I didn’t wake you, did I?”
I sat up, back against the headboard. “No, I was up. What’s going on?”
“I woke up at five feeling like I’d been shot out of a cannon. I must’ve written a dozen pages of notes for the screenplay.”
“Oh. That’s great.”
“Could we get together today? I want to talk about it while it’s all fresh in my head.”
“Ummm…” I looked over at the bedroom door before responding. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You don’t sound so happy about it. Are you still upset with me for what went down a few weeks ago?”
Wes came back into the room carrying two mugs and sat on the chair next to the bed again. I looked at him while I spoke to Jett. “No, I’m okay.”
“Great. How about twelve at Lazaro’s?”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
Swiping the phone off, I tossed it on the bed next to me, and Wes held out my coffee. “Thank you.”
He sipped his and watched me over the brim. “Hot date?”
“Funny. But Jett does want to get together today, to discuss the book I’m turning into a screenplay.”
“Right.”
My eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
“It means that guy’s a douche, and I don’t trust anything he says.”
I sighed. “I could see why you would think that after what he did. But I don’t believe he’s a bad guy. He just let his last movie’s success go to his head, and he thinks he’s all…” I made air quotes. “Hollywood.”
Wes was quiet for a beat. “What if having lunch to discuss his book is a ruse, and he wants more from you than just to talk business?”
I climbed from the bed, taking the sheet with me, and sat on Wes’s lap. “See? There’s another benefit of getting my dad to let you out of your deal. Then I can tell Jett I’m seeing someone.”
***
Later in the afternoon, I was listening to Jett drone on about the hundredth thing he wanted me to incorporate into the screenplay, but I was only half listening because I was distracted by the man sitting fifteen feet away at the bar.
Wes didn’t even try to hide how intently he was watching me, and I couldn’t stop wondering if the jealousy I saw on his face might turn into something explosive when I got home.
That thought had my thighs squeezing together.
We’d had sex three times since last night, and it hadn’t even begun to quench the thirst I had for the man.
At one point, Jett’s phone rang. It was his agent, so he said he needed to take it.
“I have to go to the bathroom anyway. I’ll give you some privacy.”
The ladies’ room was at the back of the restaurant, down a long hall. Inside, there were two stalls, but the one next to me was empty. Which turned out to be a damn good thing, because when I stepped out, a man was standing there.
“Wes? Is everything okay?”
He turned the lock on the outer door. The loud clank echoed, causing all the little hairs on my body to stand at attention. “Hands on the sink.”
My heart started to race. “Really? What if someone needs to use the bathroom?”
“Then they can wait. If I have to sit there and watch that asshole gawk at your cleavage every time you look down to write notes, you’re going to do it with my cum leaking out of you.”
My jaw dropped open. Yet… God, that’s hot.
“Hands on the sink, sweetheart.”
I loved it so much when he used terms of endearment like that, and even more so when he was telling me to hold on so he could fuck me hard and fast. I planted my hands on the sink basin.
Five minutes later, I went back to my meeting flush-faced and freshly fucked. Thankfully, I’d worn a long skirt, because Wes hadn’t let me wipe off, and I could feel him dripping down my leg.
Jett smiled, none the wiser. “Sorry about that. I had some quick business to take care of.”
I smiled back with two wet thighs. “Yup. Me too.”