Chapter 7
7
SADIE
I was trembling from Wesley’s words but couldn’t think of a response, so I reluctantly blurted, “I guess I’ll head home.”
Wesley’s amber eyes locked onto mine—sharp and clear while I was still foggy from our kiss. “You’re not driving yourself.”
His tone—low, gruff, and completely unmovable—sent a shiver down my spine.
“I live with my parents,” I blurted, my cheeks filling with heat at the confession.
Hunter didn’t react except to say, “Get your stuff. I’m taking you.”
A part of me wanted to tell him that wasn’t necessary, but it was drowned out by the side still rattled from the creepy note, so I just nodded. And if I was being brutally honest with myself, I just wanted to be around him as long as possible.
Without another word, he slipped my bag off my shoulder and guided me toward the door with a hand on the small of my back.
Somehow, by the time we got outside, he had the keys to my car dangling from his fingers. Still too stunned to argue, I climbed into the passenger side and pressed the back of my head against the rest, squeezing my eyes shut as he slid into the driver’s seat.
The bakery disappeared behind us as Hunter pulled onto the main drive, his focus on the road. It wasn’t until we hit the town limits that my brain caught up with what was happening.
“You’re driving my car,” I stated the obvious.
“Yeah.”
“What about your bike?”.
Hunter didn’t look worried. “It’ll be safe at the bakery for now, and someone from the club can come get me later.”
“Oh.”
I settled back into my seat, feeling silly for worrying when he’d already figured it out. Wesley “Hunter” Hastings didn’t seem like a man who left things to chance.
I twisted my hands together in my lap, sneaking glances at him when I thought he wouldn’t notice. His jaw was tight, a muscle ticking near his beard. Knowing he was so angry on my behalf made me feel better about the situation.
When we pulled into my neighborhood, Hunter’s gaze sharpened, taking in every detail.
“This one?” he asked when I pointed at my parents’ house.
“Yeah.”
He parked in the driveway, and I climbed out of the car and followed him up the front porch steps. After he handed me my keys, I unlocked the door.
He followed me inside, shutting the door behind us with a heavy finality that echoed through the quiet. His eyes swept the living room, then landed back on me. “When will your parents be home?”
I winced. “They’re on a road trip in their new RV to celebrate my dad’s retirement.”
Wesley’s expression darkened. “So you’re alone.”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah, but it’s not that big of a deal?—”
“It is to me.”
His fiercely spoken words knocked the breath from my lungs. Deep down, a secret part of me had wanted a guy who worried about me. Who wanted to protect me as though I mattered to them. Probably because that was how my dad was with my mom.
He didn’t give me time to reply. “You’re not staying here by yourself.”
“I’m not?” I asked, my eyes widening.
He jerked his chin toward the hallway. “Pack a bag.”
I gawked at him, unsure how to respond.
“I meant what I said, sunshine,” he added, softer but no less intense. “You’re mine. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
The possessiveness in his voice had those pesky butterflies swirling in my belly again. So I just nodded before turning to hurry to my bedroom, my pulse hammering in my ears.
I didn’t realize that he had followed me until I dragged a suitcase out of my closet and turned around, bumping against his broad chest. His strong hands gripped my waist, and I tilted my head back to stare up at him. “Oops, sorry.”
“Crash into me whenever you want, sunshine.” His amber eyes filled with heat, the color darkening to an almost molten brown. “Gives me an excuse to get you in my arms.”
I shook my head with a giggle. “After that kiss, I’m surprised you think you need one.”
“Glad to hear that.” His lips curved into a smirk as he dipped his head. “’Cause I don’t want to pretend that’s exactly where I want you to be all the damn time.”
His mouth covered mine, and my suitcase crashed to the floor at my side as I lifted my arms to twine them around his neck. Our tongues tangled together in a deep kiss that left me breathless and wanting more…something that Wesley gave me before I could even ask for it.
He used his grip on my waist to carry me over to the narrow bed, where he laid me down. Then he levered his powerful body over mine, careful not to press me too hard into the mattress.
I gasped when I felt the hard bulge in his jeans, but he stopped and gazed down at me with worry.
“This triggering your claustrophobia?” he asked.
I melted at his thoughtfulness, not surprised that he’d picked up on it, considering how observant he was.
“Not even a little bit,” I rasped.
I should’ve felt trapped. Pinned down. But my world was narrowed to Wesley. Nothing else mattered. Not even my fear of tight spaces.
His lips captured my mouth in another passionate kiss, and it wasn’t long before we were both panting for breath. “Fuck, sunshine. Didn’t bring you home to fuck you. Just wanted to make sure you were safe.”
He had just given me the perfect opportunity to put the brakes on what we were doing before things spiraled even more. I had only met him four days ago, and we’d spent maybe a grand total of an hour together during that time. Maybe it was leftover adrenaline from the note making me throw my usual caution to the wind.
Whatever the reason, I had no doubts about what I wanted.
Lifting my hand, I stroked his bearded cheek. “I’ve never felt safer than right here with you.”
“You’re too fucking tempting. Time to finish what we started,” he muttered before claiming my mouth again.
I clutched his shoulders while his teeth nipped at my lips and his tongue slid against mine. As the kiss grew more passionate, his hand drifted to my breast, and his thumb brushed over the pebbled nipple through my shirt. My back arched, pressing it deeper into his palm.
“Like that, sunshine?”
I breathed, “Uh-huh.”
“Then you’re gonna fucking love this.”
He slipped his hand under my shirt, tugging the soft material up over the swell of my breasts. He lowered his head, his breath hot against my bra cup. It was just simple white cotton, but I didn’t feel awkward over how unsexy it was because there was no missing the desire in his heated gaze. Then my thoughts scattered when he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth through the material.
“Yesss,” I hissed, gripping the back of his head to press his mouth closer to my breast.
His deep chuckle sent goose bumps across my skin. “Only gets better, sunshine.”
My back bowed off the mattress so he could slide his hand beneath me to undo the clasp on my bra. I also helped him lift my shirt over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up. My bare skin prickled as his gaze raked over me, heating even more.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
His compliment—and the masculine approval in his eyes—made me feel as though I was the sexiest woman in the world. But then I remembered how inexperienced I was. And that Wesley deserved to know before this went any further.
Tugging on the hair at the back of his head, I waited until he glanced up at me to whisper, “Um…I should probably tell you that I’ve never done this before.”
“Are you sayin’ you’re a virgin?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Fucking hell.” His hand slid down to cup between my legs. “This pussy is gonna be all mine because my sunshine saved it for me like a good girl.”
I’d always been one to follow the rules and never make waves—all traits for a good girl. But the way Wesley said the phrase brought a whole new meaning to it. “You’re not mad?”
“Hell no.” He pressed his palm deeper against my core. “I fucking love knowing that I’m the only man who gets to see, touch, and even taste you like this.”
“Taste?” I echoed, my cheeks filling with heat that was more due to passion than embarrassment.
“Already addicted to your lips and pretty nipples.” His smile was wicked. “It’s a safe bet the same thing’ll happen when I get my mouth on your pussy.”
My inner walls clenched at the image his words painted. He didn’t leave me wondering what it would feel like, moving down my body and quickly removing my jeans and panties. Then he wedged his broad shoulders between my thighs and devoured me as though he was starving. Wesley used his lips, tongue, and teeth to quickly make me come before I even knew it was happening.
“So fucking sweet, sunshine. But I want more.”
He started to work a finger inside me, my pussy fighting him every step of the way until he swirled his tongue around my clit. My hips jerked up, sending him knuckle-deep inside me. The slight pinch of pain sent me flying over the edge again.
“Yes, oh yes, Wesley!” I cried, my head thrashing against the pillow as fireworks burst behind my eyelids.
My wits were scattered from two mind-blowing orgasms, but I still managed to blink my eyes open and focus on Wesley as he stripped for me. My eyes widened when he slid his zipper down to free his cock. I knew it was cliché, but that didn’t stop me from blurting, “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
He smirked as he climbed back on top of me. “Trust me, sunshine. Your sweet pussy is gonna wrap around my cock like it was made for me.”
His confidence eased my concerns, which turned out to be a good thing because my muscles weren’t tense when he kneeled between my legs. He gripped my hips, his eyes burning into mine as he punched his hips forward and filled me in one hard thrust.
I let out a startled yelp, and he stroked his hand up and down my side.
“Sorry, sunshine. Figured it was better to get the hard part over fast before you had the chance to worry about how much it was gonna hurt.”
I wiggled my hips and winced a little. “It’s not that bad.”
“Maybe this’ll help.” With his dick anchored inside me, he covered my body and claimed my mouth in a deep kiss.
When he finally lifted his head, the pain was only a memory. “It sure did.”
“Better now?”
I wiggled my hips again and only felt intense pleasure. “Fantastic.”
“Thank fuck,” he grunted. “Not sure I can hold back much longer. Your pussy feels so fucking good, clamped around my cock like a vise.”
“Then don’t,” I urged. “I’m ready for more now.”
“That’s my good girl.” He withdrew and plunged back inside, over and over again, until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. His rhythm was hard and fast, but I managed to keep up.
“I’m so close already,” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Give it to me, sunshine. Need your pussy to milk my cock, then I’m gonna come too,” he demanded in a hoarse tone.
He wedged his arm between our bodies, his thumb circling my clit until my body went taut and another orgasm rolled over me. “Yes! Wesley, yes!”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, thrusting into me a few more times before his body shook. “You’re mine now, sunshine.”
The splash of his hot come against my inner walls sparked another mini-release, and I was barely able to see straight when he rolled onto his back so that I was sprawled on top of him. Between all the orgasms and his possessive words, I was already in deep with Wesley.