Chapter Six
PATSY
After Wes closed the door to my bathroom, I walked back to the lounge, determined to tidy up a bit as he got cleaned up.
The last thing on my mind when I’d left the house last night had been the chance of bringing a man home for a sleepover.
As I picked up the empty pizza box and coke can, I realized just how exhausted I was.
I did the dishes and straightened up, giving my lounge the once over as I thought about what a shambles my place was.
My mam wouldn’t’ve been happy about my messiness and would’ve given me a right bollocking had she laid eyes on the place in its current pitiful state. She’d have been mortified if she’d known I’d invited a guest to stay in anything other than pristine surroundings.
Even with ten kids, my mam had somehow miraculously made sure our hands were clean and our hair brushed before any of us sat down at the table for tea. She cooked, baked, and made sure her babies were as squeaky clean as the house.
I couldn’t remember the house being anything other than presentable when my da brought Father Michael home for tea without telling her, which he often did.
It always earned him a swift talking to once the priest had eaten his fill of her cooking and departed for the rectory.
But my da seemed to like her lectures since he got ‘em often enough.
I was changing the sheets on my bed when I heard the bathtub draining through the door.
I rushed through the job of putting clean sheets on and was pulling a fresh pillowcase onto a pillow when I heard the bathroom door open.
I looked up just in time to see Wes coming out of the steamy room wearing only a towel slung low around his hips.
My mouth went dry as he came into the bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he saw me.
I tried not to drool when I caught sight of his narrow hips and broad chest covered with silky, brown hair trailing down and disappearing beneath the towel.
I had the overwhelming urge to remove the offending object and ogle the most delectable man I’d ever seen in all his naked glory.
I’d always had a thing for big men and Weston Chaudry filled the bill to perfection.
The scent of the spicy, cinnamon apple bodywash I bought at my favorite crafter’s booth in the Farmer’s market wafted across the room as soon as he stepped into it.
My mouth began to water as I got a good look at him.
Wes might not have been every gay man’s fantasy.
He had a slightly softer tummy, missing the abs that looked cut like all those gym bunnies in porno films, but to me, he was perfection.
The hair on his body, the full beard which he’d neatly trimmed, and his height and breadth of shoulder, made him look like a living, breathing bear of a man.
And…he was standing in my bedroom with an unspoken promise to give me wanking material for weeks. I swallowed hard as our eyes met.
“Oh, shit,” he said. “I’m so sorry I took so long, Patsy. You probably think I have no manners at all but between the food and the pain pills, once I got in the tub, it was hard to drag my tired butt out.”
I watched raptly as he rubbed his palm up and over his belly slowly. I followed the action with my gaze then suddenly realized I was making a humming sound. I stopped, snapping my gaze up to meet his eyes. He wore the tiniest of smirks. FECK! I’d been caught staring…and probably slobbering as well.
I cleared my throat, broke eye contact, and tossed the pillow into its place before making my way around the footboard to him.
“Nonsense.” I offered him my best smile as I struggled desperately to keep my eyes off his pebbled nipples and on his face.
“I’m glad ya took yer time. It gave me a chance to clean up a wee bit and change the sheets, so you’ll have a nice clean place to lay yer head tonight. ”
He frowned. “Patsy, you don’t have to sleep on the couch.
I swear the last thing I want is to kick you out of your own bed.
Please, let me crash on the sofa. It’s just nice to have a safe place to lay my head for the night.
Honestly, I shouldn’t have even taken you up on your offer.
The only reason I did was because you insisted.
I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning. ”
It was my turn to frown as I reached out and put two fingers over his lips. “I won’t be hearing of it, Wes. I want ya to stay as long as ya want. My house is yer house. I’d be some kind of a bastard if I made ya go back to the streets.”
“Oh, no, Patsy. I can’t stay indefinitely. I promise to be out tomorrow.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m guessin’ ya haven’t met many Irishmen, have ya?”
“Irishmen?” He looked confused.
“It’s said we can be more stubborn than a Scots lad. Ask anyone on my team.”
“Your Tac Team,” he stated.
I nodded, grinning. “Yeah, my Tac Team. There are seven other men out there who’d swear I’m the most stubborn creature.
You’ll see.” When he opened his mouth to say something, I held up both hands in a placating manner.
“At the very least, stay until you’ve started yer new job and saved up enough money to rent a place of yer own. ”
“Oh no, Patsy, I—”
“I won’t be takin’ no for an answer, Wes.
It’ll be nice havin’ someone other than my brothers to give me grief.
Besides, where else would ya stay? Sorry to say, ya can’t go back to that car of yers.
‘Tis a crime scene even if ya didn’t let me report it, and if that wasn’t bad enough, yer license is missin’. ”
He looked pained at the reminder of everything he’d lost. “Patsy, do you think there’s a significance in my missing license? It had the address of my old apartment on it, but it’s been more than a year since I gave it up to move home to help with my mom’s care.”
I frowned. “I don’t know yet. It’s probably nothin’, but ‘tis strange that someone would take it. People steal the silliest things.” I stepped close to him. “I’ll run it by my team when I head into the office in the mornin’, but no worryin’ about it, okay.”
He nodded. “I still don’t think I should stay here and impose upon you, Patsy. It doesn’t feel right.”
I shook my head. “Stubborn man.” I gave him an encouraging smile. “Please, stay, Wes. You’ll be no bother, I swear.”
He hesitated, watching me closely. “Okay, fine then…but I’ll only stay if you let me pay you some rent when I get paid. It’s the least I can do.” He finished the last bit in a rush of words.
I shook my head. “Yer in need of a hand, Wes. My mam would skin me alive if I didn’t offer ya what I could?”
“Yes, but—”
“Would ya be askin’ for money from someone when they’re down on their luck?
” When he opened his mouth to respond, I stopped him.
“And before ya say anythin’ about luck, don’t forget I’m Irish.
We know a wee bit about luck.” I glanced up at him, doing my best not to stare at his pouty lips, forcing myself to focus on his oddly colored eyes.
When he smiled, I knew I had him. “All right,” he said.
He reached out and circled my neck with a big hand, before pulling me up against his naked chest, and wrapping his long arms around me.
I hugged him right back. “Thank you, Patsy,” he whispered against the side of my head. “Somehow, I will make it up to you.”
The warmth of his body and purely masculine scent underneath my favorite bodywash was almost too much.
I felt my body reacting as I leaned against him, loving how much larger he was, just enjoying the feeling of the hug.
I didn’t pull away for several seconds, but reluctantly let my hands drop and stepped back, instantly missing the heat from his body.
“Good then. I’ll let ya change while I jump in the shower and try not to bother ya in the mornin’ when I leave.
Feel free to hang out in the apartment, but if ya want to go somewhere, I’ll leave my spare key on the kitchen table.
There’s plenty of food in the fridge. Feel free to help yerself.
” I smiled at him, pointing a finger at his wide chest. “Promise me you’ll take yer antibiotics and pain pills, okay. ”
He nodded. “I promise. Thank you, Patsy. I don’t know what I would have done without your help. Chances are, I would have gone to the hospital and then had to deal with the police once hospital personnel reported the gunshot wound.”
“Ya did the right thing by agreein’ to be seen today,” I told him. He nodded and I grabbed some clothes along with sleeping shorts, a T-shirt, and my boots from my wardrobe. I looked at him once more. “Well…good night, Wes.”
He smiled. “Good night, Patsy.”
I walked into the bathroom a few seconds later.
I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of it, but the very idea of the sexy bear climbing into my bed wearing almost nothing, had me getting hard.
As soon as I’d stepped into the shower, I fantasized about stripping Wes out of his clothes and dropping to my knees in front of him.
I pictured his cock, knowing he was a well-built man since I’d seen the outline of it beneath the towel.
It wasn’t easy to hide a python like that under a single layer of fabric.
I squeezed shower gel into my hand and stroked myself, remembering how warm and sexy his big body felt when he’d hugged me.
Sliding my hand around over my bum, and in between my cheeks, I fingered my hole, slipping a lubed finger inside as I stroked harder.
The moment I sucked fantasy Wes’ cock into my mouth, rolling his large balls in my fist as I found my prostate, my climax barreled in on me.