Chapter 25
Bailey
I can’t move, and it’s not just because of the man currently crushing me. My body is so worn out, even the thought of moving makes my muscles shake. I’ve never come that hard. Never experienced…whatever that was. Because that wasn’t just sex. No, sex is two people getting off and moving on.
This was something else entirely.
Wes raises himself off me, and I watch as he pulls up his pants. I expect him to leave again, but he doesn’t. This time, he scoops me up in his arms and I gasp as he cradles me to his chest.
He says nothing as he carries me upstairs. The thought that he’s taking me to his bed has me panicking, but when we go into the bathroom I feel like I can breathe normally again.
For a moment, at least. Because after he sets me down on the counter and reaches behind his head to pull off his shirt, he turns his back to me and turns on the water in the shower, and my mouth goes dry.
The last time we were in the shower together I ended up on my knees with his dick in my mouth, coated in his release and left there.
Not that I minded, but right now that’s not what I want.
I refuse to admit the small vulnerability I feel as his cum seeps out of me or that I’m sore from what just occurred. My mind replays how he demanded I look at him. I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to, and that one small thing was so much more than it should’ve been.
I’m watching my feet dangle over the tile floor, noting that it’s identical to mine back home. Our floor plans are the same, just reversed so being here almost feels like I’m home. Almost.
Wes’s hands slide up my still bare legs, up my hips to my waist, pushing my shirt up as he goes. I raise my arms, letting him take the fabric off, and watch as he drops it on the floor. He undoes my bra, sliding it off my arms so I’m bare in front of him.
Instead of letting me walk to the shower, he picks me up, and he’s completely naked as well. I notice his dick is already hardening, and I don’t know if I’ll survive if he wants to fuck me again.
But once we’re under the water, his eyes don’t even drift down my body. He squirts some shampoo in his hand, and starts working it in my hair. His fingers methodically working the soap through my strands. I can’t help the moan I let out at how good it feels.
He rinses my hair before doing the same with the conditioner. Once that’s rinsed he takes extra care in washing my whole body. Even when he moves the washcloth between my legs, and I moan at the feeling, he ignores his erection to continue washing and rinsing my skin.
After he’s finished, he keeps me warm in the spray while quickly washing himself.
I realize now neither of us have said anything, but it’s like we don’t have to.
It’s not an awkward silence, there’s just nothing that needs to be said in this moment.
Especially because I don’t know where his head is, and mine is so jumbled I know I would butcher any sentence I try to put together.
We get out of the shower and he wraps me in a towel before he does the same for himself. I want to make a sassy retort about it, but I’m so sated and afraid of ruining this simple, easy bubble we’ve found ourselves in.
But it has to end.
I don’t spend the night with anyone. I really don’t sleep somewhere that isn’t my bed. The simple comfort that I struggle to fall asleep in anyway. Someone else’s bed with another human? Not happening.
“Wait here,” he grunts out, and I do, watching him leave the bathroom. I’m convinced he’s not going to come back, which is fine by me. I pull on my shirt, foregoing my bra. I look around because there’s no way I’m walking back over to my house without pants.
Wes comes back with said pants in his hand, and I give a small, grateful smile before pulling them on.
“Well, I should go,” I tell him, realizing how awkward I sound. Thanks for a solid dicking, gotta go.
“I’m walking you home,” he insists.
“It’s next door, I think I’ll survive.”
“I’m walking you home,” he says again, his tone more firm this time.
I snap my jaw shut so hard my teeth click, and I know there’s no arguing with him about this. He steps into his room, pulling on some shorts and a shirt quickly.
The silence continues as we walk the twenty feet to my front door.
“All safe and sound,” I joke.
Wes nods toward the door, and I furrow my brow. “You’re not coming in.”
“Yes I am, but I’m not staying.”
I want to argue, but sigh when I realize there’s no use.
He follows me inside, leads me up to my room with a hand on my back and the silence is back.
“Get ready for bed,” he instructs gruffly, folding his arms across his chest.
It feels a lot like I’m being scrutinized while trying to get into pajamas. After I’m dressed, I turn back toward Wes and ask, “Happy?”
“Get into bed.” He sounds so serious, almost like he’s mad, but I know it’s just him.
Again, I want to argue, though something stops me. I climb into bed, and Wes is right there. He does the last thing I ever expected he would be capable of. Especially after the night that started with him racing into the street screaming at people we couldn’t find.
He tucks me into bed, leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight. I’ll make sure your door is locked.”
And he’s gone. I watch his back as he leaves, turning my light off and shutting my door on his way out. I expect to hear his car rev up so he can leave, but he doesn’t. Instead the light in his bedroom turns on, and I look over, seeing his shadow for a few minutes before the light goes out.
I swear before I lose sight of him he stands there looking at me. Somehow, my eyelids feel heavy and I hardly notice when I finally fall asleep because I didn’t need to toss and turn for it to happen.
I’ll thank the orgasm, but refuse to give any credit to the man that made it happen. If I do that, things will have officially shifted, and I’m not going to admit that.
I can’t. Things have to stay the same for my sanity to remain intact.
“What has two thumbs and is in complete denial over a guy?” Lily asks over FaceTime. Sutton and I are sitting on my couch and she demanded to be included in our girls night.
“Uh…you?” I offer.
“Nope, I actually started seeing someone if you both must know.” She turns her head to the side with a smug grin.
“You did?” we both say at the same time, equally as shocked.
“Yup.”
“What’s his name? Who is he?” Sutton rapid fires her questions while I just sit back and enjoy that for the time being they aren’t going to hound me about Wes.
“Name is Aaron, he’s super nice and hot and most importantly, not Parker.”
“Mhm,” Sutton says while I just shake my head.
“You guys should be happy for me, that’s what friends do,” Lily insists.
“We are, as long as you’re happy,” Sutton tells her.
“I am. He’s graduating this year too, going to be an architect.”
“And what about you? Have you decided what you’re going to do after graduation?” I question.
“Well, way to bring down the room, Bails.” She throws her hands up, exasperated.
“By asking what you’re going to do?” I furrow my brow, confused how my question was a problem to her.
“Yes, that’s the type of negativity that’s not needed here. You can make it up to me by telling me about what has happened with Wes.”
“Do you have cameras watching me or something?” I glance around my house because I’m starting to think her sources are herself and she has some spy equipment on me.
“That was a trap! Aha, so something has happened!”
Sutton leans to the side so she can give me a raised eyebrow look.
“I just wanted to have a nice calm girls night. I didn’t think it would include getting the third degree from you two,” I grumble.
“That’s what a girls night is, silly.” Lily chuckles. “We share all our secrets and give each other advice.”
I huff out a breath, not really wanting to get into the Wes stuff when my mind still hasn’t caught up on all of it. I don’t think I could talk about it even if I tried right now.
“Sutton, anything to share or need advice on?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Not really, everything is pretty good right now for me.”
“Well good for you,” Lily jokes sarcastically. “I shared about my new beau, so I guess that only leaves you, Bails.”
“Still not my name,” I grumble.
They both look at me, and I avoid their gazes as best I can, but the feeling of their eyes burning into me is bound to make me break. Instead of giving them the full story, I decide to give them just enough so they will leave me alone for now.
“I saw Wes at the bar when I went there for line dancing. We danced, came home. Nothing happened.” The lie feels bitter on my tongue because a lot happened.
“Nothing happened? Not even a smooch?” Lily clearly doesn’t believe me. She shouldn’t.
“Not even a smooch.” I don’t know what pains me more, saying that word or lying about it happening.
“Well that’s boring,” she huffs.
“Guess I’m just a boring person.” I shrug, hoping she’ll let it go.
When I look at Sutton, she’s giving me a look that says she doesn’t believe me, but Lily has already moved on and is talking about something she saw at school that I think included a chicken crossing the road.
No, it’s not even the punch line of a joke.