Chapter 30
30
WESTON
C arlee straddles me and forces me onto my back. I run my fingers through her hair, the intensity increasing as she kisses me so desperately.
“You want me to prove it?” I ask.
“You want to do this forever with me?” Her lips brush against mine.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“They say only fools rush in.”
“I’ll be foolish with you any day of the week. I don’t give a fuck as long as we’re together.” I crisscross my fingers behind my head, watching Carlee. Big, fluffy clouds float behind her as the cool breeze surrounds us. “You’re a dream.”
“Let’s make it a fantasy.” She smirks, her lips curling upward like we’re sharing a secret.
I don’t protest as her hands slide under my T-shirt, pushing it up over my chest. Her fingers graze down my abs, teasing, fucking taunting me with how close she is to my cock that’s rock hard for her.
Her eyes lock on mine like she’s daring me to stop her but fuck that. I’m not stopping shit. I’m letting her do whatever the hell she wants to me. I’m Carlee’s fucking fantasy, and that expression on her face tells me she’s about to worship me like the god she believes me to be.
She pops the button of my jeans, slides down the zipper, and pulls them just low enough to free me. I’m throbbing for her, and she fucking admires me like she’s never seen a cock so perfect in her life.
“Beautiful,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing as she wraps her delicate fingers around my shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke.
I hiss through my teeth, my hips jerking upward like they’ve got a mind of their own.
She smirks up at me with that fucking devious look in her eyes that I love so much. Without warning, she leans forward to take me into her wet, hot mouth.
Jesus Christ.
I groan, my hands gripping her hair as she sinks down on me, her lips stretched tight around me. She swallows me down like she’s starving. Her tongue slides against the underside of my shaft like she’s memorizing the shape, and I let out a ragged breath.
She pulls back, sucking so damn hard that I think she steals my fucking soul. My gorgeous girl is not holding back, not even a little. Her mouth works me over like we’re living out one of her fantasies. Fuck it; it’s mine now too.
Carlee’s cheeks hollow as she sucks, her tongue flicking against my tip before she takes me deep again. She works me up so fast.
I’m so fucking helpless, my hips thrusting into her mouth as she takes every inch I give her. Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she moans around me.
“Fuck, Carlee,” I growl, my voice rough and strained. “You feel so good.”
She smirks around my cock, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, and then she pulls back, letting my dick slip from her lips with a filthy pop. I’m a ticking time bomb, and if she keeps this up, I’ll explode .
“Mmm. You’re mine, Weston,” she says with swollen lips that are glistening with spit.
She doesn’t waste a second before she’s leaning back in, her tongue lapping up the pre-cum that’s pooled at the head of my cock like it’s the sweetest fucking thing she’s ever tasted. Her lips close around me as she gently sucks, teasing me, fucking driving me insane.
Her fingers dig into my hips as she takes me deep again, her throat opening up to swallow me whole. If she had a gag reflex, she’d be choking on me. I still feel her throat tightening as she forces herself to take every thick inch.
It’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced.
She pulls back again, gasping for air with swollen and pouty lips, before returning to me. Carlee changes her pace, head bobbing up and down. High-pitched moans release from her, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself. I love a woman who takes pride in her work.
She strokes me with the rhythm of her mouth, and I’m so fucking close that I can’t think straight. Her tongue swirls around my tip, her lips sucking hard as her hand works me over, and if she doesn’t stop, I’ll be fucking gone.
My body tenses as pleasure surges through me.
I’m teetering on the edge, ready to spill over, ready to pump my hot cum into the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair.
My cock pulses. I’m so fucking close …
“You come when I say,” she mutters, backing away from me.
With a racing heart, I’m left gasping as I stare up at her. I’ve never given any woman such control over me.
“Carlee,” I hiss, teetering on the edge.
“Mmm. So fucking greedy for me,” she whispers.
This is easy with her. It always has been.
With rosy cheeks, she rubs her palms up and down my shaft, working me back up before pulling away. Carlee stands, kicking off her boots, and removes her jeans and panties.
“Come here,” I say, sitting upright.
She hovers over me, then slides down onto my cock, adjusting every few seconds until I meet her end. We’re face-to-face, breathless but oh-so fucking desperate as our mouths meet. I soak inside her hot cunt, loving how tight she is and how she throbs around me.
Carlee rolls her hips in a sensual rhythm. I grip her waist, guiding her movements as our kiss deepens. The trees and creek around us fade away, leaving only us lost together, but even now, I feel found with her.
“Thank you for seeing me. The real me,” I whisper, kissing her neck, tasting her skin.
Every inch of her body is absolutely intoxicating.
I can barely think, not with how I’m stretching her, filling her completely full. Her legs wrap tighter around me, and I growl, a low, feral sound that makes her cunt clench in response.
“That’s the you I crave,” she says. “All the time. The you that you don’t give to everyone. The you that’s reserved just for me.”
We’re falling into the abyss together, and right now, the connection we share is deeper than I ever imagined. I’m full of emotion, fully lost with her.
“You have all of me,” I mutter against her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.
Her head lazily falls back, exposing more skin for me. A moan escapes her swollen lips.
“I’m so in love with you,” she confesses with a gasp.
I slide my hands up her sides, underneath her shirt. I push the fabric over her head, revealing her perky nipples. No bra. The sunlight filtering through the branches dances across her skin, highlighting every gorgeous fucking curve and dip of her body.
“You’re breathtaking,” I whisper. “You’re going to be my wife .”
“Soon.” She laughs against my mouth, then pulls away .
I stare at her, smiling, buried deep inside of her. The future I imagined with her the first time our eyes met replays so vividly in my mind. Right now, it’s becoming a reality.
I tuck her hair behind her ears, wondering what I did to deserve her. I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.
“I don’t know how to say this,” she whispers as we continue to make love. “I love you, Weston. I can’t spend another second not telling you. I’m tired of denying it. I just want this, and I’m so scared of losing you. Every man I’ve ever loved has left me.” The mood grows serious, and her bottom lip quivers.
“Fuck, Carlee. I love you too. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Best friends forever ,” I confess, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.
I kiss her like tomorrow isn’t promised. It’s not. I will protect her from any heartache and won’t be the cause of it.
Her fingers are in my hair as our bodies press together, and this moment threatens to consume us both. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
“Promise me this is forever,” she says.
“Forever, I promise,” I breathe against her lips. “Until my dying day.”
A whimper escapes her lips as our bodies move together. I lose myself in her and know I can’t live in a world without Carlee.
Right now, it’s only us. This is the way it’s supposed to be.
Our kiss deepens, and my gorgeous girl rides me, increasing her pace. A moan releases from the back of my throat. It’s raw and primal. I trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. She arches her back, and I take one of her perky nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
“Oh God, Weston,” she gasps.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure that I revel in.
I flip us over, laying her gently on the blanket. Hovering above her, I pause to drink her in. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, emerald-green eyes sparkling with desire.
Fuck, she’s never looked more beautiful.
“You belong to me,” I whisper, pushing back into her tight little cunt.
I grip her hips tighter as I thrust to meet her end. The pleasure is overwhelming, threatening to consume us both.
“More, Weston,” she commands.
“Carlee,” I growl, slamming further into her.
“Yes, yes, it feels so good,” she barely says. She looks into my eyes, her gaze filled with love and lust.
I slide my hand between us, finding her sensitive spot with practiced ease. I circle it with my thumb.
“I want everything with you, Wes,” she confesses. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I do.”
“Yes, fucking love this confession,” I mutter against her.
Carlee’s breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as she nears her peak. “Oh God, Weston … I’m so damn close.”
I increase my pace, driving into her with renewed determination. The sounds of our bodies meeting, our breathless moans, and the trickling creek surround us. It’s beautiful.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” I urge as my release builds. “You need this.”
Carlee releases a cry of ecstasy as her inner walls clench around me when the orgasm rips through her. “Keep all your promises. Please.”
I briefly pause, studying her, knowing she’s referring to the promise I made her.
The day you say those three words to me and mean it, I’ll keep you pregnant.
The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, pumping and emptying deep inside her. She pulses around me, gasping as our foreheads rest together. A content sigh releases from her .
“Marry me. Tomorrow. You’re it for me, Carlee. You’re the woman I’ve been searching for my entire life, and I found you, and I don’t want to waste any more time. A future doesn’t exist without you in it. Please be my wife.”
“Really?” She smiles, running her fingers through my hair.
I nod as her pretty eyes sweep over my face. “It would be my honor to be your husband.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” She giggles as I pepper kisses on her cheeks.
“Let’s fuck around and find out,” I say, grinning. “For the first time in my life, I understand why Easton and Lexi ran away. I know you’re the woman I want. I can’t imagine my life without you, bestie.”
Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, sealing our promise. We break apart as an intense wave of happiness takes over.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion as I hold her.
“I love you.” Carlee smiles. “This is happiness, isn’t it?”
“This is love,” I say, stroking her cheek. “I’m looking at the future Mrs. Weston Calloway.”
She smirks. “Mrs. Weston Calloway. I could get used to that. How did we go from friends to this?”
“It’s been a year in the making. Hasn’t it?” I ask as she falls into my arms.
“You’re right,” she says, drawing circles on my stomach. “I got you something.”
“Really?”
She grabs her jeans and pulls out a braided bracelet. There are two of them. She grabs my wrist, the one without my watch, and ties it around. “Best friends forever. Mine matches.”
“A friendship bracelet?” I ask with a laugh. “You’re the first person to give me one of these.”
“Ever?” She’s shocked .
“Yes,” I say, admiring the different colors of the braided strings. I help her tie hers onto her wrist.
“Now, you’ll always be reminded of me.”
“Oh, babe, you live in my heart. But thank you. I love it,” I tell her as we fall back on the blanket together, holding one another.
I’m glad she’s no longer in denial. However, I’d have waited years for her. She has no idea what she’s always done to me. I kiss her forehead, and she sighs against my chest. Being this content and relaxed should be illegal.
“We should go,” Carlee says, and I realize we drifted asleep.
“You’re too comfortable,” she tells me as she puts on her clothes.
I pull my zipper up and button my jeans. Carlee folds the blanket back into the pack and attaches it to the saddle. When she walks, she stumbles a little.
We drank too much, too fast, which is probably why we fell asleep.
“I’m riding on the back of you. No way I’m letting anything happen when we have a very important wedding to attend tomorrow.”
She laughs. “Sure you can handle riding double?”
“Babe, I was riding horses before you were born,” I tell her, helping her up and then climbing on the back of the saddle. “Cute you think otherwise.”
She gasps. “You really are the whole package.”
“And somehow, you underestimate me.” I click my tongue, taking the reins from her hands.
Thor follows behind us as we trot through the forest. Our only goal is to return to the barn in one piece.
“Did you have a good day?” she asks, her hair blowing in the breeze.
Carlee leans against me, and I hold her steady to my chest. The booze is getting to me, too, but I didn’t drink nearly as much as her.
I kiss the back of her head. “It’s been the best day of my life. ”
Until tomorrow, when we make this official.
As we approach the barn, I see the side-by-side is where we left it. I chuckle to myself, imagining how Billie and Easton will react to this news.
Billie will be shocked, but Easton won’t be.
“What’s funny?” she asks, placing a kiss on my cheek.
“Easton texted me earlier and bet me that I’d be married before the end of the week.”
Carlee chuckles, her body shaking against mine. “Remind me never to bet against Easton when it comes to you.”
“I guess he does know me better than anyone,” I say, steering the horse toward the barn. “But I think everyone can see I’m head over heels for you.”
“That’s why you weren’t worried about the fake engagement,” she mutters.
“It was never fake for me,” I admit as we near the barn. “I knew I’d make you mine.”
“Cocky as fuck,” she says as I help her dismount.
Once her feet are on the ground, I swing off, joining her.
“That will never change,” I admit.
The world tilts a little as my feet hit the gravel, reminding me how much booze we actually consumed.
“Whoa there, cowboy ,” Carlee teases, steadying me with a hand on my stomach. “Just a few more chores, and we’re free.”
Carlee takes Thor’s reins, and I follow her inside the barn, where we unsaddle and brush the horses. Before placing the gear in the tack room, Carlee grabs the booze. When she returns, she takes a swig.
“I have the overwhelming urge to have you again,” she whispers, glancing up at the hay loft.
“Up there?” I ask.
“I’ve always wanted to.” She chews on her bottom lip.
The adrenaline from our earlier confessions mixes with the liquor swimming in my blood .
Carlee backs me up against the ladder, greedily crashing her mouth against mine. Her eyes light up, and she bites her lip as she climbs up to the loft. I look up at her, smiling.
“Come on.”
I waste no time and join her.
She leads me to the back of the loft, where stacks of fresh hay are stored.
“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her thighs.
She undresses me frantically. “I want you nonstop. I can’t get enough. You’re my addiction.”
“Fuck, gorgeous, you’re mine too,” I admit as my hands roam her body.
“Don’t be gentle with me,” she demands. “Do you understand?”
The air is heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and skin and something primal. My cock twitches in anticipation.
“Take off your shirt and jeans.” My eyes pierce through her.
She undresses. Her tits are on full display, nipples hard and begging to be in my mouth. I watch her rib cage rise and fall as a shaky breath escapes her pouty lips.
“How bad do you want me?” I slide one hand around her body, rough and possessive, then cup her pussy through those soaked fucking panties with my other.
“Desperately,” she gasps.
She arches into my touch, but I don’t fully give her what she wants. At least not yet. I press harder, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit until she’s squirming, her hips jerking uncontrollably so she can feel more friction.
“My greedy girl,” I mutter.
She whimpers, and it’s goddamn music to my ears.
My other hand is in her messy, windblown hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her pupils are wide, her cheeks flushed, and I can practically see the thoughts racing through her head. Every last one of them is about me, about what I’m going to do to her .
“Beg,” I command, my voice a fucking earthquake. “Beg for my cock like a dirty little slut.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot. It’s making me so wet,” she breathes out. “Please. Please stretch my little pussy wide, Wes. Please. I need you so fucking bad; it hurts. I want you so deep inside me.”
With one swift movement, I rip her tiny panties off her body; the sound of fabric tearing makes her gasp. Her pussy glistens, swollen and ready for me. I slide two digits inside her, curling them just right to make her scream.
“You didn’t specify what you wanted,” I growl against her skin.
Her walls clenching around me as she rides my fingers.
“You’re dripping for me, gorgeous,” I mutter, pulling my fingers out and placing them in her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how fucking wet you are for me. How fucking wet you always are for me.”
She sucks on my fingers obediently, her tongue swirling around them.
“Fuck me. I want your cock inside me,” Carlee whispers.
“Louder,” I state. “I want everyone on this farm to hear you begging for my cock.”
“Now!” she cries out, her thighs quivering as I tease her clit with my thumb. “Fuck me, Weston Calloway! Fuck me like I’m your slutty little wife.”
That was all I needed to hear.
My cock is ready to destroy her exactly how she wants. I lead her over to several bales of hay that are stacked, turning her to face them before I bend her over onto all fours. I’m hard and fucking throbbing, needing to be buried inside her again.
I line myself up with her dripping entrance and slam into her with one brutal thrust. Her nails clawing into the dry grass as I sink myself balls deep inside her.
“Wes,” she says, her body quivering as she grinds against me.
“That’s it,” I grunt, my hips pounding into her with a rhythm that leaves no room for mercy. I grab a fistful of her hair, my hot mouth close to her ear. “Taking my fucking cock like a good girl.”
She’ll be sore tomorrow, and she’ll know exactly where I was.
“Harder,” she screams out breathlessly as I continue to slam into her.
Whimpers and moans continue to escape from her. Her ass jiggles with every thrust, her tits bouncing, followed by the sounds of our skin slapping together.
We’re ravenous, dirty, and fucking obscene. It’s full-on fucking with one goal in mind—to lose control again. She’s tight—so fucking tight—and her greedy cunt clenches around me like she wants to suck me dry.
“Wes,” she gasps, her voice broken and ragged, “come inside of me.”
I grip her ass, my fingers digging into the flesh as I lift her higher, slamming her down onto me with enough force to make the floor of the loft shake.
Her pussy is soaked, her juices running down my shaft. The filthy, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together is a beautiful symphony. She screams out my name like a good little slut. Her hips grind against mine as I hit that sweet spot that makes her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“You feel that?” I growl into her ear, my voice rough as I wrap my hand around her stomach, continuing my assault on her perfect pussy. “That’s me claiming you, Carlee. Every inch of your tight little cunt belongs to me. Only me. Forever.”
“I’m going to be your wife,” she mutters.
Her body trembles as she clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over her like a fucking tsunami. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and I’m not far behind.
“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re squeezing me so tight,” I say with a roar as she squirts all over me and the floor.
I slam into her, my release exploding inside her in hot, sticky bursts. I pump deep in her, the orgasms leaving us both panting and shaking.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat. Hay sticks to our skin.
Her breathing is ragged, her heart pounding against mine as we lie in the aftermath of what might’ve been the best sex of my fucking life.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she says breathlessly, as if she can read my mind. “I love it when you talk dirty. A fantasy.”
Carlee’s small frame curls up against my chest as I wrap my arms around her.
“Oh, then we’re just getting started,” I admit, kissing her forehead. “I want to make all your sexual fantasies come true.”
“Shit, I’ll write you a list tonight.” She smiles wide with hooded eyes, completely satisfied.
Pure happiness stretches across her beautiful face as sunlight streams through gaps in the weathered wood, illuminating specks of dust dancing through the air.
She squeezes her thighs together.
“You feel where I was?” I say, stealing a sweet kiss. “What’s mine and only mine?”
“Yes,” she says, holding me tight. Her finger slides under the bracelet she attached to my wrist, and she smiles. “Do you think it will always be like this with us?”
“Fuck yes,” I tell her, my hands roaming over her bare skin. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
She lifts her head, gazing at me with those big green eyes that seem to see right through me. “I’m so scared you might.”
“Not going anywhere, bestie,” I say, checking the time. “However, we should get back before your family sends out a search party. We’ve been gone for hours.”
“You’re right. Just know I could stay with you all day like this.”
“We will. Soon. Just me and you,” I promise. “We should do something fun tonight. ”
She smiles wide. “You’re not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding.”
“Fuck traditions,” I tell her. “They did me no good.”
“Thankfully,” she says as we reluctantly gather our scattered clothes.
She watches me pull up my jeans and zip them.
I smirk at her. “You like that?”
“Damn straight,” she whispers, her eyes sliding from my eyes down to my cock and back up again. “You’re really mine?”
I move to her, capturing her lips. “I have been for a while.”
“How long?” she asks.
I swallow hard. “You had me at, ‘Hi. Can I buy you a drink?’”