27
WESLEY
“Mmmm,” I groan, feeling hands running over my thighs. I can’t tell if I’m having a really good dream or if it’s Thea between my legs. She didn’t sleep with me last night, so dream Thea is my default. But I’m wrong.
I jolt up as I distinctly feel a tongue run over the fabric of my briefs. Throwing the covers off of me, I see a pair of big blue eyes staring at me mischievously. Thea’s frozen in place, her mouth wide and her tongue pressed against my hardness. This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Feeling her warm breath just barely through the material makes my cock twitch. She feels it too and smiles. Her fingers hook into my waistband and pull down. My head falls back as she takes me in her mouth. Thea pulls away with a pop, then teasingly lets spit dribble out of her mouth onto me before taking me in her hand and slicking me with it.
Her hand strokes me, applying the perfect pressure that makes me arch into her touch. Then she flicks her tongue over the base of my cock, then gently draws my balls into her warm mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s driving me wild. Normally, I’d throw her down and fuck her, but I can’t move. She has me in trance—I might just come in her mouth.
Thea pulls away from me abruptly. “Hey!” I cry out. She just smirks and hops on top of me. That’s when I realize she doesn’t have any bottoms on.
“Were you enjoying that?” She asks, giving me a fake pout.
My brows furrow. “Yeah, actually, I was. Wanna get back down there and finish the job?”
Licking her lips, she grips me and guides me inside of her. “I’d much rather finish like this.” The feel of her tight pussy around me blurs my thoughts. “You’d like that too, huh?”
I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but I fucking love it. I let her call the shots every once in a while, although this feels different. Something about her feels different.
“I would, but finishing in your mouth would have been nice,” I half joke. I watch as her face shifts momentarily. I try to decipher the flash of emotion, but it’s gone too soon. Desire replaces whatever it was.
Thea digs her nails into my chest, balancing as she rides me, not bothering with a comeback. Her other hand clamps around my throat, tightening enough to make an instinctual surge of panic rise up. It’s quickly chased away by pleasure and excitement at her domination. She might be the prey, but I can’t say that I hate giving her the illusion that she’s the predator once in a while.
Looking down the length of me, I get glimpses of my cock sliding in and out of her as she bounces up and down. Her tits follow the rhythm. Okay… maybe I should let her be the predator more often. I’d gladly let her fuck me to death if this is my final view.
The alarm on my phone blares to life, pulling me from my trance. I grab my phone and shut it off. I want to finish, however, that’s not an option. I have somewhere to be, the thought of that is enough to kill my mood.
“Blue eyes, can we finish this later? I have a client this morning.” Thea stops mid-bounce. The look on her face is deadly.
“Seriously?”
Shit. I’m in the doghouse. “I’m sorry. Trust me, I wish I didn’t have to go. This is so much better than where I have to be.” I hold on to her hips, tracing my thumb over the crown tattoo on her hip. But my apology isn’t enough. She must be in a mood this morning.
Thea climbs off of me, bends down and picks up her shorts, shimmying into them. I’m not sure if she does it on purpose, but the sight of her waistband struggling over her ass nearly sends me over the edge. I check the time again. Damn it. I don’t have time to do what I want. I’ll make it up to her tonight, I promise myself.
“Thea, I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve had this meeting set for weeks. I can’t cancel.” Getting out of bed, I go to her and wrap my arms around her. She doesn’t melt into me like she normally does. Her body’s stiff and unforgiving.
“It’s fine.”
The two worst words a woman can utter. That definitely means it’s not fine. Fuck me. I turn her around in my arms and take her face in my palms. “I mean it. I’ll make it up to you.” Her eyes soften a little. It’s enough to give me some hope that she just needs some time to cool off.
Bending down, I kiss her deeply.
“Don’t forget your meds,” she reminds me before leaving my room.
I hate lying to everyone, but most of all her. I can’t keep this up much longer. Hopefully, today will give me the clarity I need to come forward to my family. These meetings with her may lead to nothing and I don’t want to get everyone worked up, if that’s the case.
Heading to the bathroom, I turn the shower on and pop my pill into my mouth. I swallow it around the thick knot sitting in my throat. Everything will work itself out. I can’t even convince myself of that. How am I going to convince them?
THEA
A bead of sweat drips down my forehead. I was hoping to get my workout in a different way this morning, but Wes ruined that plan. I wasn’t trying to give him the cold shoulder. I feel bad for it now.
I shouldn’t have even wanted to be touched after what happened with Cole last night, still I awoke with uncontrollable need between my legs this morning. Wes could have fed this demon inside of me. He could have given me the roughness I wanted. That’s what I was banking on as I gripped his throat.
Instead, I got the brush off for a client. I exhale, trying to force my anger out with it. I’m not angry at him, I reason. It’s deeper than that. It’s rejection and it’s fear that I can’t control what’s going on around me or inside of me.
My legs are aching. I’ve done three sets on the leg press and I’m shaking. Looking at my phone, I have one more minute of rest before my next set. Leaning my head back, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to let the music blaring in the gym drown out my thoughts.
Fat chance. The door opens and Adrian walks in.
He hesitates when we lock eyes. I hope he takes it as a sign that I don’t want him in here, despite last night’s shower epiphany. I want him to hurt me. It echoes… no; it claws at my mind, digging in deep and painful. Just how I like it.
I expect him to turn around and come back later. He doesn’t. Adrian climbs the steps to the stair machine, sets his water down, and pulls off his shirt. And… Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My jaw slackens. I can’t help it. His body is a masterpiece. Not only muscled and sculpted, but almost completely covered in black ink. My eyes dart over the designs, trying to take it all in. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.
Before, I was only able to see the outline of the wolf on his neck—the dark ink dipped below his collar, hiding the rest. Now, my eyes scan over his reflection in the mirror he’s facing. On his chest, the skin that hasn’t been tattooed forms the white of a skull’s face while black fills in the nose and eye sockets as well as the backdrop. Over his shoulders, wisps of bare skin curls and twists, forming what looks like smoke.
My eyes travel to his back. The faces of two women sit one on top of the other. The first has a pair of hands covering her eyes. Her full lips are parted slightly, as if she wants to say something. The other woman has a hand over her mouth. Her eyes are solid white and almost look as if they’re glowing. They’re wide, like she’s seen something shocking.
“See nothing. Say nothing.” Adrian’s voice cuts across the room and through my admiring daze.
My face heats and although I’m probably pink from my workout, I know the color is deepening a few shades. I look away, ignoring his comment. But I don’t miss his husky chuckle.
One more set will be good, then I’ll go.
I place my feet on the footplate and release the safety lock. The full brunt of the weight bears down on me. I let it come down and push back up. Then again. And again.
Glancing over at Adrian, I watch his body as he takes the stairs at a run, like a maniac. Then he catches my gaze in the mirror and a grin carves across his face. That’s all it takes for my legs to give out and for the footplate to come rushing toward me. I let out the highest pitch shriek and try to push the plate back up. It’s useless. I’m stuck with my legs weak and bunched to my chest.
I’m trying to figure out how to get off the machine when a leg swings over me and Adrian’s ass is nearly in my face. Reflexively, I put my palms to his cheeks, then pull back, embarrassed. I’m about to ask him what he thinks he’s doing until I realize the weight’s being lifted off of me.
“Safety.” I’m confused, still piecing together the last few moments. “Safety!" He barks out. I snap out of it and put the lever back in place.
Adrian swings his leg back over. He offers me his hand. Normally, I wouldn’t take it, maybe because of a need for defiance or just not wanting to touch him. But I’m shaky and this machine, while it might be safe now, just tried to snap both my legs. I’m eager to get off of it.
Taking his hand, he pulls me forcefully upwards, making me smack into his sweaty chest. My palms rest against his carved biceps and I feel the flex of them beneath my fingers. Something about his muscled body pressed against me and the adrenaline of what just happened makes me lose my damn mind. Again.