20. Wes
Chapter twenty
Wes
I stand on the balcony of the loft, the distant cries of seagulls and the soothing sound of crashing waves of the bay reach my ears. Layne lies in our bed, still asleep. Our bed. This place will be the home we share, making memories and building a family, if she wants that. It is five in the morning and the bay is already busy. I shudder as the cool breeze sweeps past me, I stand out here in nothing but a shirt and my boxers briefs. The sound of the door opening catches my attention. Layne’s bare feet patter across the wood floor. I bring a cigarette to my lips and click the lighter, the orange glow illuminating my face.
“Good morning, Ma Petite Mort ,“ I turn to the side, kissing her shoulder, “Did you sleep okay?” My eyes linger as I catch sight of her messy braids and sleepy eyes, she wears one of my shirts and nothing else.
Adorable.
“Yes, I did.” She scoots closer to me. My arm wraps around her waist and pulls her into my side. She smells like home, sweet jasmine and me. Layne has consumed my life for almost 4 months, and now she is here. She is mine .
Today is the day I give her my last name. I sent my uncle a text after Layne fell asleep last night confirming that everything will be ready. I was able to get my parents a red-eye flight, letting them know that we’re getting married. They didn’t even hesitate. I don’t want to waste time dating when I know that she’s the only woman for me. My uncle will officiate our union. “Are you ready for today?”
My question makes her brow furrow. Her hand cups my cheek, and she stands on her tiptoes to kiss my nose. “Why, Mr. Larimore, are you asking if I am getting cold feet?” Layne’s adorable giggle fills the air. I finish my cigarette and flick the butt over the railing.
“Baby, you need an ashtray,” she whines as she looks over the railing. “There have to be hundreds of butts down there. Think about the birds.”
Baby, she called me baby.
I’ll be honest, I half expected her to tell me I needed to quit smoking. “No telling me to quit, Ma Petite Mort ? Just ‘think of the birds’.”
Layne’s laughter fills the air as she responds to my question. “No, baby. I’m not gonna tell you to quit. If we end up having kids, no smoking around them though. Does that work?”
How did my crazy ass get so lucky?
“Yeah baby, it does.”
We walk back inside, and Layne makes her way into the bathroom while I head to the kitchen. I already laid out a towel and toiletries for her. “Wes,” she calls to me. I round the corner and she is buck naked. “Do you want to shower with me?” She doesn’t have to ask me twice! I strip my shirt and underwear off, scooping them up to toss them in the hamper. In the bathroom, Layne reaches in and turns the hot water on.
Full blast. Hell water. Get used to it Wes… you’re signing up for this. You wanna shower with her, tough it out.
We both stand under the hot spray of the shower, and it takes only seconds for us to become entangled. “Everything about you is so fucking addictive, Layne. You’re the drug I never knew I needed. I’ll gladly stay high on you for the rest of my life.” My lips dance across the supple skin of her throat. I bite and draw it into my mouth.
“No, no hickies. We’re getting married today.” She protests, shifting her neck away. I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing with gentle pressure and she levels her gaze with mine.
“ Ma Petite Mort , hickies are beautiful. They are the only mark made on our skin that is from love and affection, rather than hate. This is my way of letting the world know that I adore you.“ Layne rolls her eyes at my words. “You doubt my words, baby?” I squeeze a little more.
She mouths, “No.”
I let go of her throat, lifting her up and pushing her back into the tile wall. The urge to bury myself inside her is overwhelming. I wrap my arms underneath her thighs, so her weight rests on my forearms. “Put me inside you, baby.” Layne reaches between us, gliding her hand down my stomach. She grabs my cock and lines me up with her entrance, already slick with her arousal.
She coats the tip and as I thrust in, we both gasp, reveling in the feeling of being one again. “I’ll never tire of your pussy, Ma Petite Mort . Jesus, you’re fucking strangling my cock, baby.“ Her lips find mine and we melt into each other. Only breaking to murmur, “I love you” and “Don’t stop.” Layne’s hands run through my wet hair, fisting a handful. She gives a firm tug as her orgasm crashes over her. Her back arches off the wall, and I pick up my pace, chasing my orgasm. “Thats is baby, come for me.”
I come inside her, collapsing into her up against the wall. The release from both of us drips onto the shower floor as I pull back. “We need to get cleaned up. Then we can head over to your apartment and get whatever you want to bring here. I have some totes I’ll bring with us to pack.” I put her back down, getting the soap to wash her. “Then you can let the pizza maker know you’re moving out.” My fingers massage the soap into her scalp .
“Okay.” She says, just like that, no fight or anything. Layne groans as my fingers apply just the right amount of pressure to her scalp.
“Whatever you don’t want to bring, we can figure it out later.” I rinse off the soap from her hair and body. I wrap my arms around her from behind and stand under the hot water with her. But Layne has other ideas as she helps me wash, her soft hands lingering on my abs, her fingers itching to touch me. “No more, Ma Petite Mort , let’s wait until after the ceremony.“ She nods and exits the shower.
On the bed, she discovers the pair of sweats and an oversized shirt. I pull on a pair of clean jeans. “These are for you,” I say as I pull a Metallica shirt over my head. “I figure you can change clothes at your apartment.” She slips into my clothes, and I catch the slight smile on her face as she wraps her arms around herself. We walk back to the kitchen and I hand her a bottle of water and hold up a muffin and a banana. She takes the muffin.
We’re gonna have to actually go grocery shopping. Kinda need food in the place when it’s more than just you, Wes.
Behind the wheel of the car, I eat the banana, resisting the urge to chuck the peel out the window. The stack of totes slide around in the backseat as I put the car in reverse. After a short drive, I pull into the alley next to the pizza shop. She hops out and rushes to the door, unlocking it and holding it open as I carry the totes up the stairwell, then runs up behind me to unlock the apartment door.
We enter and I glance around, taking in the sight before me. So many nights spent here, watching her; uninvited. Now I stand here, getting ready to help her pack so she can come and live with me. It’s mind-boggling. I set the totes down and follow her into the back of the apartment. “I think I’ll put clothes in one tote and towels/bathroom stuff in another.” She stands back and plots out how she wants to attack this. Her phone buzzes in her pocket. “It’s Atlas,” the screen lights up as she checks his message.
“He has the dress already.” She says, surprise in her voice .
“Does he sleep? It’s like six-forty-five.” I run my hand through my hair, curls starting to form as my hair air dries. I have a feeling Atlas is going to drive me crazy, one of those “she was mine first” types, but Layne loves him, so I’m going to have to learn to tolerate him.
Layne turns to face me and responds, “He’s very…resourceful. He has friends all over the city. The shop owner opened early so he could pick it up.”
“Well, that’s nice of them.” I take clothes out of her drawers and start putting them in the totes. I pull out the black bodysuit I bought for her and hold it up. Catching my gaze she chuckles, “Atlas thinks he’s funny.”
“Atlas, huh?” I raise an eyebrow. “No crotchless underwear then?”
Layne’s eyes widen. “Oh my god it was you?!”
I crack up, “A lot of things were me, baby.”
Layne pulls out some black leggings, and a worn Alice in Chains shirt, changing into them. Over the next few hours, we packed a good portion of her things. All her clothes and bathroom essentials, I’ve been back to the loft to drop stuff off a few times. On my third trip, my phone buzzes. The tracker I have on Layne’s father shows he is near our downtown district, bar hopping.
Dude, it’s still morning.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter to myself as I climb back into the car. He’s never been this close to her and that leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach. I speed back to her at the apartment and as I back into the alley; I see she has the rest of the totes downstairs waiting for me. The heaviest of all of them being all her books and music. She’s outside talking with the pizza maker. The smug son of a bitch is standing a little too close to her for my liking. I throw the car into park and hop out and as I make my way over to them; I catch their conversation .
“So I got a text from Atlas last night, where he asked if you guys could have a post-wedding get-together at the pizza shop. Who’s getting hitched?” He chuckles. “Is it Atlas?”
Layne stutters, averting her gaze and meeting my eyes. She smirks, turning back to him, “Me.”
He laughs. The motherfucker laughs at her. I move towards her to stand by her side. He stiffens as he takes in my protective stance next to her. I must look pretty intimidating because his demeanor changes.
“Wait? You’re serious?” With a perplexed look on his face, he sizes me up as if to determine if he could take me on.
Definitely not, I’d drop your ass so fast you wouldn’t even know what hit you. Try me.
“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.” The color drains from his face as he looks me over again.
“Roman, this is my fiancé, Wes. We’re getting married later today.” I love the sound of my name on her lips. It’s even better when she moans it.
Roman’s face flushes with anger because he realizes I stole any shot he thinks he had at being with Layne or fucking her at least. “Chica, are you sure about this? I’ve never even seen you with this guy?”
Okay, this guy is officially pissing me off. I want to punch this asshole in the face.
“Very sure. Look, I get if it’s uncomfortable for us to do it here.” Roman’s face turns to a frown. He’s got a soft spot for my girl.
“It’s fine. As long as you’re happy,” he smiles back at her. “As long as he’s good to you, that’s all I care about.”
All I care about. Pshh, I still want to hit him. My hand twitches, begging to connect with his smug fucking face.
He extends his hand out to me. “Congratulations. You’ve got an amazing girl.” I already know that .
Layne looks at me and narrows her eyes. I’ll play nice with the pizza maker. “Thanks, man! I’m just glad that I finally convinced her to move in. Day of the wedding and last minute, but better than never.”
Roman’s face drops. “Oh, you’re moving out too?” His voice cracks, restraining his disappointment.
Layne elbows me in the side, letting me know her displeasure in my spilling the beans. “Yeah. I know I’m month to month, and I can cover next month, so you guys have time to rent it out.”
While they’re going back and forth about the apartment, I check my watch and it’s already eleven. Only four and a half hours until we’re married. “I hate to butt in, but we have only a few hours before the ceremony. Would you text us if there is anything you need for later?” Roman sneers but nods and congratulates Layne again. I take her hand and walk her back to the car. After getting her situated, I put the rest of the totes in.
“I don’t like that guy,” pulling out of the alley and staring at him from the rearview mirror, “I have a strange feeling that he would have pushed you too far someday.”
Layne scoffs at my words, “No, he wouldn’t have. Atlas always said that he was in love with me. I just never saw Roman that way.” My sweet, na?ve love. The drive is silent with the exception of Layne humming along to the music from the radio. We pull back onto the warehouse property, gravel crunching under the tires. She looks up at the loft as I pull around to the doors.
“Do you think we can expand this place? We would need more space if we have kids. You know actual bedrooms, and another bathroom. Somewhere for them to play.”
I turn to look at her, grinning from ear to ear. “You keep bringing up these hypothetical children. Is the idea growing on you, baby?” Please fucking say yes, because there is nothing more that I want then to see her perfect body round with our baby. My cock twitches in my jeans.
Whoa there, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Let’s go get married, celebrate, and then, while you’re balls deep inside me later tonight, we can revisit this conversation.” She flashes me a bright smile as she gets out of the car.
We don’t need to revisit the conversation. Layne is going to be having all my babies someday, soon. I know it and so does she.