Chapter 26 #2
“Fuck you.” He’s such a dork, but I want him so much, just like this. I don’t care what happens in the future, but I know I want Wes. He is my future. I almost tell him, but I don’t want him to think I’m saying the words because I just came my brains out.
“I should go clean up,” Wes sighs, pressing a quick kiss against my lips.
I tighten my hold around him. “No, not yet.”
He squirms in my arms, giggling, his voice lofty and happy. “But I’m a sticky mess.”
“Not gonna happen,” I grunt. “Want you like this, sticky or not.” Sleep pulls at me, and the idea of Wes leaving my arms, this bed, after what we just did feels wrong.
“Babe…” Wes sighs into my chest, his voice so tender. “I’m not gonna go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
“No.” I sling my leg over his thigh, and I feel him giving in, melting against me.
“Okay,” he whispers against my forehead, his fingers caressing my nape. “But you’ll be sorry in the morning when we’re all crusty and gross.”
I don’t think Wes understands. I won’t ever be sorry about anything that involves him. I may have many regrets, but loving Wes won’t ever be one of them. And right now, the idea of letting him go is unbearable.
“Shhh,” I say against his ear, and he shivers. “Let’s sleep now and worry about tomorrow later.”
I wake to the feeling of a thousand butterflies nipping at my skin. I slowly blink my eyes open, and frail sunlight breaks through my curtains, caressing my face. I turn and stare into Wes’ blue eyes, and he smiles at me crookedly.
When I stretch, every bone in my body aches with the aftermath of last night. “Mornin’,” I rasp.
Wes’ smile widens. “Mornin’. How are you feeling?”
“Amazing.” I sweep my fingers through his messy hair, and he leans into my touch.
“Amazing, huh?” His smile turns into a smug grin, but I’m too happy and toasty to dig back. I just nod, then pull him in for a kiss.
“Ugh, no. I’ve got the dragon breath of all dragon breaths because someone wouldn’t let me get out of bed last night.”
“Don’t care.”
“Jett,” he laughs. “Just let me go clean up a little and brush my teeth, then I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”
I sober a little. Fuck, what’s happening to me? I’m getting too needy, aren’t I? “Okay.” I kiss his shoulder. “You’ve got five minutes, and I’m timing you.”
He snorts, then salutes me. “Yes, Coach.” His eyes go wide. “Shit, why’s that so fucking hot?”
“Because I’m a hot coach?”
“For sure.” Wes bites his lip. “Maybe I could be your naughty student who showed up late for practice. Then you’d have to put me in my place. You know, make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
My dick hardens, really liking that image. “And how would I do that?”
“You could have me do my stretches naked, then bend me over the bench and fuck me.”
“Holy shit.”
“Right out in the open where everyone could see me.” I’m not an exhibitionist, but for some reason this is the sexiest fucking thing ever. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.” I’m rock hard now, my dick poking into Wes’ stomach.
He leans in and ghosts his lips against my chin. “Five minutes, babe. Don’t forget to count.” Then he slips out of bed, cackling loudly when I groan, “You tease!”
I ogle his bouncy ass on the way to the bathroom. As if he can read my mind, he shakes it teasingly. I laugh at his antics. I roll onto my back, and there’s a faint twinge in my ass. I hope it lasts for a while, or that he’ll fuck me again before it goes away.
“Shit, Jett!” Wes yells from the bathroom. “You think I’d look good in a turtleneck?”
Turtleneck. What the fuck is he on about now? “Why?” I yell back.
“Because I didn’t know I was dating fucking Dracula.” He appears in the door and points to his neck and the pink glowing mark I left on his skin, the outline of my teeth clear as fucking daylight.
I wince. “Oops. Sor-ry.”
Wes shakes his head, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m not.” He rubs at the bruise, his eyes glued to mine, mischief sparking. “I’ll get you back, babe.” My chest soars at the thought of Wes’ mark on me somewhere everyone can see.
“You’d better,” I whisper, and his eyes widen in surprise. “Now, go brush your teeth, then come back to bed. There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet.”
He shoots a finger at me. “Gotcha!” Then closes the door.
I close my eyes, registering the toilet flushing, then Wes singing Dracula, his voice deep and raspy.
I reach for the blanket and pull it around me, smelling Wes on my sheets.
If I have it my way, we’re not leaving this bed at all today unless it’s to grab some food and drinks.
Whatever it’ll take to pacify Wes, I’ll do it, just as long as I can keep him here.
I yawn, snuggling under the blanket, my eyes drifting closed.
I shoot awake when there’s a loud clang from the bathroom, followed by a string of curses.
“You okay, baby?” I call as I get out of bed. I should brush my teeth, too, before we start our make-out marathon.
“I’m good,” he yells as I make my way across the floor.
I chuckle. “You’ll do anything to get my attention, huh? Your five minutes weren’t even up yet. So fucking impatient.” I open the door and find Wes holding a small bottle in his hand, some of my toiletries spread across the floor.
He shrugs. “Sorry. It was the time pressure.”
“It’s okay. Let me just—” I freeze the second I realize what Wes is holding. I snatch it from his hand, my heart thundering in my chest.
Wes frowns at me, then at the floor. “I’ll get this clean—”
“Get out,” I grit, clutching my shame and brokenness against my chest.
“What?” he breathes, reaching for me. “Jett, wha–”
I step back, feeling like I’m going to pass out when the ringing noise starts in my head. “Get out.”
“Babe? Are you okay?”
I try to breathe, but it’s right there, closing in on me—the tunnel vision, the panic. I raise my voice as that dreaded feeling of being in a free fall surges through me, taking over. “Get the fuck out of my bathroom!”
Hurt flashes in Wes’ eyes, like I just slapped him across the face, but I don’t care.
I just need him gone. I knew letting him in was a mistake, and now the universe is screaming it back at me.
You can’t have him. You are too fucked up to have someone like him. You knew it, and now he knows it, too.
Wes glares at me. “What the hell is your problem? It was an accident.”
‘It was an accident, Dad. I didn’t mean to trip.’
‘There’s no such thing as accidents, just bad excuses.’
“You!” I snap. “You’re my fucking problem, snooping through my private stuff.”