22. Wes
Chapter twenty-two
Wes
I walk into the kitchen a few hours later, replaying the conversation Hadley and I had earlier. For probably the millionth time.
I know I did the right thing walking away from her, but I also know that, even though she claimed she wasn’t affected by our kiss, she was. I saw the way she reacted.
Why she won’t let me make her feel good, let me show her how good we could be together, is beyond me. But I’ll be patient. I’ll give her as much time as she needs, but Operation Woo Hadley is officially a go. I’ll show her I’m different from the assholes she’s dated.
That I’m better. That we are meant to be. Because if there’s one thing I’ve figured out while spending time with her over the last few weeks, it’s that she’s mine, and I’m hers. We’re endgame. I’ve been patient this long. I can be patient a little while longer.
Maybe I should take another cold shower or go for a run. Something to burn this energy off. As I’m contemplating my life choices while drinking a glass of water, I hear a sound, a buzzing sound to be exact.
What is that? It’s not the alarm system. Is it the TV? Maybe it’s the fridge. Is it coming from outside? Or maybe Hadley’s phone is on vibrate?
I set my empty cup down and move around the kitchen, eventually determining that the sound isn’t coming from in here.
I go into the living room, and it gets louder. My eyes widen as I stride down the hallway, following the noise to where it’s coming from—Hadley’s room.
What the—oh?
Shit.
Is that?
I stare at her door like I suddenly have X-ray vision and can see what’s going on in there. I imagine she’s lying in bed naked, her toy between her legs, making herself feel good.
My cock is instantly hard.
I should walk away. Go back to my bedroom. Give her privacy.
But I don’t, not when I swear I hear her moan my name.
“Hadley,” I rasp out, tapping on the door.
The buzzing stops.
“What, Weston?” she says, her voice breathy.
“Can I come in?”
The warning lights start going off in my head; this is a bad idea, but I ignore them. I know I’m thinking with my cock right now, but I can’t help it. If she says no, I’ll walk away, go to my room, and forget this happened.
“Yes.”
My heart skips a beat at that one word. Before I can analyze what this means for our relationship, I open the door and walk in. The lamp on the nightstand is on, bathing the room in soft light.
The sight of Hadley lying on the bed, the sheet barely covering her, her face flushed, and her chest heaving, takes my breath away. Her left hand clutches the sheet to her chest, and her other hand is hidden under the covers, probably holding the vibrator.
“Did you need something, Weston Daniel?” she asks, her gaze roaming over my body, and I know the minute she notices my hard cock pushing against my shorts because her face flushes even more.
I clear my throat. “I was in the kitchen getting a drink of water when I heard a vibrating sound. I thought it was an appliance or the TV at first. But nope. Turns out it was coming from your room, Hadley Jane. Do you know anything about that?”
She peers up at me for a beat before letting out a bark of laughter.
She shifts, causing the sheet to drop lower so I can see the thin straps of her shirt. “I’ve been on edge tonight. Needed to dull the ache since a shower earlier didn’t help. Figured you’d be asleep already.”
“Do you want help?”
“I got it,” she whispers after a beat. “But do you want to watch? You know, in case I require assistance.”
“I—” I swallow, my throat feeling parched.
Is she really asking me to watch her masturbate?
Am I into that?
I don’t know. I’ve never watched anyone pleasure themselves or had anyone watch me.
“I’ve never done it either,” she whispers, as if sensing why I’m hesitating.
“Y-yes,” I finally manage to say.
She tips her chin to the chair that’s in the corner across from the bed, currently holding a pile of laundry. I walk over to it, scoop up the clothes, and deposit them on the ground. Hope they were dirty. If not, I will happily wash them for her. With the chair cleared, I take a seat.
She pushes the sheet down to reveal her half-naked body.
From my spot, I’ve got the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy.
I have to pinch my lips together to keep myself from whimpering.
I want to touch her. Be the one to make her feel good.
Feel her pussy clench around my fingers while I bring her to orgasm.
But that’s not what’s happening right now.
This is her show. I’m here to watch. Until she tells me otherwise.
Gripping the armrest, I take a few deep breaths.
She moves her left hand, and I notice the small green vibrator she’s holding.
With a push of the button, she turns it back on and guides it between her legs, a huff leaving her mouth when it makes contact with her clit.
She grinds against it, her other hand going to her breast that’s covered by the thinnest shirt.
It might as well be see-through because I can see her nipples poking through.
“Weston,” she whispers. “I’m so close. Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”
“You want to watch me stroke my cock while you pleasure yourself?” I ask, my hand already going to my dick pressing against my shorts.
“Yes.”
I might overthink this moment later tonight or tomorrow, but right now, I’m not thinking, just doing what she asks. Because I’d do anything for her. We are most certainly not analyzing that now.
I lift off the chair enough to push my shorts and boxers down my legs, then fist my cock and stroke myself a few times.
Her eyes flutter shut.
“Eyes on me,” I rasp, staring at her as I stroke myself harder.
She does as she’s told, moving her hips faster against her vibrator. I’m not going to last long. I was already amped up when I came in here.
“You’re so big. I wonder if I could fit you in my mouth.”
My girl’s a dirty talker? That makes me even harder.
“Do you want to find out?”
“Yes.”
“Next time. Right now, I’m going to watch you come on your toy while you imagine it’s my cock.”
“Wes,” she whimpers, and I about come at the sound of my name. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.” My balls tighten, and the familiar tingle at the base of my spine starts. I need her to come now, because I can’t hold off for much longer. “Come for me, tornado. Let me see you.”
“Fuck, Wes.” Her hips buck faster against her vibrator. “Yessss,” she yells, coming undone.
I can’t stop watching her as she falls apart. I try to stave off my own orgasm so I can enjoy the view of her coming, but I can’t.
“Aghh. Fuck, yes, Hadley,” I yell, shooting cum all over my stomach.
Stars dance at the edge of my vision. I let go of my spent cock and slump back, my eyes closed.
The vibrating stops, and I open my eyes to find her sitting up in bed, staring at me.
“That was hot, Wes. So very fucking hot.”
My heart skips a beat at her calling me Wes instead of Weston. Are we finally making progress? I mean, I assume we are, since we just watched each other come.
“It was,” I mumble, reaching over to grab my shorts, which I use to wipe my chest, stomach, and hand as best as I can. I pull my briefs back on, stand up, and walk over to her.
“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning over and brushing my lips against hers.
I force myself to stand and turn toward the doorway even though all I want to do is climb into bed next to her. Hold her close to me as we fall asleep together. But we’re not there yet.
“Sleep well,” I say over my shoulder as I step into the hallway and pull the door closed behind me.