Chapter 44 Rosie #2
“Not the worst date I’ve ever had, Rosie. It’s really no harm no foul.”
“It’s literally 7:45 p.m. and you’re going home.” His face showed no hint of irritation or that he cared much at all—the second guy I’d met where I told myself, maybe in another life.
“I like to be in bed by 8 p.m. anyway.” He winked at me. “Just answer me one question. All night, I’ve tried to figure out why he’s looking at you like that. Why it is that you’re looking at him like you are, and yet you’re here with me.”
“It was complicated.”
“Was?” Jackson asked.
“I think I’m ready to uncomplicate it.” He gave me a knowing smirk.
“He’s a lucky guy.” He went to pull on the jacket he had taken off before we danced. “Even though you were here with the wrong date, I had an enlightening time.” He moved to hug me, and I returned his embrace.
“Drive safely,” I called after his retreating figure.
I watched him leave, and then I turned to scope out the place—for real, this time.
There were more couples on the dance floor now, and the table where everyone was talking seemed to have dispersed into separate groups.
I saw Megan and Lake also on the dance floor.
Carol was at the bar, and the ladies were mixed about in the crowd.
Who I didn’t see, though, was Wesley. I reached for my phone in my purse, pulled it out, and went to open our thread for the first time in forever.
“Are you free for a dance?” Wesley’s voice was hesitant, unsure, letting me know the decision was mine.
I exhaled the bubbling anxiety building in my chest.
“Yes,” I told him. He guided me to the dance floor, where, thankfully, “In my life” by The Beatles was crooning over the DJ’s speakers. The words really hit home, and I felt the air around us thicken.
He pulled me as close as he possibly could, and I settled my head on his chest since he was so much taller than I was, my fingers threading together behind his neck. We both released deep breaths at the same time, and I hid my upturned lips in his chest as we melded together.
“The corsage—thank you,” I told him.
“Mmm,” he said, and pulled me closer to him, if that were even possible. “Vanilla and coconut. My favorite.” I settled into him further because it was suddenly clear to me.
“Are you having a good night?” I asked softly.
“The best now,” He placed his head on top of mine, and I swore I heard him sniffing me.
“Uh…Wesley, what are you doing?”
“Getting my fix before your date comes back.”
“My date left.” The words barely left my mouth before I was almost stumbling back, about to get grumpy from the loss of Wesley’s body from mine.
“What happened? Did he hurt you?” If it were possible for steam to come out of someone’s ears, it would have been flying out of Wesley’s by that point.
“No! No, nothing like that, I promise.” I tugged on his arm to bring him back to me.
“Rosie…”
“I want to be here with you. We can figure out all the details later.”
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“Will you sit, Rosie? I’m trying to get your shoes off here,” Wesley told me as he placed me back on my sofa. I fell into a fit of giggles. I was at the tipsy point of the evening—the good kind of tipsy. The one that was a mix of alcohol, dancing with friends, and a perfect ending to the night.
Once Jackson had left, I got a few side-eye glances from Orla and Jeanie.
But once Wesley started to rock the chicken dance, all was forgotten, and they gave me their own nods of approval throughout the evening.
The only one who remained annoyingly tight-lipped about her feelings on the matter was Maggie.
“Finally. Got it.” He slid the heels off my feet and tossed them to the side.
“Wesley…” We both realized at that moment that he was kneeling in front of me, and it was a heady experience, his hand still holding part of my ankle. I felt the way his touches were featherlight.
“Rosie…you can’t look at me like that.” He groaned, but he kept lightly touching my ankles, and worked his way down to massage my feet. I said a silent thanks to Carol, who had demanded that I shave my legs.
“But I want to look at you like this.” I moaned when he hit a particularly sore spot, and I looked down at him again.
“You can’t do that. Not at all.”
I started to slide from the sofa into his lap on the ground. “Rosie…we should talk about this. You’ve been drinking.”
“I know what I want,” I tell him. “And I had three glasses of wine.”
“That equals a tipsy Rosie.”
“Not drunk. Fully capable of all my bodily functions.” I touched my fingers to my nose to make a point.
“We have things to talk about.” His words said one thing, but the way his body was leaning into mine said another, and I started to rotate my hips on his lap, desperately seeking the friction I needed. “We should have those conversations first…I…” He moaned as I swiveled.
“Rosie, baby, can you wait just one second? I only have so much control.” I pouted at his words, especially since I felt his erection between my thighs. He was exactly where I needed him to be. Maybe I could just… I lifted myself up a bit and glided down again.
He growled into the space between us and crashed his lips to mine in a punishing kiss. He pulled away from me briefly, but continued to nip at my lips as he kept talking. “I need you to tell me that you’re all in, Rosie, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
I let it all out in one breath. “I’m yours, Wesley. I’m all in. Always have been. The rest is just details.”
At my confirmation, he closed the little distance between us, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him as he stood up. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, my head titled back as he kissed a trail down my neck as he walked us toward my room.
“Wait! Where is Lionel?” he asked in a panic. “He can’t see this.”
“Larry’s. He’s at Larry’s.”
“Thank fuck.”
He kicked my door open. I was still wrapped around him, and his breath on that spot behind my ear was sending shivers racing across my skin.
“Wesley…” I breathed, craving more, needing him closer.
He threw me onto the bed. I could see the desire swirling in his eyes, and it made my heart race even faster. “Are you sure about this?” he asked again, his voice thick with need.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I replied.
My hands traveled up his torso as he towered over me, and he leaned down.
My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer.
Our lips crashed together, and I melted against him, my fingers tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss.
He slowly and deliberately unzipped my dress from the side.
It slipped off my shoulders first, exposing my breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down my side. My skin felt like it was on fire from where he was touching me. I arched into him, urging him on.
“Wesley.” I shivered, my body thrumming with desire. I could feel my wetness as it pooled at my core and dripped onto my thighs. The need I felt was all-consuming, and I started to become desperate, clawing at his clothes.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Everything. All of it. Need you.” I begged through soft whimpers as he kissed a path across my collarbones, pulling the rest of my dress down as he went.
It was all the encouragement Wesley needed before he lowered his head to my breast. He took his time, trailing soft kisses along the swell of my cleavage before capturing one of my nipples between his lips.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak.
Pleasure surged through me, and I found myself begging again.
Each flick of his tongue sent waves of heat radiating through me. I pulled his hair. “Stop teasing me.”
“It’s just the beginning, Rosie.”
He continued his descent down my body, circling his tongue around my belly button.
“Wesley, please.” His breath was warm against me, and he wasted no time after my plea.
He slowly licked me from opening to clit.
I bucked off the bed at the sensation, grinding my pussy into his face.
He nibbled on my skin. “Holy shit. I’m going to come.
” At my words, he moved two fingers inside me and made a come here motion with them that caused me to gush my release all over him and my sheets.
“You taste so fucking good, like coconut and vanilla. Rosie.” He pulled his fingers out from inside me and put them in his mouth, moaning around them.
My pussy spasmed at the sight, and I licked my lips.
Wesley kept his eyes trained on me and his fingers in his mouth as he continued to suck my juices from them.
He stood before me in just his dress pants, and I swore time slowed as he unzipped the zipper and slid them down his muscular thighs.
He wasted no time on stepping out of his pants, and his boxer briefs came next.
His cock looked angry at the tip, and pre-cum was leaking everywhere.
“I almost came on the floor when I tasted you for the first time, Rosie.” He stroked himself from base to tip.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He used his thumb to spread some of the pre-cum over the head of his erection.
“I’m clean,” I told him as he continued to stroke himself.
“So am I. Do you have a condom?” he asked.
“We don’t need one. I’m on the shot. I don’t want anything between us. Not anymore. Please.” I lay down, but kept my head to the left and my eyes on him. I opened my thighs wide.
“Please what, Rosie?” he asked as he grabbed a hold of my ankles and pulled me toward the end of the bed to where he was. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I cried out as he slid his cock between my wet folds.
“And what else?” He continued to slide between my lips.
I was mewling and scratching at his chest, chanting, “Please.” I didn’t understand what he was asking me.
“Whose are you?” He ground on my pussy again.
“Yours. I’m yours.”
“Good girl, baby. You’re mine, and I am yours.
” He slid his shaft into me in one agonizingly slow stroke, not stopping until he bottomed out inside me.
“You feel so good, Rosie. So good.” He lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around him as he buried one hand into my hair and pulled so my neck was exposed to him.
His grunts and moans in my ear as he continued to rut into me were my undoing as I orgasmed again all over his dick.
My release seemed to spur him on. “Can I come inside you, Rosie?”
I chanted my permission into his shoulder as he pulled my mouth to his, moaned into my mouth, and sucked on my tongue as I felt him spasm inside me.
He stayed on top of me, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re perfect. That was—” Wesley was breathless as he said those words.
“Perfect,” I finished for him.
“It was so much more than that,” he told me as he rolled us over and placed me on his chest. “So much more.”