Chapter 16 #2
I was tired of fighting this, fighting the inevitable. I needed to feel something other than the shame Stewart made me feel. And Weston had always made me feel safe and desired. Cherished and loved.
And the longer I stood here with his hands on me, the more I wanted that feeling. Wanted him.
I climbed into Delilah’s Jeep, not daring to look at anyone as Weston ran to the other side, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“You wreck my car, Weston Tate, and I’ll rip your dick off,” she said before he could shut the door. “After you use it on my bestie, of course.”
“Oh my God.” I slid down my seat, covering my face in mortification. “I can never show my face in this town again.” Weston only laughed and peeled out of the parking lot, his hand on my thigh.
“You okay?” he asked once we were on the main road towards Golden Circle.
I intertwined our hands. “I am now.” And just like he had last night, and hundreds of other times before, he brought my hand to his lips and kissed my hand.
It was nothing, and yet it meant everything.
Neither one of us spoke after that, content in the silence. But by the time we skidded to a stop in front of his house, I was anything but content. I was desperate for him in a way I’d never felt before. I wanted to climb over into the driver’s seat and ride him until he couldn’t see straight.
The air was so thick I could hardly breathe, the tension so tight it felt like it could snap at any second. He put Delilah’s Jeep in park and let out a long, shaky breath as if he felt it too.
Next thing I knew, I was crawling over the center console, my lips latched onto Weston’s.
He groaned low and deep as I straddled him, a sound of relief I felt in the marrow of my bones.
He was already rock hard, his kisses urgent and messy and full of pent-up longing.
Each one carrying the weight of every year we’d spent apart.
My head lolled back as he kissed down my neck and along my chest, leaving his mark. “I’ve been wanting to do this all fucking day,” he rasped against my skin, kneading my breasts in his hands. “All decade, actually.”
“More,” I groaned, rocking my hips into his.
Fabric shredding filled the car. I looked down, a shaky breath leaving me. He had ripped my shirt straight down the middle. He lowered his face between the valley of my breasts, and I shuddered as he ran his tongue in a long, hot swipe along my sternum.
Weston’s hands were scorching as they slid along my ribs and to my back, my bra clasp undone in a half second. “That used to take you a lot longer,” I chuckled breathily.
“Been mentally preparing for this for a decade, Savannah,” he murmured between teasing licks and kisses along my neck that made me shiver. “Nothing could stop me from getting you naked tonight.”
Heat pooled between my legs. I shrugged my shirt off, my bra following quickly. Normally, I’d be nervous baring myself to someone like this, wondering what they’d think of my body. But not with Wes. Never with Wes.
He licked his lips, eyes lust-filled and locked on my chest. “Jesus Christ, how did they get better?” he groaned, lowering his mouth to one of my nipples.
I leaned back, moaning, and jumped when the car horn went off, making him laugh. “Inside, Wes,” I panted. “Take me inside.”
We were a mess of staggering steps and sloppy kisses as we made it across the threshold, unable to part for even a second. He scooped me up into his arms, making me yelp. “Your shoulder!”
“Don’t care,” he said, voice gruff, kicking the door shut behind him as he walked us through the house. He took the stairs two at a time while I nipped and kissed his neck, my hands tangled in his hair.
He tossed me onto his bed, taking his shirt off while he climbed on top of me in one fluid motion.
And it just might’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
His bare chest against mine had heat blooming beneath my skin.
Like catching on fire and coming home at once.
I reached between us, ripping at his jeans until I could slip my hand through.
“Oh fuck, Sav,” he choked out when I reached into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking hard. He was hot and heavy in my hand. Familiar yet different, but perfect all the same.
Because he was mine.
“I’ve missed this,” I whispered against his lips, moving faster. “Missed you, missed your perfect cock, missed everything.”
Wes’s eyes rolled shut with a groan, his forehead resting on mine. I kissed him softly, moaning when he started to fuck my hand with slow, harsh thrusts; a promise of what was to come.
I was too focused on him to notice he’d popped the button on my shorts until his hand was sliding past the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a ragged breath as his fingers glided along my pussy, soft yet sure. “You’re dripping, angel.”
“Yes.” I gasped when he slid two fingers in knuckle deep.
“And so fucking tight,” he gritted, voice thick with need.
He ripped his jeans and boxers off one-handed, pumping the other against me until I was a whimpering mess. I’d somehow forgotten just how good it was with him, how he instinctively knew how to work my body to make me feel the most pleasure.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I cried out, fisting the comforter.
“Say my name,” he ordered. Not with dominance, but desperation. Almost as if he needed to know this was real. “Every time you come tonight, you’re gonna scream my name, so everyone knows who you belong to.”
I moaned at his words, loving how possessive—how right—they were. His thumb landed on my clit, and with two swipes, I was lost. My back arched off the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me, Wes’s name nothing more than a choked cry.
I melted into the bed, breathing hard as my orgasm faded. A whimper left me when he pulled his fingers out, but it died on my tongue when he sucked them clean. Naked.
I bit my lip, feeling the same excited anticipation now that I did the first time I saw him naked. But I guess, in a way, this was the first time all over again.
Wes only smirked and hooked his hands in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down along with my panties. And when I was fully naked, spread out before him, he froze, staring.
I propped myself up on my elbows, breathing hard. “Baby?”
“I just never thought I’d have this again,” he rasped. “I want to savor it. You.”
My heart skipped a beat. I stood, sliding my hands up his strong, heaving chest. “I know what you mean,” I said, and turned him, pushing him down onto the bed slowly.
He watched my every move as I climbed between his spread legs. “Let me savor you,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. A rush of air left him as I lowered my mouth to his cock, running my tongue along his length in one thick swipe.
His whole body shuddered, cock twitching. I grinned, doing it again. “Savannah,” he breathed, his hand going to my hair.
“You better not come,” I warned, swirling my tongue around the tip. “There’s only one place you’re coming tonight.” Just the thought had me rubbing my thighs together.
“Oh God,” he groaned, his abs flexing as I took him into my mouth fully.
His grip tightened in my hair when he hit the back of my throat.
His hips jerked, pushing deeper. I moaned, loving the way his control was fraying.
He grabbed another handful of my hair. “Sounds like you want me to fuck that pretty face.”
My eyes rolled shut, and I moaned again, nodding. Something in him snapped then, a side of him I’d never seen as he started to fuck my mouth, his grip on my hair like reins. Our sex before had always been amazing, but tender, as if he were afraid he would break me.
That version of him apparently didn’t exist anymore.
Wes fucked my mouth until he was gasping, until spit ran down my chin and my eyes watered. He pulled me back by my hair, both of us breathing hard. “Any more and I’ll come down your throat.”
I looked up at him, licking my lips at the thought. “Next time,” I rasped and climbed up his body, straddling his hips. Because there was definitely going to be a next time. So many next times.
Chills pebbled my skin as he ran his hands up my sides, his eyes hungry with need. “I think I like this new bossy version of you,” he said, grinning.
I arched a brow, smirking. “You think?” His breath hitched as I dragged my pussy along his cock.
His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass. “I know,” he corrected. I gasped when he pulled me against him harder. “I know I love it.”
I reached between us, lining him up with my entrance. “Wait,” he said, and I stopped, teasing both of us by running his tip over my clit. “I need a condom. We always—fuck—we always used them.”
I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was love. Not blind lust, like I was any other girl. Just my Wes, who knew every part of me and wanted me anyway.
And I’d never felt safer or more cherished in my life.
“No condom,” I said, lowering myself down finally. “Want you bare, baby.”
He let out a strangled groan, his head falling back to the bed. My jaw dropped at the stretch, at the completeness that settled within me once I was full of him. It felt like he was claiming every piece of me, and I didn’t want a single one back.
“Wes,” I whined as I lifted up and dropped down roughly, making him bottom out. His grip on my hips was ironclad, eyes locked on me as I rode him quickly. Every thrust was pure bliss, pushing me closer to the edge.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped. “I love you so much.”
I fell on top of him, my lips brushing his as I said, “I love you.”
Weston’s eyes drifted shut, his hands shaking as he brushed my hair back and kissed me, pouring every ounce of love and need into it. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I whispered between whimpers as he drove up into me. “I love you more than anything. Always have.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted.
I met him thrust for thrust. “Please,” I begged, my voice high-pitched and needy. Just the thought of him not pulling out, of claiming me like that, sent me over the edge. “Oh God, Wes.” My body shook, my toes curling while I came.
He stilled, gasping. He was gorgeous as he came, his gaze locked with mine, my name on his lips. One of the sexiest things I’d ever seen by far.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us sweat-slicked and breathless. I felt weightless, boneless, as he held me. As if there weren’t any parts of me left because he was carrying them all. “That was…”
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
I smiled softly. “Yeah, it was holy shit.” It wasn’t just sex. It was me finally stopping running. Finally choosing him. Choosing us.
Wes rolled us over to our sides, our legs tangled together. He ran his hand up and down my side. Almost as if he were making sure I was actually here. His eyes met mine, looking unsure. It was the last way I expected him to look at me after sex like that. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you mean it?”
It took me a minute to realize what he was asking about. “Yes, I meant it.” I brushed his hair back, stroking his cheek. “I love you, Weston. I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you.”
His eyes drifted shut, his hand going to mine just like last night. Wrapping a protective arm around my waist, he pulled me in closer and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I love you, too,” he whispered against my skin, and I felt truly content for the first time in years.
I just hoped it would last.