Chapter 17
Weston
I woke up with a smile on my face, reaching over for Sav…except her side of the bed was empty. And cold.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and she was nowhere to be found.
“What the fuck?” I sat up, scrubbing my face.
Had last night been a dream? I lifted the covers.
No, last night definitely happened because I was naked, and I never slept naked.
I looked at the floor. My clothes were scattered everywhere, but Savannah’s were nowhere to be found.
My stomach hollowed out. She left. She left without saying anything.
After all of that last night. After she said she loved me and that she meant it, she just…disappeared? The blow hit me square in the chest, knocking the air out of my lungs like a fucking sledgehammer.
I let out a few heavy breaths, running my hands along my thighs so I didn’t trash my room. So I didn’t hunt her down and demand answers. So I didn’t collapse in on myself under the betrayal I felt.
I threw open my bedroom door and stomped down the hall to the bathroom to scrub away the dirty, used feeling that was making my skin crawl. Never would I have thought Sav would make me feel like this. Like I was nothing more than a good time.
When I opened the door, though, the shower was on. “Wes?” Savannah peeked out from behind the shower curtain. Her hair was slicked back, eyes squeezed shut. She wiped one eye, squinting, and smiled when she saw me.
“You’re here,” I choked out, blinking quickly. A soft breeze could’ve knocked me over, I was so relieved. And all my previous feelings evaporated like the steam that clouded the air. I felt like an idiot for doubting her.
She glanced around, confused. “Yeah? Was I not supposed to be?”
I was in front of her in two steps, cupping her face and slamming my mouth to hers.
She let out a surprised squeak and kissed me back while I backed her into the shower so I could get in.
The water was warm, but the way my blood heated when I felt Savannah’s slick body against mine was ten times hotter.
“Every morning needs to start like this,” I murmured, pressing her into the wall.
She smiled into the kiss, sliding her hands down my chest. “That could be arranged.” Her eyes were bright, her skin glowing.
She looked as good as I felt. And I couldn’t help but hope I had something to do with it.
“You smell like me.” And something about it was making my head fuzzy.
“It seemed stupid to run home and grab my stuff just to come back and shower.” She leaned back to rinse her hair. “I’m just glad you don’t use three-in-one,” she chuckled.
Sudsy water ran over her curves, and my mouth went dry at the sight. “This is the first time we’ve taken a shower together.” I loved saying together and referring to us. I always thought it’d stay a past tense thing, and had never been more pleased to be wrong.
She gave me a shy smile. “Yeah. And last night was the first time we shared a bed.”
“Not true. There was that time you snuck me in. That counts.”
“You mean that time I got too scared Tess was going to walk in my room, so I made you climb out the window?” I nearly broke my leg scaling her house, and I was only in her bed for half an hour, but it definitely counted in my book.
I pulled her against me, needing her close. “If I remember correctly, I still got a lot done before then.”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking to my mouth. “You might have to refresh my memory.”
“That right?” She nodded as I cornered her. “You don’t remember how I reached between your legs.” She let out a shaky breath as I did just that. “And made you come on my fingers?”
“No,” she whispered, barely loud enough to hear over the pounding water.
I tsked, shaking my head. “That’s a shame.” I leaned in, keeping my mouth just out of reach while I teased her. She was so wet, always so wet for me, and it did incredible things for my ego. “You looked so pretty when you came for me that night.”
Her eyes fluttered shut with a breathy moan, her chest heaving. She turned around, her legs spread and her back arched. “Fuck me, baby.”
God, help me, I hadn’t seen anything sexier than this. And I definitely didn’t need to be told twice.
My body covered hers in the corner of the shower. “You learn how to be quiet in the last decade?” I whispered in her ear. She shivered despite the hot water. I knew we were alone last night, so I wanted her loud, but I wasn’t sure now, and over my dead body would anyone hear my girl like this.
She was panting, her skin flushed, and absolutely stunning. “N-no,” she stuttered as I teased her, barely slipping the tip in. It was torture, but worth it to see how desperate she was. “Baby, please,” she whimpered, pushing back against me.
Wrapping my arm around her, I clamped my hand over her mouth and bottomed out, forcing her up onto her toes. My hand muffled her gasping moan, and I clenched my jaw, forcing mine down.
She felt like heaven, like nothing I’d ever experienced with anyone else.
She felt like mine. And I never wanted to let her go.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, pounding into her from behind, my hand tight on her hip. I fucked her hard and fast, rougher than I had last night. She took it all, whimpering against my hand, like she was made for me.
Shampoo bottles clattered to the floor as she swung out blindly, trying to hold onto something. She ended up planting a hand against the tile, bracing against me. The other slid between her legs, and just the thought of her playing with herself had me moaning into her neck.
My eyes rolled shut as she tightened around me and cried out with the intensity of her orgasm.
I bit down on her shoulder, muffling the moan that tore itself from me when I came inside her; a feeling I’d never get used to.
It was a level of closeness I’d never had before.
A claiming that the caveman part of my brain absolutely loved.
My hand dropped from her mouth, and I shut the water off. We were breathing hard, and I was trying to remember how to form words. “That gave me deja vu, kinda,” she giggled.
I rested my forehead on her shoulder, my hands on her hips. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” she said, sounding all coy. I grunted at the loss of her as she straightened, but recovered fast when her hands roamed over my chest and down my arms. “I think I like this new rough side of you.” She bit her bottom lip, cheeks flushed.
I smirked and copied her words from last night. “You think?”
Her eyes raked over my chest and up to my face. She was looking at me like she’d just discovered a treasure chest. She rose to her toes, lacing her arms around my neck. “Mhm.” She kissed me slow and soft, and every thought I’d ever had disappeared.
She nuzzled her nose against mine. “I love you, Wes.” My heart nearly exploded hearing those words leave her after all this time. It still felt surreal.
“I love you, too, angel.”
She gave me a soft smile and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her. “I’ve gotta go to WCL and meet with Levi about this zoning lawsuit,” she said, wiping the condensation from the mirror. Her lips parted with a quick inhale, and she leaned in closer.
“What is it?” I came behind her, a towel around my hips.
Her fingers traced over her shoulder, and she licked her lips. “Teeth marks,” she whispered. I swallowed back a groan when I saw the indentations in her skin. I had no idea seeing her marked up by me would be such a turn-on. But then again, she was Savannah; anything involving her was a turn-on.
My eyes met hers in the mirror. “Maybe Levi will stop being so friendly then.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hairbrush, raking it through her hair. “Pretty sure he’s got eyes for another Hayes sister.”
I thought as much. “Good,” I said anyway, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. “Because this one’s taken.”
She smiled, running her hand back through my hair. “She is. Happily so.”
There was a loud moan from down the hall. A woman’s. Claire’s. I went still. Savannah’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. “Is that what I think it is?”
I didn’t even know what to say, honestly.
I opened the door slowly, and the moans only got louder, mixed in with sounds I never wanted to hear from Beau.
I looked over my shoulder at Savannah, who was holding back laughs.
And I lived to make her laugh, so I sauntered down the hall right outside Beau’s door.
“Who should I direct my therapy bill to? Beau or Claire?” I said loud enough for them to hear.
There was a yelp inside the room, followed by giggles. I looked back at Savannah. She was braced against the wall, clutching her stomach, she was laughing so hard.
“Go away, Weston,” Beau ground out.
I walked back to Sav, grinning. I brushed her hair off her shoulder, placing a kiss there. “Would you like a side of breakfast with your traumatization this morning, angel?”
She chuckled. “That’d be nice. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“Me too. I’m starving,” I said, and buried my face in her neck and showered her damp skin with kisses, making her squeal with laughter.
After breakfast, I was thoroughly tortured with PT for my shoulder. My elbows clicked with every pushup, my shoulders ached with every pull of the resistance band. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign. Like my body was signaling that time was running out.
“You’re healing really well. Ahead of schedule,” Matt said, sitting next to me while I wiped sweat off my forehead. He looked over my paperwork. “Definitely can stop wearing the sling altogether.”
“Thank God,” I said with a relieved sigh. “That thing is a pain in the ass.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “What about getting back to training?”
I was ready to get back in the swing of things…kind of. I missed riding more than anything, but I also wasn’t sure what that meant for Savannah and me. I knew where she stood, and I knew she wasn’t going to make me choose.