Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
BLUE
I hadn’t expected West to show up, but I wasn’t surprised either.
And if I was being completely honest with myself, I would’ve admitted I went to the lake house hoping he would come.
Because even though we left things unspoken, even though the air between us had grown thick with distance and tension, we both knew there was something unfinished. Something inevitable.
Seeing him again, the way he looked at me with raw honesty and unguarded vulnerability, only made me want him more. He wasn’t trying to charm me or seduce me, he was just being real. Admitting things out loud I knew damn well terrified him.
And still, he came.
It may have been reckless. It may have gone against everything I claimed I wouldn’t do when this whole mess started. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted to give West what he needed.
And more than that, I wanted him to need me.
Because for all the power, wealth, and control West Brooks carried in the rest of his life, I was the only one who could give him this. Something he couldn’t buy. Something he couldn't delegate or plan.
I wasn’t naive. I knew part of the reason he felt safe with me was because of the NDA in our contract. He knew I wouldn’t break it. And truthfully, that suited me just fine. Because what we were doing? What we were together? That didn’t belong to anyone else.
"Let me make you feel human," I whispered as I sank to my knees in front of him.
He swallowed hard, eyes never leaving mine. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just watched as I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, slow and purposeful, until I reached his waistband. I unfastened his belt, undid the zipper, and freed him.
His cock was already hard and warm in my hands. He let out a low hiss when I wrapped both palms around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, loving the way his body reacted to such a simple touch.
"You’re a good man," I whispered, then licked the bead of pre-cum from his tip.
His entire body shuddered. His head tipped back for just a second before his eyes rolled forward again, locking with mine as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.
It was intimate in a way that had nothing to do with sex. He wasn’t saying a word, but he was giving me everything. Every noise, every breath, and every ounce of tension in his frame was a confession.
I sucked down, taking more of him in, using my hands to stroke what I couldn’t reach with my mouth. And when I picked up the pace, when my lips got wetter and my grip tighter, he started to lose control.
His hands slid to the back of my head, not pushing, but anchoring himself. He moved with me, hips pumping with a rhythm that was erratic and needy. He was chasing something he’d never let himself have.
He told me he wasn’t a virgin. That he’d been with other women. But I knew this was different and new.
It was new for me, too.
I’d never wanted to ruin someone with pleasure before. Never wanted to be on my knees for someone just because I knew they needed it, not because they expected it. Not because they demanded it.
And just when I felt him start to lose his rhythm, when I knew he was close, he growled and pulled back.
My mouth popped off him with a wet sound.
"What?" I started to ask.
But his hand was already on himself, pumping with ferocity, chasing the high he’d been seconds away from.
I reached up and replaced his hand with mine, stroking him just as fast, just as hard.
"Let me make you come," I whispered.
His groan was immediate. His eyes burned into me, his head falling back like surrender.
I wrapped my mouth around his tip again, taking him as deep as I could while working the rest with my hand. His body jerked, breath gone, and then I tasted it.
Hot. Salty. Overwhelming.
It spilled into my mouth, thick and fast, dripping out the corners of my mouth before I could catch it.
I tried to swallow quickly, but a drop escaped, and he reached down, thumb swiping the trail from my chin and pressing it back between my lips.
I swallowed hard and moaned like it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
Not for his ego. But because I wanted him to know he could give me something, too.
For a second, I expected him to retreat. To pull away. To let the regret settle into his spine the way it had after he kissed me.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he hauled me to my feet, crashed his mouth to mine, and kissed me like he needed to taste exactly what I’d just tasted. His tongue slid between my lips, and then he lifted me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist as his pants still hung loose around his hips.
He carried me inside, through the back door to the bedroom and laid me down like I was something precious.
Then stood and began stripping, undoing his button-up shirt first, then kicking his shoes off.
He kept his pants on, but his cock was still out, half-hard again and twitching as he reached for me.
He tugged the drawstring of my shorts and slid them down, taking my panties with them. My shirt followed, joining the rest of our clothes on the floor.
I expected him to take what I gave and be satisfied. But the look in his eyes told a different story. There was a spark there, a sharp edge of intensity I hadn’t seen before. It reminded me of how he must look when he’s about to close a deal.
Except this time, I was the deal.
He sank to his knees at the edge of the bed and spread my thighs apart.
"I’m gonna admit something," he said, his voice a low rumble as his mouth ghosted over my skin. "I’m not very experienced at giving a woman the kind of pleasure she deserves."
My heart thudded.
"But," he continued, lips brushing the edge of my pussy, "there’s one thing you should already know about me. I’m a pretty smart guy. So I want to hear you, Blue. I want to know what you like. I want you to teach me with your moans, your gasps, your fucking cries. Because if this is what we’re giving each other, if this is the risk we’re taking, then I want to make it worth it for you. "
Then he licked me. Slow and deliberate. His mouth moved with uncertainty at first, but when I let out a low gasp, his confidence clicked into place. He sucked gently, then dipped his tongue inside me, his hands anchoring my thighs to keep me still.
No one had ever made me feel like this before.
Like every breath I took mattered. Like my pleasure was a puzzle he had to solve. Like he was memorizing every sound I made so he could play me like an instrument.
I tried to find something to hold onto, grabbing aimlessly at his hair, the sheets, anything as my body began to tremble.
But then I realized what he was doing.
He was pulling back every time I got too close.
He was toying with me.
"Please," I whimpered. "West, please let me come. Please make me come."
My voice broke. And that was all it took for him to give in.
His mouth latched onto my clit with full pressure, his tongue flicking mercilessly. My back arched, my hips lifted, but he held me down watching me unravel.
And when it hit, it was blinding. My whole body shattered. My cry echoed off the walls. It was too much and not enough and everything I hadn’t known I needed.
Tears welled in my eyes from the sheer intensity.
"I have a really hard time believing you don’t have a black belt in that," I panted, making him laugh as he climbed over top of me, then settled beside me in the bed.
His chest brushed mine as he rolled to his side, one arm slipping beneath my head, the other coming to rest over my stomach. I didn’t expect him to touch me like that. I didn’t expect anything soft from him. But there he was, quiet and still and warm.
His breath slowed against the side of my face, and I felt the gentle shift from lust to something else. Something that scared the hell out of me.
I turned my head to look at him, half-expecting that faraway guilt to be clouding his eyes again.
It wasn’t.
There was no tension in his brow. No shadows. Just the glow of moonlight catching on the gold flecks in his eyes and a softness in his mouth like he wasn’t at war with himself.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
He nodded, then whispered, “Yeah. I think I am.”