Chapter 30
Weston
The whole walk to my truck is spent fighting the urge to take her hand in mine. It was easy to justify when she needed comfort, but she seems calmer now that she’s laid eyes on her grandpa. My own heart dropped when I got the call, so I can’t imagine how she felt.
We make our way to the truck, and I open her door, and she hops into the cab. I pause before shutting the door. The way she looks at me right now has my heart feeling like it could soar.
A piece of hair falls into her face, and I tuck it behind her ear. “Are you feeling better?”
She puts her hand up against mine and holds it against her face. “Better, thank you for being there with me, it meant…everything.”
“I know I let you down in the past, but I won’t ever again. I mean that,” I say, holding eye contact.
“I know.” Her gaze moves from my eyes down to my lips as she pulls the corner of hers between her teeth. Her beautiful eyes land back on mine, and in the softest voice ever, she murmurs my name, “West…”
“Yeah, Sunshine?” I ask, leaning ever so slightly closer to her.
“I…I…I think I need you to kiss me.”
I’ve longed to hear those words for so long, but I want to make sure she’s in the right state of mind. I don’t want this to be because she’s vulnerable right now.
“Willow, believe me, I want that more than anything, but I’m not sure now is the right time. And you’ve got a fiancé.” I look at her bare finger; it’s been bare for weeks now. I have hope in what that means, but I know better than to get my hopes up.
She squeezes my hand. “No, I don’t actually. He wasn’t right for me. He wasn’t…you.” She says, looking at me like I hung the moon. "Me wanting this has nothing to do with me being wrung out emotionally. It has everything to do with needing you. So, please.”
The relief that courses through my body could knock me on my ass. I’ve hated that ring on her finger, I’ve hated that she was someone else’s.
Please. That one word shatters every sense of resolve I had.
Not waiting another second, I lean in close and softly touch my lips against hers.
My hand grips the back of her hair, holding her closer to me.
My other hand slides around her waist, and I feel her melt against me.
I want to make up for all the time we lost not doing this, not kissing.
Not being together. Not being Weston and Willow. It was always supposed to be us.
We spend far too long in that position; it feels like forever since we’ve come up for air. I don’t care if it makes me the most pathetic man in the world. I don’t need air, I just need her.
She pulls back just far enough to press her forehead against mine while we both catch our breath.
“I’ve missed you, West. I’ve missed you so damn much and I’ve been trying to fight the fact that I need you.
But I don’t want to anymore, it’s exhausting.
”“Well, I haven’t spent any time at all fighting it, but I've spent years wanting this. Wanting you. I’ve been yours since I saw you for the first time, and it’s the only thing I want to be.
”She leans in, pressing her lips against mine again for a quick peck.
“Glad we are on the same page, but can we move this party back home?”
“Yeah, baby, we can go home.” I lean in and give her one last peck on the lips before making my way back to the driver’s seat.
Now that I have her in my house, I don’t want to let her go. I want this to be our house. And if she doesn’t want this here, I’ll go there with her. New York can’t be that bad if she’s there. Besides, she’s my home. My heart lives with her, now and always.
We get on the road, and my head decides to drive away with my thoughts. What’s going to happen now? I guess I should be happy that we are both on the same page, finally.
“I wish you could have driven the old truck, our truck,” Willow says, her head leaning into the headrest as she looks over at me.
“Why’s that?” I question.
“I used to be able to sit right next to you; now this big ole thing is in the way.” She taps her hand against my center console, which, in her defense, is rather big. This truck, in general, is so much bigger than my high school truck.
“I almost forgot all about that.” I look over to her, and take her hand, my other on the wheel. “You’re right, I’ll drive the other truck as soon as it’s running again.”
We drive the rest of the drive home in silence, and I wonder if her mind is running as wild as mine. We have a few things to figure out, but we’ve got time. She’s still here for at least another month.
I hop out of the truck and run to her side to get her door. She barely has it cracked open when I finally get to her.
“I can get my own door,” she assures me, but the smile on her face tells me she enjoys the sentiment. She’s worth the effort.
“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to get used to it.” I lean into the cab and bring her lips to mine. She melts into me and brings her hand up behind my neck, her fingers just barely in my hair, but enough to send goosebumps over my body.
God, I love her touch. There’s nothing in the world like it. She gently tugs at my hair, and I let out a groan into her mouth. Fuck.
“Something wrong, West?” she murmurs over my lips, her own turning up in a smile.
“Yeah, there’s this girl. She drives me fucking crazy.”
“Hmm, she sounds like quite the gal.”
“Mhmm, I think I need to get her inside.” Because we have a lot of wasted time to make up, and I’d prefer to do it without any clothes on.
“Okay.” She unbuckles her seatbelt and hops out of the truck.
I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m almost scared even to ask that this is. But she said it, she’s tired of fighting it, and I thank God for that because I can’t go another second without her in my life. She’s my whole world.
I no more than step inside the house and she’s on me, her mouth is against mine, and now that I know this is what’s on her mind, I can take the lead.
My kiss is ravenous. Every kiss brings my fire for her to new heights. My cock feels like solid lead beneath my zipper; it’s been far too long since we’ve done this.
I scoop my hands under her ass and bring her legs up around my waist, carrying her to the couch.
“Fuck, West. I want you so bad. I missed you. I missed this,” she says as I sit down on the couch. Her hips roll against me as she moves her mouth to my neck.
The pressure builds within me, and I fight the urge to meet the next roll of her hips.
“You’re going to need to stop that, baby. It’s been a while, and you’ve got me fucking burning.”
“Oh, really?” she asks, flipping her hair over to one side as she grinds her hips against me. God damn. Dry humping is going to send me over the edge.
“Willow, God.” My hand flexes around the curve of her. Needing more skin, I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her perfect breasts sit high in her bra right in front of my face. She’s filled out since the last time I saw her; her curves are perfect against my hand.
“God, these tits, baby. They’re fucking perfect.” My hands roam up her sides, my palms push up the bottom of her tits, and I give a little squeeze.
“That feels so good, West.” She throws her head back in ecstasy, moaning as she wiggles across my rock-hard cock.
She increases her pace, grinding back and forth, faster and faster. I can feel my balls start to tighten as she drags her covered pussy across my cock. God, I want these clothes off, want to be buried inside her.
She puts her hands over mine and squeezes, making me put more pressure on her perfect little tits, and I lose it. I lose what little control I had.
“Oh fuck, fuck. Yes. No.” My brain tries to make sense of what happens as my cock erupts inside my jeans, spilling out. I can feel the spot get wet instantly.
“Weston Taylor, did you just come in your pants?”“Yeah, well, it’s been twelve years since I’ve touched anyone. Since I’ve touched you, really, I’m kind of surprised I didn’t come the second you laid your lips on mine.”
She rears back in shock. “West, are you telling me you haven’t been with anyone since we broke up?
”I can’t find the words, so I shake my head no.
I couldn’t. It’s not like I didn’t try to move on.
Every time I did, I was reminded of how wrong it was.
I hated it, every second of it. The second a girl even touched me, it felt revolting, which wasn’t fair to them.
So eventually, I stopped trying and started praying she would come home to me. Prayed that she would be mine again.
“West.” Her voice comes out half broken.
“It’s okay. I’m glad. You’re it for me, Willow.
I never stopped loving you, not even for a second.
Your hands are the only ones I want on me.
” I lean in and kiss her; this time, it’s much slower.
The raging fire in our veins before has now simmered down to a smolder, something sustainable. We aren’t going to burn out this time.
“I love you, Weston. You’re it for me, too. Now, how about you take me to bed and we make up for some lost time.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”