4. Weston
Chapter Four
WESTON
Patch meows plaintively.
“Almost there, brave pirate cat.” I slow the car to let a group of little kids and a couple of adults cross the road. They’re dressed in fall-themed costumes. One little boy has a hat resembling a tree perched on his head. He gives me the thumbs-up sign and I smile.
I’d heard the residents of Snowflake Falls go all out for every holiday. Back in San Francisco, my life centered around gleaming glass offices or the multi-million dollar homes of my peers. I wasn’t always aware of what season it was. But here in this small town, celebrating the changing weather is natural. This place is growing on me.
A huge part of this is down to Savannah, of course. I can’t stop thinking about her. Her clear vision for her business. The way she wrinkles her freckled nose when she laughs. Her voluptuous curves and the way she moaned when I tongued her nipples.
Patch scrapes his claws against the side of the cat carrier. “Parking now, Patch. I hope you’re not going to disgrace our family at the vets.”
A call comes through the speaker. It’s my assistant. “Mr. Bennett, your lawyer says they need you to sign in person. The buyer is old-fashioned and wants to meet you in San Fran, a whole pen-to-paper scenario. Can you do it tomorrow afternoon? I’ll arrange your jet.”
“It’s not ideal.” Anything that takes me away from Savannah right now is an intrusion.
“The buyer flies to Dubai on Saturday for the winter, so it would delay the sale by another three months at least.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it. Send me the details.”
Once Patch is on the examination table at the vet, he loses all his bravado. He leans against me, his small body trembling as Dr. Abbott examines him.
“No microchip. Skinny little thing, isn’t he? Maybe one of the summer visitors was feeding him and then they left. Shame they didn’t think to take him up to the shelter before they went.” Dr. Abbott shakes his head. “You want me to give them a call?”
“Absolutely not! He’s my cat now. Let’s get him up to date with his jabs. Is his eye okay?” I stroke Patch’s back.
“Yes, he lost this a while back. Either a fight or an accident. Healed okay, bless him.”
“Whatever he needs, he gets. No expense spared. And if you give me the shelter details, I’d like to make a donation. Thanks, doc.”
Leaving the vets with a giant sack of cat food under one arm and the carrier in the other, I nearly run straight into Savannah. She holds up her arms and puts her hands on my chest to stop me from running straight into her.
“You in a hurry?” She smells so good, like lavender mixed with honey. My body responds to her instantly, electric pulses running from the crown of my head to my cock.
“I was going to come find you. You left in a rush yesterday. If I’m not mistaken, you’re working at my house from five until seven tonight.”
“That’s right. If you still want me to come.” She looks down at the ground.
“Of course I do. Look, about our situationship…” I stop to let two small elderly ladies, both with frizzy white curls and curious expressions, pass by.
Savannah holds her fingers up to my lips. “Shh! I can tell you’ve never lived in a small town before. If the Howl sisters hear us, the whole town will know by dawn.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” I step even closer to her.
“I’m not going to answer that.” She nods to the window of the vet’s office, where Dr. Abbott and his nurse are both peering at us through the window.
“You want stealth mode. I get it. Okay, I’ll see you later.” Repressing the urge to kiss her soft, pink lips, I walk to the car. Once Patch’s carrier is on the seat next to me, I spy on Savannah’s progress down the street. She wheels her bike onto the road, her long legs pumping as she gathers speed. The sight is so sexy that I’m instantly hard, dreaming of spreading her plump thighs.
When Savannah arrives at my place at five, she insists on cleaning upstairs. I prepare dinner, making a beef stew that was my mother’s recipe. She hasn’t agreed to stay and eat with me, but I’m hoping the aromas will convince her.
She comes into the kitchen at seven on the dot. “I’m all done.”
“I’ve made dinner. Will you stay and have some?”
Her expression is unreadable. We stare at each other as the stew bubbles merrily on the stove.
“Weston, this is getting tricky. I really like you. And I don’t have time to like anyone. Especially not tall, handsome, intriguing men with a girl in every port.”
I grin. “I don’t have a girl in every port. I get seasick. One of the reasons I don’t have a yacht.”
She shakes her head, walking closer. “And you call yourself a billionaire?”
“That’s just an easy label for the press. And I’m not intending to be a billionaire for long. I want to set up a charitable foundation to offer tech education to kids who can’t afford it.”
Savannah sits on the chair in front of me and I hand her a glass of wine. “That’s very philanthropic of you.”
“Us evil billionaires have to make amends somehow. Tell me you like beef stew…” I stir the big pan in front of me.
“I love beef stew. So the foundation is your plan for the future?”
“Yes. I’m in Snowflake Falls so I can see my nephews more often. I’ve had enough of San Francisco.”
“Looking to settle down in a small town? There are worse places. I’m born and raised here, it’s a friendly area.”
I ladle the stew into a bowl, chopping up some crusty bread. She asks me questions about my company while we eat. I can’t mention tomorrow’s contract until it’s signed, so I talk about the first part of the deal, which has been public for months.
“I’m impressed.” She runs her finger around the edge of her glass. She’s taken out her tight ponytail and her glorious hair spills around her shoulders.
“With my stew? Or the deal?”
“Both. You seem pretty level-headed for a rich guy. But what about all those beautiful models and actresses? I see you all the time in those gossip magazines.”
“More contracts. It’s good exposure for them and it’s good PR for me. The press tends to start making things up about you if you don’t have someone on your arm at a premiere or a big party.” I stand up and take our bowls to the sink.
Savannah stands up. “I should do that.”
I put the bowls down and walk over to her, taking her face in my hands. “No, you definitely shouldn’t.”
I plant kisses over her cheeks and down to her neck. She’s trembling slightly and I pause.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask. I’m hard as a rock, every part of my body yearning to be closer to her.
“Don’t you dare! I think we’ve reached the point of no return, don’t you? I don’t care about the situationship, Weston. I just want you .”
“I want you too. In my bed. Right now.” I scoop her into my arms as she starts giggling.
“I’m too heavy. You shouldn’t do that.” Savannah loops her arms around my neck. Patch hops up on the counter to get to the gravy in the bowls in the sink.
“You’re perfect. My perfect, gorgeous girl.” I kiss the soft skin of her forehead as I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom.
“I’m glad you’re so strong. I’ve never been carried upstairs before.” Her eyes are bright.
“I can do it every night, if you like.” I kick the door open to the bedroom and stride towards the big bed. Setting her down gently, I press the button to draw the blinds and dim the lights.
Not wanting to be away from her for a second, I lean in and kiss her again. She sighs as I deepen the kiss, her hands in my hair. I unbutton her shirt as she unhooks her bra. I hold those big, gorgeous globes in my hands as I kiss down her neck, then lick and suck her nipples as she arches up on the bed. My cock threatens to burst through my pants as she grinds upwards.
We’re both panting as she unbuttons my shirt and I pull off her jeans. Dropping to my knees, I loop my hands in her panties and pull them down. Spreading her knees apart, I kiss slowly up to her thighs as she kicks her long legs out.
“I want to taste you, beautiful.” My thumb finds her clit and strokes, while her plump thighs quiver next to my head. The mix of musk and lavender fills my head as I replace my finger with my tongue, licking her from pussy to clit as she moans my name. Her fingers are tangled through my hair as I increase my pace, desperate to get more of her sweet honey on my tongue.
Her back arches up on the bed and she’s breathing hard, clutching the sheets. Licking her faster, her thighs tremble as she comes hard, shouting my name.
I’m never going to get tired of hearing her call my name like that.