Chapter 18 Wesley
Wesley
This is the last thing I wanted to hear.
A fucking glamping site? But then I look at her, and her whole face lights up, her hands moving animatedly as she explains what she’s planning.
I really don’t want to be the person who wipes that smile off her beautiful face, because I hate the idea of sharing my space with anyone but her.
“It’ll be on the far side of your house, my glampers won’t disturb you,” she says, and just like that, I start to feel like a right prick.
No, I don’t want strangers milling about, but credit where it’s due, she picked the perfect spot.
If anyone can pull this off, it’s her. If I’m being totally honest, two pods are hardly going to make a difference to me.
Reaching out, I grab her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t entirely hate it, Shannon.” I catch the hint of a smile, and it hits me, I don’t want to be the one who takes that away.
So I lie.
Because I’d rather be the reason she has a smile on her face than be the reason it fades.
“You know what, it’s a great idea.” She smiles wider, a sparkle lighting up her eyes.
“You think?” she breathes, as if she’d been holding it in.
“Of course I do.” I pull her into me and press a soft kiss on her forehead. I make a silent promise to myself, do whatever I can to help her, she’s already special to me, and I don’t want anything to fuck it up.
We move on from the glamping site, and talk about my work and I tell her about the lads who work for me, and how some of them are in college learning the building trade.
I don’t think I have ever spoken quite as much as I have done today.
Tristan has always been the driving force when it comes to conversations.
He has a habit of steamrolling me, but with Shannon, it’s different.
“You’re a good person, Wesley,” she says. I pull her hand into mine because I can’t stop touching her, my fingers trace over the small veins on the underside of her wrist.
Maybe now is as good a time as any to tell her about Megan.
“I wanted to tell you about Megan so many times.” The name tastes bitter, just another reminder of how different Shannon is to her. “You deserve to know everything.” I sigh.
“Wesley?” Shannon whispers. “You don’t have to tell me.” But I grip her hand a little tighter. One, I don’t want her to let me go and two, I need to tell her, maybe I’m using her as some sort of anchor as I relive the sordid details.
“I caught her fucking an old mate of mine.” Her eyes widen in disbelief. “I trusted them both. That’s why letting people in now… it’s hard for me.” I turn my head away, feeling ashamed but her fingers catch my chin and turn my head back towards her.
“Don’t hide from me, Wesley,” she reassures me in a soft voice. She’s so fucking perfect.
“I tried to get a hold of you that night.” I look up at the sky, suddenly feeling like I’ve been sliced open.
I’m a bottler. Everything gets poured into me, every thought, every feeling, then the lid is screwed on so tight that all it takes is one twist of the cap and it all comes flooding out.
“My mum died when I was twenty, and dad… he passed away four years ago, just before me and Megan officially divorced.” I let go of her hands, rubbing my temples trying to push the memory back down.
“He’d still got her named in his Will, basically, what was mine became hers.
” It’s a harsh reality and it happens a lot.
This is the real reason I sold the bungalow.
“The bungalow?” she asks, I nod.
“Yeah…” I sigh. “I had no fucking choice but to sell it.” I rush out the next words. “Not that I don’t like you living there.” Shannon reaches up and wipes a lone tear falling down her cheek.
“Shit, I’m sorry… It’s just, I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you.” She moves closer, her arms drape around my neck, her forehead pressed against mine, I don’t even question it when I wrap my arms around her waist, inhaling the smell of her skin, lemons, and strawberries, soft and sweet.
I’m glad we finally got to do this, but I want to move on from the past. Slapping my hands together, ready to move on from the pain that’s been holding me back for so long, I focus back on her, the woman I’m fucking crazy about.
“How’s your arse?” Shannon giggles. “I mean, it’s a fucking fine arse but on a scale of one to ten, how’s it feeling?” I ask.
“It feels numb, but my feet are fizzy,” she replies, I pull away and jump up, pulling her up to her feet. She winces when she tries to stand up, hopping from one foot to the other as if she’s dancing on hot coals, a cute scowl on her face like she’s annoyed at having fizzy feet and a numbing arse.
“Come on,” I say, behind a laugh, grabbing the blanket.
We talk as we walk, looking for a new spot in the field where the sun has shifted.
There’s no one else around, not even a dog walker, it’s probably too hot to walk a dog.
Shannon points to the perfect spot, soaked in sunlight.
I lay the blanket down on a short patch of grass, she sits down first, and I follow.
We both lie back, arms stretched over our faces, shielding us from the sun.
“I’ve got to ask you something,” I say, turning onto my side, facing her.
“Are you going to tell me about Barney?” Shannon turns onto her side too, facing me, our faces a few inches apart.
Her hair bathed in sunlight, I want to pinch myself, because I can feel it, bone deep, how attracted I am to her.
I think she feels it too. At least, I hope she does.
“Okay.” She lets out a little giggle. “But you can’t laugh.” I offer her a wide grin, holding no promises.
“I can’t promise you, Shannon.” She nudges me playfully. “Barney wasn’t always like what you saw last night. I know he’s going to be mortified, he’ll be crying into his soup over his actions.
“As he should be,” I grit out, because one punch wasn't enough.
“He was my virginity vessel.”
What the fuck? She’s being deadly serious, but no matter how hard I fight against it, there’s no stopping my lips from curving or my mouth from stretching wide as the loudest laugh falls out.
Shannon smacks my arm to stop me, but I can’t because I’ve never heard someone call another person a ‘virginity vessel’ before.
“Your what?”
She waves a rogue fly out of her face and continues, “We both had an agreement to lose our virginity with each other, Barney was leaving for America.” She bites her lip.
“I was nineteen and he was twenty-two.” She leans in, eyes wide.
“I haven’t slept around, I just wasn’t interested in anything more. ” The thought never crossed my mind.
“I’m not judging you, Shannon. Far from it,” I reassure her.
“Well… I thought he’d stay there and be a different continent kind of friend.” She pauses but I press her to carry on. I don’t want Shannon to think I’ll judge her; I’d never do that… not intentionally.
“He came back about nine months ago,” she says, then looks away. “And I let it happen again. Since he’s been home, he hasn’t stopped trying.” She rolls her eyes. “Even my bloody mother has my future wedding dress in her eyes.” Shannon leans in. “My dad says he’s fucking wet around the ears.”
I want to tell her he’s right.
Shannon rears back, brows pulled together. “Are you agreeing with my dad, Wesley Parker?”
No need to lie to her, I nod, but my eyes betray me, trailing down from her lips, landing on her chest, taking in the beautiful sight of her luscious tits pushing up against the stupidly sexy top she’s wearing.
I want to tug the little bow loose and pop the three strawberry-shaped buttons open.
My tongue flicks out, wetting my lips, begging for a taste of her.
“You, um…” My eyes flick back to hers. I’m glad she can’t read my thoughts. “Don’t have to worry about him, you know.” Her face twists, cheeks flushed. “Not that I’d think you ever were…” Shannon’s mouth slams shut when my hand reaches out to touch her cheek.
“Ever what?” I say, desperate to hear her say it, so I can tell her how fucking wrong she is.
“Interested in me,” she whispers, not meeting my eyes.
“I’m more than interested in you,” I say, desperately wanting to kiss her, but I’ll wait because I know once I do, I won’t be able to let her go.
“What pissed me off more was him turning up drunk.” Her face twists in annoyance.
Shannon rolls over onto her back, I shift my body closer to hers, resting my head on my hand so I can look down at her.
She’s so beautiful.
My free hand brushes down her arm, she smiles as I caress her warm skin.
“I can feel you everywhere when you touch me like that, Wesley.” Fuck, the words crawl over my skin, teasing me, leading me straight to an instant boner, because I feel the same with her. Hence why I can’t keep my fucking hands off her.
“I like touching you,” is all I say, as my fingers move higher towards her collarbone. She could be a pin up girl, with her full, sexy curves. She could knock me clean off my feet, and steal my breath.
My fingers ghost over her cleavage, her breath quickens, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“You like it when I touch you here?” My voice comes out low and ragged. I keep my movements slow and deliberate, fingertips skimming over the firm peaks of her nipples beneath the fabric. Shannon shivers under my touch.
She feels it too.
Pressing firmer, I can’t resist as my fingers find her nipple, pinching and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Shannon whimpers, squeezing her thighs together.
Fuck, I want to swallow those sounds. “Wesley,” she gasps, a soft whimper caught between her lips.
I don’t stop.
Our eyes meet.
“You want me to stop?” I whisper, my tongue drags over my bottom lip, slow and teasing. Waiting for her answer.
“No,” she breathes, looking down at where my cock strains against my jeans. I don’t even bother hiding how hard I am for her. She gasps when I thrust my hips forward in response.
“Wesley,” she pleads, her voice full of need. I can’t stop myself from slipping my hand under her top, sliding it across her stomach, her skin soft, warm, and smooth. I keep going until I reach the lace of her bra.
Skimming my fingertips lightly over the swell of her breasts, before tugging the fabric down, releasing them. Jesus, fuck.
“Christ, Shannon… do you even know what these tits do to me?” I groan, pinching one nipple then circling the other, her lips part as she pushes out her chest, seeking more.
My cock aches, desperate to feel her, to have her closer.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Every inch of her body is exactly what I’ve dreamt of; she’s stunning, with luscious curves I’m desperate to explore, my hands and mouth everywhere.
We both feel everything. I’m diving in headfirst; it’s been a fucking long time since I’ve touched a woman or kissed someone, let alone spent time with them.
I’m acting like a greedy bastard. I can’t get enough of her.
“Sit on me.” It comes out almost like a plea. I want her wrapped around me.
Leaning in, shoving my body forward, gripping her hips, and tugging her over me, right where I want her, straddling my lap. Shannon lets out a soft squeak of surprise, but there’s no hesitation as she adjusts herself, seeking out my cock.
“Can you feel me?” I grit out, hands still locked on her hips, fingers pressing into her soft skin.
“Yes, Wesley. I can feel you.” She grinds against me, those stupid fucking shorts riding up, wedged tight between her generous soft thighs.
Fuck, I nearly lose it then and there. “I can feel you everywhere.” I don’t want to blink, I don’t want to look away.
Shannon looks perfect on top of me. My thoughts spiral as I picture her naked, her wet cunt tight around my cock stretched and soaked.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to come right here and now in my fucking jeans.
I’m a big bloke, and she fits me perfectly, every soft curve pressed against me.
My hands move with purpose, heavy over her hips and down her thighs to the tops of her strawberry wellies.
I can’t get enough of touching her. She chases the pressure, grinding me hard.
“Fuck.” My words straining, I slip my hand behind her neck, pulling her down to kiss her.
Shannon’s lips brush against mine, and she lets out another moan the second my hips lift upwards, thrusting into her sex. I’m hanging on by a thread of pleasure, and I can feel it slipping fast.