Chapter 23 - Wesley
Wesley
She releases my cock with a slick pop, her lips glistening with saliva and my cum. I’d never seen a prettier sight before this. I want to freeze this moment, take a picture, and save it to memory.
But then again, how could I ever forget?
“Christ, babe,” I say, shaking my head, grinning like an idiot.
“When you said you wanted to give me something.” I level my eyes with hers, my fingers reaching out to clasp her jaw.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” Blowing out a breath, still floating from the buzz of the best blow job I’ve ever had.
Not that I’ve had many, I could count them on one hand.
I’m lucky I managed to hold on as long as I did.
Helping her up off the floor, she brushes the dust off her shorts as I pull up my jeans and put myself away, which takes a few minutes longer than normal, my shaky legs and sweaty palms don’t help.
Shannon hands me my jacket, which I toss behind me, not caring where it lands.
Pushing back my chair, I reach for her, pulling her into my lap.
Shannon squeals with my quick movement, but I’m desperate to kiss her, to hold her.
My hands dig into the back of her hair as I pull her face towards mine and kiss her mouth, tasting myself on her lips.
“I missed you,” she whispers, almost shyly. I know for a fact Shannon isn’t shy, but she blushes. “I… I’ve not given many gifts out like that.” We both giggle.
“I’ve not had many gifts like that either,” I say, reassuring her. Still trying to catch my breath.
“I bought you lunch,” she says, leaning across my desk to grab a paper bag. She digs inside, pulling out sandwiches, crisps, and bottled water.
I reach out for a turkey sandwich and pass her the water.
“So,” she says, as she unscrews the cap, “Where did you see the snake again?” My lips curve up.
I probably shouldn’t have told her about the grass snake that was about the size of a large worm and clearly a baby, but I can tell she’s worried about it.
I won’t mention that living out where we do, you see lots of different wildlife, and I’ve seen Adders near the woodland, and a female Grass snake that was almost five feet long.
“It was near my truck, must have come out from the hedge.”
She nods and shudders. “It can bloody well stay in the hedge.” Another shudder.
“Can you imagine if it slithered up to my house and came inside?” I won’t remind her that she just sucked my cock, pretty sure this morning’s grass snake didn’t exceed my solid length, so I just raise my eyebrow, waiting for her to catch on.
“What?” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
And there it is, she slaps a hand over her mouth.
She’s finally twigged. “That’s different.
” Her head falls back with laughter. I love the way she lights up, even on my worst days, Shannon could bring a smile to my face.
She slides off my knee and drags the other chair up beside mine, making herself comfortable, as we settle to eat lunch together.
It’s only then that I remember about the present I picked up for her. I can’t wait to see her wear it.
“Hey,” I say, reaching under my desk and placing a box in front of her.
“I got you something.” Pushing the box towards her, wishing she were still sitting on my knee.
She wipes the crumbs from her T-shirt, and I need to remind her she has to wear a bra when she comes here.
I don’t want to have to bury one of the lads under the cement.
She tears open the boring cardboard box, maybe I should have put it in a gift box and wrapped it in a pretty bow… I’m shit at wrapping.
“Oh my God, Wesley.” She puts the safety hat on. “It’s pink.”
I smile and straighten it on her head. “You can adjust it to fit you,” I say, feeling a little stupid for what I had printed on the front.
Shannon takes it off and inspects it, then reads the front out loud around a laugh.
“Property of Parker?” Her brow raises. “Is that so?” She pops it back on her head.
“Too fucking right, sweetheart.”
“I love it.” Our lips crash, as the solid plastic peek nuts me on the forehead.
“You’ve got to wear it every time you come here.” I kiss her again.
“Why? Are you going to throw me off site if I don’t?” she teases.
“Damn fucking right I am.”
Shannon sighs, suddenly looking nervous. She stands up and paces the cabin.
“Wesley, I have something to tell you.” I sit straighter, because I don’t like where this is going, and she must be able to tell from my back now being ramrod straight.
“No, it’s nothing to worry about.” She waves a hand between us. “We’re good.” Shannon reads me so well. She blows out a breath. “I don’t want you to interrupt me… let me finish.” She lets out a nervous laugh.
“Fine, but are you gonna tell me?” I’m getting anxious.
“So, you know I’ve applied for the glamping site? Well, my dad put in the papers.” I lean forward, watching the nerves roll off her.
“Carry on, sweetheart. Don’t ever be worried about telling me things.” I watch as relief leaves her shoulders.
“It’s just for one pod.” I shove my hand through my hair. I thought she was having two. Still, I can work with just one. I’m sure it’ll be eco-friendly and blend in with the countryside.
“Well, one pod.” She crosses her arms in front of her. “And… a plane.”
A what now? “What?” I stand up and Shannon looks nervous; she wrings her hands in front of her. “I was stupid and drunk… and eBay.” eBay? What is she talking about? “Bollocks, I’m really ballsing this up.” She sighs.
I piece her words together in my head before I ask questions.
She bought a plane, applied to open a glamping site, and wants two pods. The glamping site isn’t a bother and good luck to her; I’m not over the moon about it, but what can I say? The pod… but a plane?
“How big we talking here?” I’m standing in front of her, looking down at her like she’s done something wrong. She hasn’t, so I reach out and stroke the side of her cheek with the pad of my thumb. She looks nervous and cute, and I don’t want her to feel she has to hide things from me.
“It’s… It’s a twenty-foot fuselage.” Twenty feet. Fuselage. Okay.
“So, the body?” I ask, the corner of her mouth lifts into a small smile.
“Yeah.”
“And you were drunk?” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah,” she sighs.
“And you bought it off eBay?”
“Yep.” She popped the P, blowing out a breath. I find myself wanting to wind her up. I turn my back on her and walk back over to my desk, dropping into my chair with a smirk.
“You’re cross with me?” she whispers. I don’t answer, just rest my elbows on the desk and watch her beauty fill the space in my office.
Her dark eyes sparkling, her pink tongue sliding across her bottom lip, the same tongue that was licking my cock and balls ten minutes ago.
And that fucking pink hard hat on her head with the words: Property of Parker across the front in black bold letters.
“So you thought you’d come to my office and suck my cock to soften the blow?” I can’t help but laugh; it’s real, straight from the pit of my stomach, and tears leak from the corner of my eyes. When I imagine her drunk, buying a plane, then waking up the next day thinking, ‘shit.’
“You’re not pissed off?” Christ, how can she think I’m pissed off?
Yeah, if anyone else moved next door and told me this news, I’d be pissed, but Shannon could do pretty much anything and I wouldn’t be angry.
I just couldn't be mad at her. My heart is too involved to be anything other than happy at this point. She makes me happy. She tore down the scaffolding of my broken heart and built me back together again, and I’m going to be there right at her side, every step of the way, every venture, every idea she has.
I want to be the one who supports her, praises her, and helps her build her fucking glamping site.
Because I’m in love with her, all my rough edges with all her softness.
I jump out of my chair and stalk over to where she’s standing, looking sorry for herself, not giving her the chance to talk, because my mouth’s already on hers.
Between each kiss, I whisper, “I support you.” I kiss her again.
“Whatever you need, sweetheart… I’ll build it for you. ”
“I…” Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t get to finish what I was about to say. Someone chooses now as a good time to waltz into my office without knocking. I need to put a sign up... I really don’t want to be caught with my trousers around my ankles.
“Wes…” The door flies open halfway through my name being shouted, “Ley?” Declan stands there. “Shit, man, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” His cockney accent is more prominent today.
I keep Shannon facing me and take off my hi-vis, then whisper, “Put this on.” She ditched her cardigan on my desk, and now we’re standing by the door.
She looks confused but soon realises, smirking as she shoves on my vis, covering her braless tits.
I really need to talk to her about that.
It wouldn’t make the slightest difference because every man, woman, cat and dog would see Shannon has more than a handful, but I’m jealous and I want them for my eyes only.
Once I’m happy, I turn her to face Declan.
“Shannon, this is Declan.” He’s got a huge shit eating grin on his face, when he steps forward and holds out his hand in what I presume is going to be a handshake, but the fucker takes it and kisses the back.
“Pleasure to meet you, Shannon.” This good-looking bastard would break my fucking arm if I kissed the hand of his future wife or whatever she is to him. I’m still trying to work that out. Without thinking, I slap his hand away, he laughs. Hopefully, I don’t end up buried under some motorway.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, and the house.” She smiles and it makes me feel good knowing she’s impressed with the work. “It’s beautiful.”
Declan smacks my shoulder. “All down to this man,” he says, clapping his hands together and straight back to business.
“You want to walk me around, Parker?” he says.
Shannon speaks up. “I should be getting back. I’ll leave you both to it.”
“You don’t want to look around with us?” Declan asks.
“I can’t, but it was great meeting you.”
I walk Shannon to her car, and open the door for her.. I lean in, my arms resting on the roof.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” she asks, as she fastens her seat belt. “I’m going food shopping.”
I drop to my haunches and rest my hands on her thighs. “I would love to have dinner with you.” Pressing a kiss on her cheek.
“Good, I’m going to make peach crumble.” My mouth turns up.
“I love peaches, Shannon.” But I love the way she blushes more. It confuses me sometimes how she can be so sexually open, yet blush when I say the most innocent things to her, even if her arse reminds me of juicy fucking peaches. I stand up, my knees creak like an old wooden chair.
“I’ll be home for six.” I realise I said home and think what it would be like to have her to go home to, my house or hers. I wouldn’t care as long as we were together... Brushing the thought away, tapping my knuckles on the roof of her car, she pulls away from the yard.
I’m standing there lost in thought, and Declan taps my shoulder.
We both head over to his house.
“Good to see your neighbour came round to your way of thinking,” he says with a smirk on his lips, then pulls open the double doors.
The smell of rotten eggs hits us. Even with the dehumidifier running on full whack, the stench won’t shift.
I look at Dec, he raises a brow. “It ain’t me,” he says, and I smack his shoulder. “It’ll be gone once the plaster’s dry.”
We walk over the plastic sheeting covering the marble floor, and pop on a pair of shoe protectors and head over to the custom curved staircase, handcrafted from American oak, fanning out to each room in a T-shape with a balcony overlooking the grand hallway, as I like to call it.
There’s a huge full-length window to match the wood as well as the skirting boards.
We reach the top of the stairs. Declan opens the master bedroom door.
The room takes up half the second floor on the left of the house.
Huge oak French doors lead out onto another balcony.
The craftsmanship is second to none. It’s not my field of expertise, I’m just the bloke who built the walls and room interiors with a good bunch of lads.
We carry on until we’re both standing on the outside terrace looking over the fields and woodland.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Wesley.” He looks around, blowing out a breath. “It’s perfect mate.” I cleared my throat and wished Dad were here to see what we’d built. I hoped he’d be proud.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Declan huffs out a laugh. “Take the fucking praise, Wesley.”
But all I can say is, “Next time we can spend the afternoon and go through a snag list.”
“I can’t see any problems. You’ve put everything right I wasn’t sure about.” Declan levels with me, his face set in his usual no-nonsense look. “I’ve got some more work for you, if you want it.”
Of course I want it. I need all the work I can get, but I don’t tell him that. “I’ve got nothing booked in after this place,” I say.
“Well, you have now.” He pulls out his phone and swipes the screen, reading something. “Shit, I’ve got to go, I'm already late, and I’m trying to work on my woman, she’ll have my balls on a platter.” We both laugh. He turns to walk away, not telling me about the other job.
“Hey, what’s the next job?” Shoving my hands in my pockets, I wait for him to answer.
“I’ll be around next week, so we can discuss it then.” He runs a hand through his hair.
“But there’s good money in it, mate.” I can’t help but smile. Declan has always paid well, and he’s been great to work for, even though at times this build has been a little bumpy. Pulling out my phone, I see a text from Shannon, and my smile is instant.
So, once you’ve had your shower, meet me in my garden. Xx
I’ll bring a blanket. Xx
No, need ;-) Xx
Pocketing my phone, I take a look around the master bedroom and wonder why in the world they need a bedroom this big. If I was to have a room this big, Shannon and I would be in danger of never leaving it… a man can dream.
I’ve no idea what Declan’s whatever she is to him will think when she sees it.
But I know he loves this place.