His fingers slip under my panties and rub over my swollen clit.
I whimper at his touch and smile.
“Don’t do that, baby. I’m trying to be good, but you’re making it so hard.”
“Touch me, Wes. More. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, just touch me and don’t stop,” I beg.
For the first time in months—hell, for the first time ever—Wesley Knight does exactly what I want him to do.
With deft fingers, he circles my clit and kisses me firmly, sucking down my moans as he builds an orgasm deep inside me with the smallest swipe of his hand. My lust for him grows, and I’m almost embarrassed with how fast I come apart in his hands. I shouldn’t be though. That orgasm wasn’t made in a moment. It was years in the making.
I kiss him hard as he continues his movement of pulling every last ounce of pleasure from my body. The man had me like putty in his hands with the simple action. I can’t imagine what would happen if we ever did more than this.
He removes his hand and cups my face, kissing me again. We make out for what feels like hours until he finally pulls away.
“I have to get you back to the party,” he says with panting breaths.
I nod in agreement. “What happens now?”
“Fuck if I know.”
I roll over to the passenger seat and button my jeans before pulling my top back on. I don’t feel used, but I am dejected by his comment.
“Hey,” he says, pulling my attention back to him. “I don’t know what this is, but it doesn’t mean I’m ready for it to be over.” He grips the steering wheel again and looks out the front window. “Unless … unless you’re not into it.”
I grab his arm and pull his gaze toward mine. “I’m into it, Wes. If you’re going to hell, then so am I.”
Chapter Ten
Interesting fact about hooking up with your brother’s-best-friend-slash-roommate: you don’t hook up as much as you think you will.
In fact, it’s been over a week, and we haven’t done anything.
Wes has been around more often, hanging in the living room and having dinner with us. He’s nicer since the car ride and back to the usual banter, like teasing me relentlessly in front of everyone like I’m the kid sister. But when no one’s looking, he does little things, suggestive things, sexy things. Sometimes, it’s a smile. Often, it’s a wink. And if I’m lucky, he touches me just because.
Like the time we were watching television and his finger kept grazing the side of my thigh. It was a simple action that had me yearning to bring him back to my room and show him just what he could do with those fingers. Or when we pass in the hallway, he leans in and brushes his arm against mine. Once, he grabbed my ass in the kitchen, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
I’ve never been the kind of woman to desire a man like this, but holy hell, this man makes me crazy in the best and worst way.
Tonight, Matt and Adam are over to watch the Angels game. Nicole and I are setting out dips while they yell at the TV. I know she and Amanda are dying to know what happened with Wes that night at the frat house, but I’ve kept tight-lipped. While I want to tell someone about my rendezvous, I’m still unsure of where it’s going or if it ever will go anywhere again. Plus, it would be unfair of me to ask Nicole to keep a secret like that from Chad.
Though Wes is Chad’s best friend, I know he’ll never be okay with us hooking up. One, he has stated numerous times that Wes has an unsavory reputation with women. Plus, the kind of hooking up we did in Wes’s car was most definitely the unsavory kind. Yes, it’s best my brother doesn’t find out about this.
Unless …
I take a seat on the couch and stare at my brother as Nicole takes her seat beside him. He has become different now that he’s dating Nicole. Maybe he’s so consumed by her that he doesn’t care what I do. I know he’s not my keeper, and I’ve bitched about his protective ways on more than one occasion, but that’s just Chad. The thought brings a smile to my face.
Then, I think of what it felt like to be on Wes’s lap in his car, and I’m no longer smiling. Instead, I’m biting my lip and inhaling deeply while I clench my core.
When I glance at Wes, his mouth tilts in a small smile, and I swear he sits up straighter to adjust himself.
Matt comes over and plops right next to me on the couch, putting his hand on my knee. “What’s up, good-looking? You hanging out with us tonight?”
Wes is quick to his feet. “Move it or lose it.”
Nicole winks my direction, and I roll my eyes when Wes takes his seat, pretending to be annoyed by the closeness of him. Feeling his heat radiate off of him makes my chest tight. I move my legs to stop the ache I feel brewing inside me.
With his arms crossed, I feel his fingers reaching out from underneath his bicep to touch me. It tickles slightly, but I try to hold it in, not wanting anyone to notice what he’s doing. Just knowing he’s dying to touch me so much that he’s figuring out ways to do so without people knowing is enough for me.
We watch the game as Mike Trout steps up to the plate. When the count is 2–0, Wes leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes glued to the television. He swings on the third pitch and hits a solid shot to left field. Wes claps his hands together once in approval and leans back in his seat. He turns to me as he raises his arms and rests them on the back of the couch, one of his hands behind my head. A finger slides through my hair and rubs circles on the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. It’s super flirtatious, and it gives me instant butterflies.
I look away and meet eyes with Nicole, who gives me an expression that screams I was right, but I blow it off and sit up to head toward the kitchen to refill my water.
As I put the Brita back in the fridge, Wes enters the kitchen too. With no one around, he comes up behind me in the small space between our refrigerator and pantry. His hands grip my hips as he runs a kiss down my neck.
It both surprises the hell out of me and shocks me that he would do something while everyone is around. But just as fast as he’s there, he’s turned and standing at the half-wall, his attention back to the television.
Knowing he can see everyone who’s in our apartment, I decide to be just as bold as he was.
Taking the spot next to him, I stare at the television while, with the most casual grace, I move my hand over to the seam of his sweatpants and run my fingers over the outline of his cock.
He lets out a sharp hiss as I cup my hand around the quickly growing girth and then move up and down. I can feel every outline, every rim, every vein as well as the smoothness of his balls as I lightly run my fingers all around, learning everything about him for the first time.
His eyes are on the television, but he has a blank, wide-eyed stare. I smile as I watch the game. Someone strikes out, and the guys curse at the screen. I take the opportunity to slip my hand inside the elastic of his boxer briefs and grab hold of the steel-coated erection, running my thumb over the rim of his swollen head and down the pleasure vein.
“Yo, Wes. Grab me a beer,” Matt shouts.
I smile at the fact that we look like we’re two people watching the game from behind a half-wall when, really, I’m basically jerking him off.
Wes puts his hand over mine, stopping my movements and pulling my hand out of his pants so he can get that beer.