I cover my mouth, stifling a laugh as I watch him adjust himself by the fridge. I do him a favor and grab that beer for Matt and one for myself. I take my seat on the couch and hand Matt his drink. He doesn’t even notice it’s me giving it to him since his eyes are glued to the screen.
After a few minutes, Wes is back and takes his seat next to me, nudging my shoulder and whispering, “Not cool.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“You’re a vixen, you know that?” He takes a huge gulp of beer.
“Don’t lie. You loved it,” I whisper back and smile when he lets out a soft laugh under his breath.
“I did. Just remember, payback’s a bitch.”
Before the game is over, Matt stands up, downing the last of his beer before saying, “I have to get going. My internship starts tomorrow, and I have to be there bright and hella early in the morning.”
“You haven’t started that yet?” Wes asks, seeming annoyed.
“You’re gonna have a shit-ton of hours to catch up on,” Chad chimes in. He’s working for an engineering firm whose main account is the city and maintaining all of the bridges that lead into San Francisco. “Where are you doing yours?” he asks Matt.
“City hall.”
“Nice. Whose ass did you have to kiss to land that gig?” Adam asks with a laugh.
Matt hits his arm as he walks by. “No one, fucker. See you guys.”
We all say good-bye, and I turn to Wes. “Where are you doing yours?”
“At the nursing home on Ashby,” he responds without even glancing my direction.
“Oh. That’s right. I forgot you like the old ladies who think you look like John Travolta.”
He nods. “I go every Tuesday.”
I laugh and he looks at me in wonder. “Tuesdays with Wesley,” I kid, and Adam is the only one who gets my joke. “Never mind.”
“Okay, funny girl. When it’s your turn next year, where are you going to try to intern?” he challenges.
Stopping to really think about it, I answer, “Probably at the zoo or conservation society. Though I wouldn’t mind volunteering at a nursing home. I could help them create a community garden.”
Wes’s mouth purses as he looks at me in question. No, actually, he’s looking at me like I just gave him the answer to a question he’s had on his mind. I don’t know what to make of this expression, so I go back to talking about him. “Why a nursing home?”
His eyes move to see who’s paying attention. When he realizes Chad and Nicole are completely lost in each other and Adam is texting away on his phone, he holds the bottle to his lips and says, “I spent a lot of time at one when I was growing up.”
This is news to me. I don’t remember Wes ever talking about a grandparent, let alone visiting one. “Who were you there to see?”
“My grandmother. I would go visit her once a week.” He pauses and then shrugs. “I would have gone more, but she was all the way in Torrance, and the ride killed my legs.”
I swallow. “You rode your bicycle to Torrance? Wes, that’s like ten miles away from where we lived.”
“Eight and a half.”
“Wow. You must have really loved her.”
He takes a drink of his beer, and I can tell it’s because he’s hiding whatever emotions are running through him rather than just being thirsty. “She passed last year.”
“I’m so sorry. You must have missed seeing her.”
“Nah. I moved her here to a place near Cal,” he states matter-of-factly, and I sit back in my seat, surprised.
Here I thought, I knew everything about this guy since he was ten years old. It makes me wonder what else I don’t know.
Wesley Knight is like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One moment, he’s funny, and he does these surprisingly kind gestures for others. The next, he’s a bad-boy seducer who riles me up in the worst way.
I don’t get a chance to pry any more because he puts his beer on the table and leans close to say, “Don’t think this little conversation is making me forget what you did back there in the kitchen.”
With that, he gets up, says good night to the guys, and walks into the bathroom. When I hear the shower water running, I can’t help but wonder which version of Wesley I’ll get the next time I see him. And when I do, what kind of punishment will he have in store for me?
I curl into my bed a little after midnight, staring at the ceiling. I try to sleep, but it’s useless. I’ve scoured the internet, checked every social media page I have, and filled every virtual shopping cart of my favorite store with things I never plan to actually buy.
My problem: I’m horny.
I’d try to touch myself, but it’s no use. I need something stronger, and my toy is way too loud. Chad and Nicole drank too much and decided to sleep here, and I’d be mortified if Chad heard the buzzing of my battery-operated tickler down the hall.
I chuckle to myself when memories of how I touched Wes in the kitchen flash through my mind. I’ve never been so brazen. Wes is doing things to me, making me do things I never thought I’d do. I only got a taste of what his cock would feel like when I pressed against him in his car, and when I saw the opportunity, I had to take it.
With a huff, I roll to my side, even more sexually frustrated than I was before.
I toss and turn, not able to get him out of my mind, no matter how hard I try. When I check the clock, I see it’s been an hour, and I’m still wide-awake. I drop my head on my pillow, and that’s when I hear it.
The turning of my bedroom doorknob echoes through the air. I sit up, staring to see what’s going on, not sure if I should be frightened by an intruder or elated that it’s Wes coming to put me out of my misery.
When my eyes lock with his, it doesn’t matter how dark my room is; all I can see is the desire he’s blazing into me. I throw my sheets off of me and sit up. The bed squeaks, and his finger goes up to his mouth in a shushing motion.
As he pads into my room, barefoot, my floor creaks, and he stops his movements, sidestepping until he finds a place that doesn’t make any sound.
Wordlessly, he struts toward me. With my feet still planted on the ground and my ass on my bed, he stands directly next to me. Placing his finger under my chin, he tilts my head up to meet his eyes. He doesn’t have a shirt on, and the gray sweatpants he’s wearing are hugging him in all the right areas.
He leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips before whispering in my ear, “Lie down very slowly.”
“Is everything okay—”
“Shh,” he says in a whisper as he kneels down on the bed and it squeaks to accommodate his weight. “You shouldn’t speak or big brother will wonder what’s going on in here.”
Confused, I tilt my head in wonder as he hovers over me. “What are you doing?”
His hand glides down the front of my sleep shorts, and I let out a gasp at the electrifying touch. My sounds are too loud for his liking, so he leans close and silences me with a kiss. It’s firm and controlling as he swallows my whimpers while his hand moves over my clit.
Our breaths are ragged when we part, and he behaves by removing his hand.
I lick my lips and watch as his eyes dance to my mouth and slowly drift to my breasts that are heaving.