“You can’t change your past. Chad knows that. He’ll get over it.”
“He made me promise not to touch you.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s just a big-brother thing—”
“Every year since we were ten. I vowed on our friendship that I’d never.” His eyes turn soft as he places a hand on my cheek. I fall into it. “I want this to work. You know that, right?”
I nod against the warmth of his palm. “I’m really starting to believe it. It’s okay if we keep this our secret for a while. It’s all so raw that I’m not ready for other people to crash into our little bubble. Especially if it’s going to bring chaos that we don’t need. Just promise me, you’ll never pull a stunt like you did at the bar when other people are around.”
His other hand grips my head and pulls me close. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
“Me neither.”
Chapter Sixteen
I’m back in the pool, getting a great workout in after a few days of not being able to. My courses have been intense, and I have papers due before the holiday weekend.
Mom has been calling me nonstop, asking questions about Nicole’s likes and dislikes. Chad thinks Mom’s worrying is ridiculous, so he refuses to answer her. I know that Mom will not stop until she buys two of everything for our houseguest, so in between studying, I’ve been making time to answer her questions.
Yes, Nicole eats dairy.
No, she won’t care if we don’t eat on the fine china.
Mom’s also asking if Wes is coming home for Thanksgiving. Chad and I have mentioned it, but he still refuses to come back to Los Angeles. I’m not entirely sure why. All he says is, there’s nothing there for him.
While I wish he’d come back with us, I respect his decision. That, and he’s been so much fun lately that I’m having a hard time being upset about anything, even knowing I’ll be away from him for a few days.
Our relationship is still on the down-low. With Chad sleeping at Nicole’s a few nights a week and given that we have a million reasons to hang out, it’s really easy to keep up the ruse.
And dare I say, it’s thrilling, sneaking around.
Last week, he took me to tacos and a movie. We saw one of the guys from the team while walking out of the theater and hid like criminals behind a pillar. Wes kept repeating Mission: Impossible quotes, and then he tickled me, daring me to be quiet. The event was so funny to us that we laughed the entire way home, and then we made out like animals in his car since Chad was home.
Another time, after class, he pulled me out of the hallway and into an empty lecture hall. We fooled around in there until the professor came in, and we ducked out before he could say anything.
What I love the most though are the simple nights. The baseball games on the couch with everyone around. He sits close but not too close. We text each other GIFs and jokes, living in our secret bubble.
The only person who seems to be catching on is Nicole. It must be her woman’s intuition because not one of the guys even looks my way anymore. She is a sleuth and always seems to catch my eye when Wes and I are being particularly devilish. It’s okay though. I know she’s acting dumb about it, so she can honestly say she never knew for sure.
I climb out of the pool and head to the locker room. It’s laundry day, so Wes and I are meeting in the laundry room for our weekly spin cycle and grope session.
Did I mention Tuesday is my favorite day of the week now?
I’m in the locker room, getting my things for the shower, when a pair of strong arms wraps around my body. I yelp, practically grabbing my rape whistle out of my duffel bag, when I hear Wes’s laughter against my ear as he bites the lobe and then spins me around.
I slap him in the chest. “You idiot! You scared me half to death.” I look over his shoulder and then whisper-scold him, “What are you doing in here? You’ll get us in trouble.”
He bends down and kisses me. “Chad and Nicole are making dinner tonight, so I thought I’d come here and sneak in some alone time since I won’t be able to hold you later.”
“It’s Tuesday. We have our secret spot booked.”
In an instant, his mouth is on mine, and his hands move to my ass and thrust my wet body forward against him. Our mouths are greedy and our hands impatient as they roam quickly over each other.
“Let’s go back home and get to the laundry room,” I say.
“Can’t. Nicole’s washer is broken, so they’re doing laundry there now.”
“What the fuck? Don’t they know that’s our spot?”
He grins as he removes his T-shirt. “Looks like we need a new spot.”
“Are you insane? Someone could walk in here any minute.”
Taking my hand, he pulls me toward the shower stalls. “Then, we’d better go hide.”
He brings me to the farthest stall at the end of the row and closes the metal door. There’s a small changing area that leads to a slightly larger shower. He turns the water on before removing his shoes and socks and then his jeans, and then he stands there, beautiful in just a pair of black boxer briefs.
We’re so physically close at this moment, so it takes no effort for me to lean forward and take his mouth in mine. Barely breaking our kiss, I yank off his boxers while he peels down my bathing suit. Our skin is clammy from the shower steam, and our breathing is labored as we grip and claw at one another.
In no time, we’re in the shower portion, pulling the curtain closed behind us, and cascaded in water while his mouth moves down my body, sucking on my breast as I grip his hair. He lifts me against the cold tiled wall, my legs wrapped around him, and carries my full weight in his arms while he positions himself beneath me, teasing me with the tip of his cock.
“The swim team is going to be in here any second,” I breathe.
“Then, you’d better be extra quiet.” He eases inside me, and I let out a gasp, listening as the doors of the locker room open with the entrance of people coming in.
“When did you become such a risk-taker?”
“Since I met someone worth risking it all for.”
His words might not have been said to elicit the kind of reaction they’re causing, but right now, my body is quivering with lust and need and—Dammit—a tinge of love for the romantic words he just said.
My hands grip the slick metal siding to brace myself as he pumps inside me. I’ve never had sex against a wall and always thought it was impossible. Clearly, I was not thinking about the sheer strength and determination of Wesley Knight.
I’m louder than I should be, so I bite his shoulder to stifle my moans, making him bury his head in my shoulder.
After my orgasm hits, my legs give out, and he pulls out to let me down. He grips my head and presses his forehead against mine as he jerks off into his hand and expels down the drain. Watching his mouth form an O as his eyes close in pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
We’re sated, but we have nowhere to go. The girls’ locker room is now packed, and Wesley can’t leave. If he’s caught, he’ll receive disciplinary action for sure.
“What are we gonna do?” I laugh into his chest at our predicament.