He fills every single inch, and I cry out with pleasure as he pulls out only to push back in. I bend my knees, hooking a leg around him. He rocks his hips, thrusting in and out slowly at first and then speeding up his movements. He’s doing everything he can not to come right now, and I’m getting closer and closer to coming again myself. My eyes are shut, and my head is to the side. I have one hand on Westin’s ass, feeling him drive that big dick in and out of me.
The other hand is gripping the sheets beneath us. Because I’ve never felt anything this intense in my whole life. I’m not just having amazing sex with Weston. We have a connection, and being together like this only furthers that.
I squeeze the leg that’s wrapped around him, bringing myself up against him. Wes moans, head falling forward. He buries it in my neck, teeth nipping at my skin. Then he pushes in balls deep, biting at my neck as he comes. Feeling his cock pulse inside of me pushes me over the edge, and I dig my nails into his skin as I climax again.
Weston holds himself in me for a moment and then moves back, holding himself above me just enough to look into my eyes. Brushing my hair back, he kisses me softly and pulls out, lying down on the mattress next to me.
We’re more than aware of the mess we’ve made, but neither of us cares. Weston pulls me into his arms, spooning his body against mine. We stay like that for a moment, neither of us wanting to move. But I have to pee, so I force myself up and hurry to the bathroom. I clean myself up and dash back to bed. Wes pulled the covers down, and I climb in next to him.
Moonlight spills in through the window, illuminating Weston’s face. I sit up, sheet falling off my shoulder, and gently brush his hair back. My heart is still hammering away in my chest, breasts rising and falling. I’ve never felt so much with anyone before.
I’ve never let myself.
I’ve been afraid, though laying here next to Wes, I don’t know what I was afraid of.
“Tired?” I ask him, snuggling back down against his muscular chest.
“Not really.” He folds me up in his arms, and it’s like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Where I’m meant to be. Soon enough, the effects of the intense orgasms he just gave me will wear off and the gravity of the situation will hit me.
Whether or not I’ll survive impact is still up in the air.
But I do know I want to survive it. Even though I’ve stayed in the same place for so long, I’ve spent my whole life running. Trying to escape what was right in front of me, and it’s not until this very moment that I realize I was running in circles.
“Are you?” His lips brush against the back of my neck as he talks.
“No, but I don’t plan on getting up any time soon.” I roll over and hook my leg over his. He sweeps his hand across my waist, splaying his fingers over the small of my back. I push one arm under his pillow, pulling myself closer to him. He kisses my forehead, and I close my eyes, relishing his warmth.
“We should have done this the first time I kissed you,” Wes says softly.
“We’re quite good at it,” I say, nuzzling my head against him. “We could have been doing it the whole time. But that’s okay because we get to keep doing it now.” I don’t realize what I’m saying until it’s said. I’m implying we’re taking thing to the next level, that we’re in a relationship more than boss and employee now.
He’s my boyfriend.
Previously, the thought would have made me go running for the hills without a look back. But now…now things are different. Wes is different.
He made me different.
Or maybe…maybe he brought out exactly who I always was. Who I was always meant to me. He showed me that there’s nothing to fear, that surrendering to someone isn’t scary. It’s exhilarating. It’s freeing.
That admitting I’m happier with him doesn’t make me weak. It makes me stronger, and having my heart beat right along his is the thing I was missing my whole life. He makes me want to be a better person and leave the past behind me. He even makes me think it’s possible to move on and start over.
Simply put, he makes me happy. Nothing will bring me down from the high I’m on right now.
“Scarlet, we need to talk.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Scarlet
The way he says my name makes my heart skip a beat, but not in a good way. I tense and sit up, suddenly cold now that I’m away from his body heat. He swallows hard, doesn’t look me in the eye, and pushes himself up on the mattress. Moving his pillow behind him, he leans against the headboard.
“You regret sleeping with me?” I blurt.
“Fuck no.” He shakes his head and reaches for me. I tense, heart hammering away and feeling like I might throw up. I open my heart to a man for all of half a night and he’s already dropping the we need to talk line.
What is wrong with me? Why did I think things would be different with Wes? I’ve been burned by love so many times in the past, starting with my own mother. Love isn’t real, and I need to pull away now before I die in a sea of flames.
“Scarlet,” he says again and takes a hold of my waist. He’s stronger than me and he knows it, but I’ll be damned before I let him get the best of me.
“I can just go if you want me to.” I pull away and start to get out of bed.
“What?” he rushes up, moving toward me. “No. I don’t want you to leave. Please.”
I stop, turning around and looking at the man before me. He’s so big, so muscular and strong. And yet he looks so vulnerable right now. Letting out a shaky breath, I inch closer. “I’m no good at this, Wes,” I admit. “I usually avoid my feelings and try not to let myself get attached to anyone or anything. It’s hard for me to trust people, and you’re freaking me out.”
“I know,” he says, snaking his arms around me again. I should protest, but dammit, it feels so good to have his body against mine. I cave and let him pull me close, and I snuggle up with my head on his chest. “That’s why I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.” I run my hand up his side, bracing myself.
“Maybe I should have told you before I slept with you.”
I sit up, eyes wide. “You’re not helping your case.”
He nods and closes his eyes in a long blink. “I’m still married,” he says and waits, expecting the bomb to go off.
“Oh. That’s it?”
His eyebrows go up. “You’re not mad?”
I shake my head. “I already knew that.”
“You did?”
“Quinn told me at the bar tonight.”
His brow furrows. “Oh, well that’s good I guess.”
I smile. “So does that solve our issue?”
He doesn’t look at me. “It feels unfair to you to start something when I haven’t ended things with Daisy.”
“Do you want to end things?” I ask carefully, afraid of his answer. My heart is on the line here, and one word can change everything. I inhale and brace myself for the worst. That he doesn’t want to end things. Daisy is Jackson’s mother, after all.
“I wanted to end things before she left,” Weston admits, and his words throw me.