“Really?”
He nods and looks away. “We were together for a long time. Being with her was easy because it was familiar. But that didn’t mean we were meant for each other, and we kept waiting for things to get better. Obviously, you know how that turned out. So, yeah…I want to end things.”
“Why haven’t you?”
“I didn’t see the point. If I dated again at all, it wouldn’t be for a long time. I can’t do that to Jackson…bring someone into our lives and risk them leaving.”
“But didn’t you want to date?”
“Of course I did. And I do. But Jackson comes first.” He flicks his eyes to me, and my heart skips a beat. I look at this beautiful man before me, realizing now more than ever that he’s everything I never knew I wanted. I used to think my dream man had to be a rich alpha asshole, but now I know how wrong I was.
My dream man is kind and caring, fiercely protecting those he loves. He’s willing to put his own happiness on hold for the sake of another. He’s brave and stands up for the right thing. My dream man values his family, doesn’t get caught up in petty drama and…and is sitting right next to me.
“How long has she been gone?”
“She left when Jackson was almost two months old.”
“Oh, wow. I mean, I’m sorry. Can I call her an idiot? Because she is to leave both Jackson and you.”
Wes smiles, and the tension leaves his face. “Yeah, you can call her an idiot.”
“I’m not sure how the laws work in Indiana, but I know some places have abandonment of marriage rules or whatever they’re called so you can get a divorce without her signature.”
“I know. I’ve thought about it but never saw the point. But now…”
My heart flutters, and he takes me in his arms again. “Now?”
“Now I want to.” He holds me tight against his chest and brings one hand up, combing his fingers through my hair. “I didn’t think I’d find someone who’d fit.”
“Fit?”
“Into our family,” he says quietly. “Someone who I want to be with and someone who’s good with Jackson.”
I blink rapidly, keeping tears at bay. I’m not a crier. Damn you, Weston.
“You think I fit?” I ask, each word coming out a little stronger than the last.
“Yes,” he says.
I close my eyes and lose my battle with the tears. One slips out, cascading down my cheek and landing on Weston’s chest.
“Scarlet?” He tips my head up to him. “Did I say something wrong?”
“The opposite of wrong.”
He hugs me tight and presses his lips to mine. Another tear falls, and he wipes it away with his thumb as he cups my face. I inhale deep, trying to calm myself down. This is everything I wanted and now that it’s happening, I’m already panicking about it coming crashing down around me.
“If it’s too much pressure to date someone with a kid, I understand,” Wes starts.
I stop fighting my tears and kiss him. To anyone else, maybe this isn’t a big deal. It’s not like a marriage proposal or anything, but to me, this means so much.
He looks at me and sees something more than the girl from the ghetto.
“So,” he goes on, kissing me once more. “I’m going to talk to a lawyer. Tomorrow.”
I can’t stop smiling. “I think that’s a good thing.”
He rolls over, pinning me between his large body and the mattress. Heat rushes through me and my pussy contracts. I can still feel him in between my legs, as I’m sure I will in the morning. I curl my legs up around him. His cock jumps and knowing I’m turning him on just from my slight touch makes me horny all over again.
I buck my hips, rubbing myself against him. The tip of his semi-hard cock rubs my clit, and I let out a moan. I do it again, feeling his cock get hard as I use him like a sex toy. Wes takes hold of his cock and rubs it against me, not stopping until I’m squirming against him, mouth falling open as I come.
I’m still riding high, unable to form a coherent thought or even lift my head off the mattress. Wes doesn’t wait, doesn’t give me time to come down from the high. He moves to the edge of the bed, grabs my ankles, and pulls me toward him in one swift movement.
He stands before me, eyes full of hunger as he looks me over. I’m still panting, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Wes leans forward, precum pooling on the tip of his cock, and slips his arms around me. I think he’s going to pull me to him and kiss me, but instead, he flips me over and grabs my ass, bringing his cock to it.
Breathing hard, I push myself up, looking behind me at this beast of a man. He has one hand on his cock, face set, and slips his free hand down between my thighs, spreading my wetness along my opening. His finger sweeps over my clit, sending another jolt through me.
Guiding his cock to me, he slowly pushes into my pussy. Taking a hold of my hips, he thrusts in hard, pulling back until only the tip remains. He pauses, leaving me waiting with bated breath to feel him fill me, every single inch of me, again. Pushing in slow, he teases me, and it hurts so good.
And then he lets loose, fucking me hard and fast. My eyes flutter shut, moaning loudly as I’m overcome with pleasure. Wes’s breathing quickens, and I know he’s close to coming. His fingers press into the flesh on my hips and he pitches forward, hitting me at a new angle. He slides one hand down my hip, going between my legs. He moves his fingers in circles over my sensitive clit, and my god that man is good with his hands. He’s balls deep inside of me, moments away from coming, and he’s reacting to me as if he can read my mind and knows exactly how to touch me.
My muscles tense, and I feel the orgasm building inside me. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. My breath hitches, and the orgasm rolls over me, coming in waves. The first feels amazing. The second knocks me senseless. I collapse down onto the mattress, pussy spasming tightly around Wes’s cock, wetness spilling onto the sheets beneath us.
Wes pulls out, hand going to his cock, pumping his dick as I fall back onto the mattress. He dives on top of me, falling between my legs, and kisses me as he enters me again. I can hardly kiss him back, and I’m not even going to attempt lifting my arms to wrap around his neck. I know I can’t.
Stars dot my vision, and my ears ring. Wes buries his head against my neck, pumping in and out of me faster and faster until he lets out a guttural growl as he comes. He lowers himself to the mattress, panting.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, blinking open my eyes.
“I am incredible.” He smirks and rolls over, getting out of bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. I clean myself up and snuggle up with him. “Not to ruin the mood,” he starts. “But we didn’t use protection.”
“I don’t have anything,” I tell him. “And I’m assuming you don’t, either.”
“Right. But I don’t want you to get pregnant.”
“It’s a fat chance. But we should probably use protection or pull out just to be safe.”
“I can do that.”
I could easily fall asleep right now, but I don’t want to miss a minute with Wes.
I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon wafting up the stairs. I’m still naked in Weston’s bed. My heart is still soaring as I get up, use the bathroom, and put on a robe. I brush my teeth, twist my hair into a messy bun, and go downstairs.