"Uh… n-nothing."
"Wes, don't do that. You don't need to pretend everything is okay with me."
She shoves my shoulder and I roll off her, knowing that I'm probably hurting her. Her eyes find mine, the hunger still there, but the thing that shines through the most is understanding and compassion. The sight of it brings a lump to my throat.
No one's ever got close enough to my life to see any of this before. I know that most of that is my fault because I've been terrified of allowing anyone to discover just how toxic my home life is.
"She's going to go back to him," I confess. "Tomorrow she'll wake up and think that a night away will have fixed everything, and she'll go back."
"I know," she soothes, brushing my hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "It's going to take more to end the cycle."
"I don't even think she wants it to end. That's what scares me the most. She'll stay there until he finally takes things too far, and I won't be there to stop him."
"It won't come to that," she assures me.
"You can't know that. Every time, he gets a little bit worse, a little more violent."
"When did it start?"
I let out a sigh as I think back over my childhood. "Honestly, I don't even know. A part of me wonders if it's always been there. That I was just too young or naïve to see it. But the turning point was when my granddad died a few years ago."
She nods, keeping her eyes on mine as she absorbs every word I say to her.
It feels weird to talk about it. Even Mom and I have never properly discussed the things that happen in our own home. Like everything, she just brushes it under the rug in the hope it won't happen again.
"That's when he started drinking more, when his vendetta against the club ramped up."
"Did your grandfather have the same beliefs?"
"Yeah, I think so. Although, I was never close to him. He was cold, unfriendly. Exactly what my father is turning into. I don't think the same," I quickly add, needing her to know.
"I know, Wes. I wouldn't be here right now if I thought for one second you did. Neither would the guys."
"It's already a small miracle they haven’t slaughtered me yet," I joke.
"They're not that bad."
I raise my brows at her. "Don’t you remember what they did to me on the first day of school?"
"Can you blame them? They thought your alliances were with Evan and that you needed to be taught a lesson."
"I think I did. I never belonged with Evan and the team, but my skills on the field meant it was where I felt most at home. I was either with him or against him, and I chose the path of least resistance."
"Understandable." Sadie nods.
"I should have stood up to him sooner. Tried to stop him. I—"
"It's okay, Wes," she says, pressing her hand to my chest. "I get it."
"You shouldn't have to."
"And you shouldn't have to deal with the shit you do, but life sucks sometimes."
"Yeah," I say, leaning in closer and brushing my lips over hers, long past having the patience to talk about my cunt of a father while she's lying naked beside me. "But then other times, you end up in bed with a princess."
"Wes," she rolls her eyes. "I hate that nickname."
"Why am I not surprised? Don't tell me, you'd prefer to be our queen?"
Her eyes flash with something that I can't decipher. "You're really okay with this?"
"Do we even know what this is?"
"N-no, I—"
"Then let's not worry about it right now, yeah?"
I brush my lips over hers, not ready for our time to be over just yet. But just as I'm about to deepen the kiss, she slips out from beneath me and climbs to her feet. "Where are you going?" I ask, pushing to sit.
She pauses in her escape, her eyes dropping to my body and my more than ready cock. She bites down on her bottom lips as she stares at it.
"Sadie," I growl, my impatience getting the better of me.
After another couple of seconds, she holds her hand out for me. I have no idea where she's leading me, and quite frankly, I don't care. Right now, I'd follow her to the end of the Earth if it meant spending more time together.
Thankfully, she only takes me through to her bathroom. She turns toward me and presses her hands to my chest, pushing me backward and looking up at me through her lashes. "I'm feeling all kinds of dirty right now."
A smirk curls at my lips as I drop my gaze down her body. "Oh yeah, you look filthy."
I let her push me into her shower stall, then, pressing herself against me, she reaches for the knob and we both get blasted with ice-cold water.
"Holy shit."
"Pussy," she jokes, reaching up on her tiptoes so she can whisper in my ear. "There's something I want to do. Something I can't stop thinking about."
"Oh yeah. Want to enlighten me?" I ask, hoping like hell the idea in my head is the same as the one in hers.
"How about I show you?"
Her fingers twist in my hair, angling my head so she can kiss me before planting soft kisses across my chest, getting lower each time.
"Sadie Ray," I groan when she starts kissing over my abs.
"What's up, Pretty Boy?" She smiles up at me and my heart tumbles over in my chest at the sight of her dropping to her knees before me.
Her hands run up my thighs as she studies my length that's bobbing impatiently in front of her.
"What are you thinking, princess?"
"Wondering if you'll taste as good as I'm imagining."
"There's only one way to find out."
"Hmm…" She hums, lifting her hand up and wrapping her fingers around my length. "I guess so."
Poking her tongue out, she licks the precum from my tip, making my hips thrust forward from the almost non-existent contact alone.
"Fuck, Sadie."
"That's nothing. Hold on."
"H-holy shit," I growl as she takes me in her mouth and sucks me all the way back. "Fuck. That feels good."
My fingers tangle in her hair, but I don't take over, instead just letting her do her thing and watching every second of her sucking me off.
Best fucking sight in the world.
In an embarrassing short few minutes, I already feel my balls drawing up. "S-Sadie, I'm gonna—" I try warning her, but all she does is take me that little bit deeper, forcing me down her throat, and my warning is obliterated as I explode.
The groan that rips from my throat and echoes around the bathroom doesn't even sound like my own as she swallows down every drop.
The second she's done, I pull her to her feet with my hands still in her hair and slam my lips down on hers. I press her back against the cold tiles and wrap her legs around my waist, knowing that I'm going to be ready to go again in a few minutes.
I always am when she's around.
I can't seem to get enough.
14
Sadie
I lie awake, cocooned in Wes's arms. He fell asleep almost the second we tumbled into bed, after making me come twice more in the shower.