She stroked me up and down in her hand. Gone was the girl uncertain with herself. Here she was, the firecracker I’d always seen her as. The girl she’d been before someone tried to blow out her flame. Two weeks of incredible sex later, and no longer would I hear her say that she couldn’t come from sex, that she was difficult, or any of those other ridiculous things.
Only the heartthrob I’d known was in there.
“Now, who isn’t being fair?” I groaned as she licked up the seam at the head.
She grinned devilishly. “Oh, did you want something?”
Before I could answer, she took my cock in her mouth. I moaned, pushing my fingers into her hair as she took me in deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered.
Then, she moved, dragging out and bobbing back down on me. I watched her enjoyment as she sucked me. She’d been hesitant about this, too. It had only been used as a guilt trip in the past, and now, she was here, offering it to me on her knees. She had come a long way. And I fucking adored it.
She worked more vigorously at my cock, sliding her hand up and down the shaft. Most of the time, I’d let her get me off like this, but not tonight. I needed to be inside of her. I needed her little body.
“Snickers,” I said, drawing her back off me.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“You said you’d crawl for me.”
Her eyes widened. She’d said it in jest, and I thought she might tell me to go fuck myself. But then, to my amazement, she dropped to her hands, gave me a filthy look as she glanced back at me, and then crawled toward the bed. Her skirt this evening was not flouncy, as it had been that first night. And as she moved away from me, it rode up her hips and exposed every inch of her ass, including the bright red thong.
“God, that’s a sight.”
She made it onto the bed and flopped backward, not bothering to tug down her dress. “Well, you looked. Are you going to come touch?”
“Fuck yes.”
I ripped off my pants as she removed her dress and thong. Then, I snagged her hips and wrenched her down on the bed toward me. She squeaked and then laughed softly. I flipped her over onto all fours.
She pushed her ass back toward me. “Please.”
The word undid me. I hastily sheathed myself before plunging deep inside of her. She gasped and reached back to grab my hand.
“So full,” she murmured.
“Take me all the way,” I encouraged, pulling out and thrusting again. It took a few thrusts before she opened fully enough for me to seat myself inside of her.
I took the one hand she’d offered, her face pressing into the comforter, and then I grabbed the other. I drew her wrists together into one hand to use as leverage as I withdrew and then shot back inside of her.
She gasped. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” I cried out.
I’d been close with her lips wrapped around my cock. I’d been so close that it was almost painful to stop. But I wanted to finish inside of her. Her moans of pleasure as I kept up a fast rhythm told me all I needed to know about what she wanted, too.
“Come with me,” I commanded.
I thrust harder, the sounds of wet skin smacking together over and over. She shouted her orgasm into the mattress. With her pussy tight around me, I came hard, roaring into the bedroom. Heedless of who heard.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she said. “Wow.”
I released her arms and rubbed an encouraging hand down her spine. “You were perfect.”
She shivered as I pulled out of her, collapsing into a heap on the bed. I discarded the condom into a trash bin. Then, I wrapped myself around her.
“West,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
She yawned. “You probably can’t sleep here.”
“I won’t,” I told her.
“But I want you to.”
“I know.” I kissed her shoulder and banded my arm across her stomach to pull her in closer. “I don’t have to leave yet.”
She yawned again. “Okay.”
I held her in my arms as my mind began to drift. Tonight had been incredible. Easily one of the best nights of my life. I’d never thought I’d get to play that sort of venue where millions watched on. And then to end it here, like this. It was more than I could have dreamed. In fact, I imagined for a second what it would be like to have Nora with me all the time in LA.
Except it was a fantasy, not reality. Because Campbell would never be okay with this. And Nora couldn’t just leave Lubbock. Her entire life was there. We were lucky that she hadn’t already had a wedding this weekend.
And with that bout of disappointment, I circled back to what had been bugging me all night—my dad.
He’d called. He was proud of me. And yet…and yet…he was a supreme asshole. How could I reconcile wanting his approval and despising him for everything he’d done to me?
Nora’s breathing began to slow, and I could feel her slipping toward unconsciousness. “Nora?”
She startled at my voice. “Hmm?”
I didn’t know how to bring this up. I’d never talked about the complications with my dad with anyone but my siblings. People who understood. Even Jordan and Julian didn’t really understand. How could they?
“My dad called before the show.”
She slowly rolled over and looked up into my eyes. “I didn’t think y’all were talking.”
“We’re not. Well, Whitt told me that he wanted to congratulate me.”
“And did he?”
“Yeah, he did.” I sighed. “Which is all I ever wanted from him.”
“But?” she asked, as if hearing the hesitation in my voice.
“I don’t trust him. I don’t believe him. Is he really happy for me, or is he going to use it as an excuse to get back in and hurt me?”
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I’m not sure you’d know without talking to him, but for what it’s worth, I think he is proud of you.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
“Because look at you,” she said. “You’re taking over the world. You played The Tonight Show. It’s a lot. I’m proud of you.”
Her words had the desired effect of making my chest warm. Her approval made me nearly as happy as my father’s.
“Thank you.”
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. “What are you afraid of?”
I closed my eyes. “That I’m just like him.”
“You’re not…”
“You’re a secret,” I blurted out.
She put her hands on my face. “Look at me.”
I did as she’d asked. I hated comparing myself to him. But how could I not? Was I doing the same shit he had, so I could get what I wanted?
“It’s not the same,” she said.
“Isn’t it?”
She laughed and shook her head. “You’re not hiding me because you’re married to someone else. Wait, are you?”
I laughed and shook my head. “But…”
“We agreed to this.”
“My mom must have agreed, too.”
“West, you’re leaving after all of this. You’re going back to LA, permanently. This isn’t a way for you to have your cake and eat it too. If you were doing that, you’d string me along. You’d make me believe that this could work when you were gone. You’d get to have me when you could have me, and you’d have whoever you wanted in LA, too.”