I shrugged. Mom may have kept hoping for her prince charming, but I’d given up that dream a long time ago. Everyone in Compton was in the same boat as we were. The only ones who had money to burn were the gangs. And while Mom may have hooked up with shitheads, she’d stayed away from the gangs.
Was it because of my father? Had she not wanted to risk getting close to any of the local gangs, just in case they’d somehow found out about me? Lucas had said she’d known the truth about my father. Was that just another way she’d protected me, all without me ever having known it?
“I know Dad said Carter isn’t a good man. And I guess he isn’t, not really. But he’s not a bad man either, at least, I don’t think so. He’d always been kind to us, and if it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t even be here.”
“Don’t tell me he’s your dad too,” I teased, elbowing him gently.
“God, no! But Dad got into some shit when he was younger, around our age. He’s never told us the specifics. All I know is he’d had a run-in with one of the cartels and Carter had saved him. I’ve probably asked him a hundred times for more details, but he always told us he’d tell us more when we were older.”
“And, let me guess, he’s never going to think you’re old enough?”
“Bingo.” Wes grinned, then laughed. “But Carter was around a lot when we were younger. And every time he showed up, he always had a present for each of us kids. It was never anything valuable. By that point, Dad had already made a small fortune of his own. But it was always something unique to each of us, something that showed he paid attention to us, you know?”
“What did he bring you?”
Wes laughed, his eyes lighting up. Even though he was looking right at me, it seemed like he didn’t even see me, like he was a million miles away. “The last thing he brought me before they arrested him was an authentic luchador mask. I’d just started getting into wrestling, wanting to be like Chuck, and Carter had encouraged me in it. I’ve still got it in my closet, believe it or not.”
“You should wear it to your meet this weekend,” I said with a smirk. “We’ll get you a Speedo, oil you up, and you can put on the mask. It’ll be just like the wrestling on TV. I bet you’d win without ever having to wrestle! Your opponent wouldn’t want to get near you for fear you might pop his cherry.”
Wes growled, and in the blink of an eye, Wes was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. He grinned down at me as he slid his hips back and forth, rubbing his crotch against me. “Keep it up with your jokes and I might just have to pop your cherry.”
“Is that a promise?”
Wes growled again. When he ground his hips against me again, his bulge was bigger. Then, he leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He kept my arms pinned, his body holding me down. There was nowhere to go, but there was nowhere I wanted to go.
I moaned into his mouth, squirming against him. The longer we kissed, the larger the bulge between his legs got. My entire body got hot as we continued kissing, rubbing out bodies together. It was so tempting to take him up on his teasing offer to pop my cherry, to finally give in and just have sex with him.
As pressure built up inside me, though, I knew I wasn’t going to last nearly long enough for us to get to that point. Already my clothes were stuck to my body with sweat. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, especially with Wes still kissing me.
Wes didn’t slow down, either. He just kept grinding against me, his hardness sending shivers through my body. I was so close, so damned close, all from such simple contact. I’d never gotten off just from grinding bodies and making out with any other guy before. But with Wes, it was almost a guarantee!
It didn’t take either of us very long to reach that point either. Wes ground hard against me one last time as his entire body shuddered. That was all I could take, and I moaned into his mouth as my own body was wracked with spasms of pleasure.
Wes finally broke the kiss as we both gasped for air. I grinned at him as he slumped against me. He was heavy as a sack of bricks, but I was still riding his high and didn’t really care. All I cared about was being there with Wes, not wanting to go back to reality any time soon.
“I think I need a shower,” I said dreamily. I was still floating in that realm between real life and that orgasmic utopia Wes had brought me to. Even though my clothes were stuck to my skin and I could already smell the sweat and my own arousal, I wasn’t eager to get out of the bed.
“I think we both do,” Wes countered. Then, he grinned at me, his eyes shining again. “Or, we could just shower together.”
My heart raced and my eyes went wide at the suggestion. I couldn’t deny the heat rising up inside me as I imagine being in the tiny shower stall with Wes, both of us naked and wet, with no way to avoid rubbing up against each other.
“I don’t know....” I said at last. As much fun as it would be, I wasn’t sure either of us would be able to behave in there. And losing my virginity in the shower was barely a step above a school bathroom stall.
But, at the same time, I couldn’t just dismiss his offer. I wanted to be in the shower with him. I wanted to feel his body pressed up against mine and his hands wandering all over me. If he could make it that explosive with us both fully clothed, I could only imagine what he could do with us wet and naked.
“What if I promise to keep my hands to myself?” Wes whispered into my ear, practically purring. His hot breath against my quickly cooling skin made me shiver.
The look I gave him made him laugh. Wes could promise to keep his hands to himself all he wanted. I wasn’t going to believe it for a moment. There was no way he’d be able to resist touching me. He couldn’t keep his hands off me when we both were fully dressed, much less naked and crammed into a tiny shower stall together.
Wes laughed, then leaned down and kissed me briefly. “Okay, I get your point. What if I promise to at least keep my dick to myself. Would that be enough?”
“You think you can keep that promise?” I teased. I wasn’t just worried about him, either. I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to control myself being that close to him. I wanted to believe I had the self-control to shower with him and keep it mostly under control, but after the explosive orgasm he’d just given me, I wasn’t positive.
Wes nodded, still smiling at me, and I let out a sigh. It was too tempting to pass up the chance. So, I let him pull me up off the bed, then lead me into the bathroom. He turned the water on to warm up, then the two of us stood there, staring at each other for a long moment.
Finally, Wes let out a growl and practically tore his t-shirt off before tossing it into the laundry basket. A moment later, his shorts joined his shirt, leaving him standing there in just his boxers. I sucked in a breath, already feeling overwhelmed just by seeing his muscles coated in sweat. The prominent wet spot on the front of his boxers didn’t help either.
When he finally pealed them off, though, standing naked in front of me, I nearly fainted. I’d seen him naked once before and I wasn’t any less shocked now than I had been then. He was standing with his hands on his hips, smirking at me with everything on display, certainly didn’t help.
“Your turn,” he said with just a bit of challenge in his voice.