Brent leaves, closing the door behind him with a click. Everything seems to hit me all at once as I stand in the unfamiliar room alone with Wes. I’m in Denver, in Brent’s house that he shares with his family. Brynn’s here. I just saw them for the first time in over ten years. We’re about to spend the holidays together.
Wes is here with me.Wes,who insisted on coming with me, and hasn’t shied away from a single thing since we got here. Wes, who helped me through my panic attack yesterday instead of running away screaming.
“Are you okay?” Wes asks, and I feel as though he can see the panic starting to bubble up once again.
When I don’t answer right away, he steps up to me, cupping my face and forcing my gaze up to him. “What do you need?”
I try to shake my head, but it’s subtle with the way he’s holding me. “I just need a minute, if that’s okay.”
“Yeah. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Okay,” I whisper and his eyes search mine. Before he lets go he leans down and presses his mouth to mine, just like I did to him in the car.
His isn’t as quick as mine was. He lingers there as our lips touch gently, and I feel myself melting against him. Especially when his tongue brushes against my bottom lip, and I open for him. This kiss is intense but not in the way it usually is. We aren’t trying to rip each other’s clothes off or fighting for dominance.
Right now, we’re just kissing to feel. To be there for each other. To silently say all the things we can’t voice.
When he pulls back, I think this is the first time I’ve seen his eyes so soft when he’s looking at me. “Let me know if you need anything.”
I nod and sway as he lets me go before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
My shoulders drop as the feelings return full force. I turn toward the bed as it’s practically calling my name. I step toward itand as soon as I’m close enough to fall face first into the soft comforter, I do just that.
I let out a long breath, listening to the shower turn on in the other room, and think about Wes in there. Which inevitably leads to me thinking about what he looks like as he strips out of his clothes and steps under the water.
Turning my head to the side, I just listen to the sound of water hitting the tile thinking about what he could be doing in there. Then I think about what we could be doing in there together. I get up, not thinking about where we are because I just want the distraction. The kind that only he can give me.
I remove my clothes and leave them on the floor on my way to the bathroom, opening the door slowly so I can watch him for a couple moments before he sees me. Of course, it’s Wes and he’s hyper aware of everything that as soon as his body is in view through the glass shower he’s already looking at me.
“I thought you wanted some time.” He wipes the water from his face. I watch his arm flex at the movement, which only spurs me on to walk forward. The spot between my thighs is throbbing, needing the man currently looking at me with so much heat I think we both might spontaneously combust.
Opening the door to the shower, I tell him softly, “I had enough.”
The steam surrounds me as I close the door behind me, keeping my eyes locked on his as I close the distance between us. I can’t even appreciate how fancy this bathroom is because all I see is him.
“And what do you want now?” He doesn’t move, just waits to see what I’m going to do or say.
I let my eyes roam over him, lingering on his chest where I bring my fingertips up to a scar there. I want to ask what it’s from, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. I move to another mark, then another. I trace the muscles on his chest while taking in the small scars decorating his skin. They remind me of the big one on the back of his leg, and about how I’m curious where it came from but I won’t dare ask.
Instead, I move my hand lower to his thickened cock and wrap my hand around him tightly. He grunts, but doesn’t try to stop me, just keeping his gaze trained on me. Not at my hand, not my body. He’s looking atme.
I stroke him once, twice to see if he’s going to try and regain control. I expect him to yank my hand away and slam me against the wall. But he doesn’t. He just keeps his eyes locked on mine as I move my fist over him at a leisurely pace.
“How does that feel?” I ask, just barely above a whisper.
“Everything you do feels good, Angel. You make everything feel good.”
I bring my bottom lip between my teeth, and think about what he’s saying. I refuse to read too much into it, but it’s hard not to when I’m feeling so vulnerable. It’s like being here has my chest open leaving my heart completely exposed for him to do whatever he wants with it. He could take it and protect it. Or destroy it, like no one ever has.
Either way, it’s not up to me anymore. It’s up to him.
“Make me feel good,” I tell him. I just want a few minutes to get lost in him.
When I expect him to be rough and put me in my place like he usually does, that’s not what happens. He slides down onto the ground, turning and pushing my back against the tile wall. I yelp at how cold it is, but I quickly forget as soon as he tosses my leg over his shoulder and starts devouring me like I’m the only thing he needs in this world.
CHAPTER 39
Wes
