I want to be brave enough to go after what I want.
A home.
Friends.
Family.
Him.
“All of you,” I tell him the short answer, and that does it.
He growls, ferocious and gravelly, before lifting me from the wall, supporting me with his arms behind my body, my legs over his shoulders as I squeal the entire way to his bed. He drops me down, letting me fall several feet under his watchful stare.
The man must be a pro, because in what seems like a flash, he’s naked and so am I.
In another breath, he’s pushing inside of me, from the top, and I don’t stop him. On the contrary, I urge him on, short black nails in his back, lips to his ear, mewling, begging him to take me, to give me more.
I want all of what he has to give me.
And I think I finally trust someone enough to let myself take what they have to offer.
As long as his name is Weston Grady.
Soft fingers trailthrough my hair, playing with the strands as I wake, face nestled in a hard, bare, masculine chest that smells familiar. Something woody, spicy, and safe that stirs memories of feeling cherished, even worshipped.
“Mmm,” I murmur, opening my eyes to take in the man beneath me.
His other hand traces over my arm, stretched lazily across his upper body.
“Mornin’, darlin’,” he says in a sleepy voice that might even be hotter than his normal one.
“Time is it?” I ask, bleary-eyed.
“Late,” he says with a quiet chuckle.
We stayed up most of the night again, making the most of my return to Smoky Heights. When the girls and guys night at the bowling alleyfinallyended, I went to my van, acting like I was going to spend the night in Van Gogh, and when the others had left Weston grabbed me and whisked me to his place in his pickup, covering our tracks. Our hands wandered the entire way home, and we barely made it in the door without him inside of me. We didn’t waste a minute of the night after that.
Not too keen on wasting any time today either. It’s Sunday, meaning neither of us have work until tomorrow and we have the whole day to ourselves.
Weston lifts his shoulders off the bed so he can kiss the top of my head, and I snuggle further into his body. Settling back in,I feel something solid poke my arm, and some parts of me wake up faster than others. A low burn pulls in my belly, and I shift my hips closer to him.
My left hand trails down his abdomen to greet my visitor. West sucks in a breath when I grasp his thick cock, and a smile pulls my lips up at one side.
“I couldn’t leave without getting to suck you off,” I tell him sleepily.
“You can’t leave after that, either,” he teases. “If that’s all that’s keeping you here, I’m going to have to hold out on you, darlin’.”
“Mmm, no fair,” I say in my soft morning voice.
I can barely open my eyes, but I manage to bring my head further down his stomach until the head of his cock is at my lips.
My tongue darts out, teasing the slit, and I feel him jolt beneath my touch.
“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Marsh,” he says, throat thick, words strained.
Waking up faster now, I give him a giggle as I roll over onto all fours, facing him, tongue out and ready.
“God,” he breathes out, eyes heated, looking like a deity himself, muscular body on full display on the navy sheets, giant cock standing erect. “You couldn’t look better.”
