“Tell me when I can come,” he begged. I could feel his body stiffen. He was ready, but I wanted a few more seconds.
“Wait,” I told him and pulled his hand toward my pussy. Together, we rubbed my clit while he thrust in and out of me.
“Now,” I directed when I could feel my own body reaching my breaking point.
We cried out in unison. Weston’s fingers were still tangled in my braids when our trembling subsided.
“Come here,” he murmured.
We kissed for a few minutes before his phone started ringing.
“I can ignore it,” he offered with his lips hovering over mine.
I shook my head. “What if it’s about a job?”
Weston groaned and gave me one more kiss before reaching for his phone. I planted light kisses across his shoulders as he spoke. From the stiff tone of his voice, I could tell he was on a professional call. He got up to go to the bathroom, disposing of the condom while murmuring ‘yes’ into his phone.
“Was I right?” I smiled when he ended the call and he appeared back in the room.
He nodded with a smile. “You were. And guess what?”
A squeal released from my lips. “You got it?”
“I did.” He laughed when I tackled him with a hug. We squeezed one another, enjoying our first moment of success in the adult world.
Weston had been living in a run-down apartment since deciding to stay near Westbrooke for me. He refused his family’s help. Like me, he needed space from the people who raised him. For a year, he took odd job after odd job and tried to save up enough to afford a decent place. Afterward, he planned to buy me an engagement ring. I wasn’t supposed to know that part. I’d accidentally found a list of his goals since he’d given up his life of favors.
“I told you you’d find something,” I reminded him while tugging him back to the couch. “Just a matter of time.”
“There’s one thing,” he said with a fading smile.
My eyebrows furrowed. “What is it?”
“It’s in Canada,” he told me.
“Wait.” I pulled my arms away from his neck. “I thought the job you were waiting for was in Cali?”
“I might have applied to other places. Widened my net,” he explained. “I hoped… Maybe you’d consider coming with me… now that graduation is behind you?”
I let out a small laugh. “Of course, I would. This just wasn’t a part of the plan.”
“I know, but no one around here would hire me. And you haven’t started interviewing yet. This could be a fresh start. New country. New people. And the gig helps people. The right way.”
I grinned and rested my legs across his lap. “I want to go. It’ll be an adventure.”
“Thank god.” He let out a shaky breath. “‘Cause, if you hated the idea, the next part of this was going to be awkward.”
“What do you mean?” I asked as he gently moved my legs to the side.
When I turned to sit properly the coach, Weston crouched before me. My heart began pounding when he reached underneath the couch to reveal a small, blue box.
“You’re not ready,” I blurted and then, quickly covered my mouth.
He laughed. “I knew you would find that list. I put down a buffer of time so neither of us would get disappointed if I didn’t save up in time. Thankfully, I did. And I got you the ring you deserve.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t move an inch to wipe them away. Every part of this moment, even the tears, was perfect. “Yes.”
Weston grinned. “I didn’t ask yet, Covee. You have to let me ask.”
