“He’s dead.”
“Shh.I know.”
Dinner forgotten, West wraps me tighter in his arms, and I snuggle deeper into him.He lifts me in a fireman’s carry and takes me to bed, holding me tight and kissing my face and hands and collarbone as I dissolve into tears.
***
Silvery moonlight filtersthrough the windows of West’s bedroom.My eyelids are heavy, swollen, and my throat is hoarse, but my tears have all dried up for now.West is stretched out beside me, his warmth the only thing anchoring me in my grief.I don’t think he’s asleep, and I’m sure as hell not going to drift off for a good, long while.
What if whoever killed Eddie finds us, finds my son and West?All this time, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop.I sniff against his chest, and he smooths a hand over my back, letting me know he’s awake.I shift and look up at him.“You didn’t eat.”
“I don’t care,” he says quietly.“Are you hungry though?Can I get you somethin’?”
I shake my head and run my fingers through the stubble on his cheek, He cups my hand with his and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
“I’m so sorry, Dais.Eddie deserved a lot of things for the shit he put you and Waylon through, but no one deserves to go out like that.”
“West?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
I don’t know what I planned to ask.I don’t know what I want in this moment, other than him.God.I want him so much.I have for months.It’s all I think about.I don’t know how to ask for it though, so I shift and press a kiss to his lips.He tucks my hair behind my ear, and when I pull away, his blue eyes are bright with fire.“What do you want, Dais?”he whispers, and his words are thick with longing.
“I want you.”
“Thought you’d never fucking ask.”
He kisses me, leaning over me with his weight.His tongue thrusts deep into my mouth and desire sets my whole body alight.I’m raw, heartsick, and I feel as if all my frayed edges are about to unravel, but god do I want him.Not to distract me from the hell my heart is currently feeling, but because on some level, I think I’ve wanted West Winchester my whole life.
He slides his palm over my breasts, squeezing.They’re full, and it hurts a little, but it stimulates letdown promising some relief.West breaks the kiss and lowers his mouth to my nipple.Heat sparks within my veins, and my milk beads on the tip of my breast.Warm spray fills his mouth, and he growls his approval, deep and guttural as he drinks his fill.
I moan and drive my fingers through his hair.His hand glides over my abdomen and dips between my legs.
“Spread those beautiful thighs for me, darlin’.Let me see how fucking hot your cunt is.”
“It’s hot,” I murmur and bite my lip, unable to believe how wanton and needy my voice sounds.“Hot and dripping.”
“It better fucking be.”He growls as his fingers slide back and forth over me with long, languid strokes that tease and massage.A licentious grin tips one side of his mouth.“You weren’t kidding.”
Pleasure arcs from my breast to my pussy.I moan and rock my hips into his touch.I don’t feel self-conscious in the slightest.I don’t think about the new softness to my body, the stretchmarks, or extra pad of fat on my belly.All I can think of is how much he wants me, and how desperate I am to feel him thrusting into me, how his hands graze my clit, my labia, and even my asshole and continue to tease.
“Please, West,” I beg.“I need you inside me.”
“Soon, darlin’.Soon you’ll be stuffed so full of my cock you’ll be begging me to quit, but I’ve waited so fucking long, I plan on taking my time with you.”
“No,” I pant.“I don’t want to wait.Please?”
“Youwillwait, darlin’.”He lowers his head to my nipple and sucks greedily.My pussy contracts, so close to coming that even he must feel it, because he stills, quits his teasing, and waits for my body to relax again before releasing my breast with a pop.“Like I said, I plan on eking this out until your greedy cunt is so wet you’re soaking my sheets.You’ll wait, baby, until you’re so rung out with pleasure, with wanting, that you’re begging me to stuff you full of my cum.”
Oh god.How is it possible for men like him to exist?How is it possible to be so heartbroken, and so filled with longing at the same time?
“Kiss me,”
“So fucking demanding.I can’t wait to hear what comes out of your mouth when you’re seconds from coming.”
“I’m so fucking close already,” I whisper, half accusatory.
West grins, and my god, is he beautiful when he’s cocky like this.And speaking of cock.He slides off his boxers, exposing his glorious length.I reach out and stroke his velvety tip, smiling at the bead of precum glistening at the slit.I stroke my hand down the length of him, loving the way he fills my palm.
