Weston's Treasure

by Riley Edwards

  “Oh, God.”

  “Slowly, Silver. Tease yourself. Just your thumb, circle it around until your nipple is nice and hard.”

  “What…what are you doing?”

  “Lying in our bed, thinking about your fantastic tits. How much I love to pinch, and lick, and bite down on your nipples. How you go fucking wild when my mouth is on you.”

  Weston tightened his grip on his cock, forcing himself to stay still.

  “That’s hot,” Silver moaned.

  “Yeah, it is. So fucking hot when you arch your back with your hands fisting my hair keeping my mouth on you. Goddamn, you have great tits, baby.” He heard her whimper and his hips bucked. “Pinch your nipple for me, Silver. Nice and hard like I do.”

  Silver’s whimper turned into a moan. “Weston?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I need more.”

  Fuck yeah.

  “Your nipples hard, baby?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Slide your hand down into your panties.”

  “I’m gonna take them off.”

  “No, Silver.” His voice took on a hard edge. “I want them on. Just slide your hand in.”

  “Okay.”

  No questions. No argument. Hell, yeah.

  His eyes closed thinking about Silver doing what he’d demanded, and with a tight fist, he gave his cock a few strong pulls.

  “You wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tease yourself, feel how wet you are.” Weston stopped talking just long enough to pump his cock a few more times, grinding his teeth, knowing it wouldn’t take much more before he blew. “Can’t wait until you’re home, and I can bury my face between your thighs. Do you know how good you taste?”

  “Yes.”

  He couldn’t help the smile that tipped his lips up. “Yeah, baby, you do know. You know because I fucking love going down on you, eating your pussy until you come in my mouth. But you also know because you like the taste of yourself on my tongue, don’t you, Silver?”

  “Yes. I need more, honey.”

  Yeah, she did, she needed his cock or his mouth, something unfortunately he couldn’t give her while she was fifty miles from him and he was alone in his bed.

  “Slide two fingers in. Hard, Silver, I want you to ride your fingers hard like you do mine.”

  “Wes—”

  “Do it, Silver. Now, baby. Rough, just like I do it when my mouth’s clamped on your clit.”

  Weston remained still waiting for her breaths to become labored. Precome leaked from his cock, pooling around his fist. The now-constant pulsing of his cock growing to a new level of painful. As soon as he heard it, the hitch in her voice telling him she was seriously enjoying what she was doing, he gave her more.

  “Baby, I’m so fucking hard for you, my cock’s ready to explode.”

  “I’m gonna.”

  “Slow it down, Silver, wait for me.”

  “Can’t, Weston. I’m too close.”

  Fuck. He started stroking his cock, knowing it wouldn’t take much to catch up, and he was right—a few hard pulls and his hips thrust up to meet his hand. Hearing Silver’s sexy whimpers, knowing she was fingering her tight pussy, knowing what it tasted like, knowing how fucking great it felt when it hugged his cock, so sweet and wet, had him fighting the urge.

  “Take your fingers out and rub your clit.”

  “That will make it happen faster,” she groaned.

  “Do it, Silver. I want you with me when I come.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “Goddamn, I wish you were here watching me jerk off for you. My dick on the verge of exploding, thinking about how good it feels to be inside of you. How wild you get for me.”

  “Honey!”

  Fuck, but he loved when she called him ‘honey’, loved it more when she moaned it into his neck as he fucked her hard and rough. But loved it the most when she said it after he did something she thought was sweet.

  “You like knowing all it takes is me thinking about you lying next to me, your tits pressed against me and I get hard?”

  “Yeah.” Her answer more of a grunt than a word.

  “How ‘bout knowing all it takes is me thinking about your sleek, soft pussy taking my cock and I’m close to coming, you like that?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she panted.

  “Oh, yeah,” he repeated. “Get yourself there, Silver, I’m gonna come for you.”

  “I’m there, honey.”

  “Fuck yeah, come with me.”

  His balls started tingling, heat raced up his spine, his fist tightened, and he stroked harder, until hot come shot from the head of his cock, and pooled on his stomach.

  “Wes…” That was all Silver moaned or all Weston could comprehend as the roaring in his ears intensified before his orgasm started to shift from him.

  “That was hot,” Silver whispered after a few minutes of heavy breathing. “You get all growly over the phone, too.” Weston’s lips tipped. “I didn’t know if that would really work, but seeing as it did…”

  “Yeah, babe, I’d say it worked, seeing as I got the evidence of how well it worked on my stomach.”

  “Maybe we can do it again.”

  “You want that?”

  “Yeah.”

  Weston’s grin turned into an all-out smile. Good to know his girl wasn’t just wild when she had his mouth, she could get wild and let loose over the phone, too. He liked that a hell of a lot.

  “Anytime you want it, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

  “Okay, Weston.”

  “You good?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Good. Gonna let you go so I can go wash up.”

  Silver’s giggle filled his chest and he went from relaxed and sated straight to overcome with joy.

  Just for a giggle.

  “Is it really all over your stomach?”

  Weston looked down to check, then confirmed, “Stomach, damn near hit my chest, and dripping down my hands.”

  “That sounds hot, wish I could see it.”

  “You want that, when you get home, I’ll watch you play with your pussy and jerk off for you.”

  “Now you’re turnin’ me on again,” she mumbled, sounding miserable. “Better let you go.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Weston?”

  “Still here, baby.”

  “I love you.”

  Weston closed his eyes and let that sink in. ‘Overcome’ didn’t come near enough to describe what he was feeling.

  “Love you, Silver. Sweet dreams.”

  “They always are.”

  Fuck. He hoped that was the case.

  “Night.”

  “Night.”

  Weston disconnected the call, tossed his phone on the mattress, but didn’t roll out of bed. He lay there a good long while thinking how lucky he was.

  30

  “You got nothing to worry about,” Weston told me.

  We were in his Jeep on the way to Jameson and Kennedy’s house for a get-together. Nixon, McKenna, her two siblings, Zack and Mandy, Chasin, Holden, and Alec were all going to be there.

  I’d arrived at the farmhouse that morning after I got off rotation. Finding Weston still in bed, I stripped down and climbed in next to him. Of course he was already awake when I did this. Even though I tried to surprise him and didn’t call to tell him I was leaving work a few hours early, I suspected he’d heard my car when I’d pulled up.

  The first thing I noticed was Weston had grown a beard.

  He looked hot. And when I told him how sexy I thought it was, his smile broadened when he told me I’d like it even more when his mouth was between my legs. He was right of course, but I’d have to wait to find out because the second I hit the sheets, Weston commenced talking me through touching myself while I got to watch him stroke himself.

  After that, he’d cleaned his stomach, but not before I got a good long look at his come coating his hand and dotting his six-pack—and I was right, it was
hot—he went straight to work building me up. He did this with his mouth between my legs and holy fuck, the beard was better than I imagined. His hands roamed every inch of me and once he had me trembling and begging for more, he finally gave it to me hard and rough, yet he still managed to make it tender. How he did that, I do not know.

  I just knew that while he was pounding inside of me, taking my breath from the force of his thrusts, I felt nothing but love surrounding me.

  After we finished making love, showering, getting ready for the day, we’d met Chasin in the kitchen and found him in the mood to bust chops. He did that by embarrassing the hell outta me by complaining he was moving into the Airstream with Holden—either that or he was moving his room.

  Weston of course couldn’t stop himself from moving in to protect me and my feelings and growled for Chasin to shut the hell up. Chasin being Chasin didn’t shut the hell up, or maybe he did stop teasing me, but he further poked the bear by winking at me and telling me he was happy I was home.

  I was no longer embarrassed that Chasin had obviously heard us having sex. I was too busy feeling something I’d only felt a few times in my life, all of them recently, and all of them when I’d been around Weston and his team—belonging.

  So now as we were driving to Jameson and Kennedy’s I wasn’t worried, not even a twinge of trepidation.

  “I know,” I answered.

  Weston glanced at me, shock clear on his handsome face.

  “Fuck.”

  “Fuck what?”

  “You’re not worried.”

  “Nope. Why would I be? You’d never take me somewhere where I felt uncomfortable.”

  “Fuck,” he repeated, and I didn’t ask again what that meant.

  I’d spent some time alone in my bed while I was at work thinking on the time I’d spent with Weston. Even way back to the first time I’d met him. I knew then, too, but I was too stubborn to admit it. Weston had always been looking out for me. And now more than ever, I trusted him. Not only with my heart but my well-being. I knew unequivocally he’d never hurt me.

  And in that time I spent in my head trying to work out why I behaved the way I did, I also promised myself I’d do everything I could do to prove to Weston I was worth it.

  It was after dinner, and it’s worth noting, Kennedy could cook. Not only was the roast she made the best I’d ever eaten, but all the fall vegetables she’d served were fresh out of her impressive garden. And, she had beehives. How cool was that? While we’d been waiting for Holden and Alec to show, Kennedy had walked me through the rows of vegetables pointing out the different varieties of lettuce and cabbage. She had beets, beans, garlic, pumpkins, and squash. Finally, we’d made it to the far end of her property and she showed me the bee boxes.

  So now, it was just the four of us women in the house. The guys—plus the two cutest German Shepherd puppies I’d ever seen—had gone outside to the back deck. But not before Weston had checked to make sure I was okay with him communing with his team, thus taking him away from me.

  I loved that he’d checked. I loved what it said. And I loved even more that I was right—Weston was always looking out for me. I, of course, had no problems with him going outside leaving me with the girls.

  I found that Kennedy just like McKenna had been, was extremely friendly and welcoming. Mandy had been a little shy at first, but she’d quickly opened up. And Zack? Holy smokes, he was a mini-Nixon. I wasn’t sure if that meant good things for McKenna having a badass and a mini-badass-in-training in the same house, but she was over-the-moon happy, so I guess it was a good thing.

  “What’s left to plan for the wedding?” Kennedy asked, bringing a new bottle of wine to the table.

  “Nothin’,” McKenna answered.

  “Nothing?”

  “Please,” Mandy started. “This is Micky we’re talking about. Not only is everything planned, but if that plan goes to hell, she’ll just roll with it and not care.”

  I found that interesting. McKenna struck me as laid back, but I figured any bride would get freaked if the plan for her wedding day went to hell.

  “It’s just family.” McKenna paused and zeroed in on me. “Weston reminded you to ask for the day off, right?”

  He had and so had McKenna—twice. Something that I was having a hard time processing, because as she’d said, the wedding was just family and I was included in that.

  “Yeah. I’ll go back to work a day late. Thankfully my boss should be back from vacation so I don’t have to switch with anyone.”

  “Awesome. Everything is set. We’re getting hitched in the back pasture then we’ll go back up to the farmhouse where a tent will be set up for the reception.”

  “Why are you getting married on the farm and not at your place? Weston says it’s beautiful,” I asked, bringing my wine glass to my lips.

  The cool, crisp white wine filled my mouth and I froze, unsure if I should swallow, spit it back into the glass, or rudely rush to the bathroom.

  Before I could figure out what to do, McKenna started speaking, and with no other choice, I swallowed.

  Shit.

  “The farm is where Nix grew up. The land means something to him. He used to work up that pasture with his dad. He didn’t say it, he never would because Nix wants me to have whatever I want, but I know us saying our vows there on that farm will be like having his dad with us. And I want that for Nix—for us. I want Wayne a part of our day even if it’s only in spirit.”

  “Silver?” Kennedy called.

  “Hmm?”

  “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I wiped my features clear of the panic bubbling inside of me, or at least I hoped I did and I answered.

  “Yeah. Sorry. I just remembered something I forgot to do at work,” I lied then turned back to McKenna. “I think that’s beautiful, you wanting to give that to Nixon.”

  Her intelligent eyes bore into mine for long moments before she glanced down at my still full wine glass then back to me. “Yeah, everything’s gonna be perfect.”

  Conversation flowed around me about the wedding but I was too busy doing mental arithmetic to pay attention. My period was due. I was regular, like clockwork, and I always started first thing in the morning. I was concentrating so hard trying to remember exactly what day I was supposed to start and if I was actually late, I didn’t hear the guys come back into the house.

  “Babe?” Weston called at the same time I felt his warm hand curl around the back of my neck.

  “Hmm?”

  “You ready?”

  I craned my neck back and saw Weston gazing down at me, brown eyes full of apprehension.

  “Yeah. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

  “It’s not that late. You wanna stay and finish your wine?”

  Think, think, think. One thing about me was, I sucked at lying and I super-sucked at it when I was put on the spot and needed to come up with something on the fly.

  “Um. I…”

  “I think lack of sleep from work has caught up to her,” McKenna saved me from formulating a fib.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I don’t get much sleep while I’m on rotation and I left Delaware at five this morning. I’m beat.”

  That incidentally was the truth. I was tired, but that wasn’t why I was distracted.

  “Please.” Kennedy waved her hand in front of her. “You’re not being rude. Go home and get some sleep. We have the two weeks to carve out some time and get together.”

  “I’d like that,” I told her.

  “Good. Then it’s a plan.”

  Another thing to mention about Kennedy—not only was she friendly but she was stunning and when she smiled you knew down to your bones it was genuine.

  We said our goodbyes, thankfully this endeavor took less time than it did when we’d left Weston’s parents’ house, and we hadn’t even pulled out of Jameson and Kennedy’s lane before Weston started
in.

  “Everything okay?”

  I stayed silent for a beat wondering if now was the best time to bring up my maybe late period or if I should wait a few days. Deciding that Weston noticed everything and I totally sucked at hiding things from him, arguably more than I sucked at lying, I figured it was best to just get it out.

  “I think I’m late,” I blurted.

  “Late?”

  “My period.”

  I watched with rapt attention as Weston’s lips curved up into a smile.

  “Yeah?”

  “I think so. I’m normally regular and I need to look at the calendar to be sure, but I think I was supposed to start yesterday.”

  Weston didn’t say another word as he drove the back roads to the farmhouse. However, the sexy grin never faded.

  Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore, mainly because I was seriously freaking out inside. I turned sideways in my seat and said, “Say something!”

  “Hope you don’t get your period.”

  That was what he said—straight out. No bullshit, no cushioning the declaration. Nothing. Just “hope you don’t get your period”.

  Needless to say, I was speechless. Was he crazy? Of course he was, apparently I was, too, because I knew this could happen, we’d talked about it, yet never once had we used protection. I’d lost my damn mind.

  “Wes—”

  “Know that freaks you out. Know we talked about this and I think I made myself clear, it’s your body, your choice, and you still gave yourself to me knowing I was going bare. You had options, you could’ve at any point made a different choice. Now faced with the strong possibility that we made a baby, I see you’re freaking out. But I need you to take a minute and breathe, remember what we talked about. If you’re pregnant, it’s not you going at it alone, it’s us starting our family.”

  I’m a fairly intelligent woman. Independent. Hard-working. Self-aware enough to know I’m a little nuts. So, intellectually I knew all of this was fast. I was smart enough to know that we should’ve waited, oh, say, five years before we brought a child into the world together. But I couldn’t deny that while I was freaking out because, well, it was crazy, I was excited about the prospect of having a baby with Weston.