All three guys had me in stitches until the laughter took its toll on my overfull bladder. I got up from my chair and swiveled around.
“Where you going?” Tony put a hand to my bicep.
“Breaking the seal.” I shimmied in my jeans a little from foot to foot.
Tony’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Nah, don’t do that. You’ll fuck yourself. You’ll have to piss every twenty minutes now.”
“Can’t help it! And shut up!” I punched his arm and he acted affronted.
“Lightweight.” He rubbed at his arm smiling. I knew for a fact I’d hit him pretty hard. Hopefully, he would have a nice purple bruise to show for it. Doubtful though. Those cannons were pretty tight. Probably felt more like a pinch than a punch. I snickered to myself about his caveman-like size as I made my way to the bathroom.
I did my business, washed my hands. In one of my more girlie moments, I bent over, flung my hair forward, and tussled my fingers through it and swung back up giving it some body. I had to throw out a hand to hold myself up. Time to eat. The whiskey was doing a number on me, and without food, I knew I’d be on the floor soon. Fucking lightweight my ass. Men think they have it all up over women. They don’t know shit. Excuse me if I’m half the size of the giant who can drink a bottle to his head and probably not feel a thing. He should be happy I was a cheap date. Humphf. Indignant, I walked back out and pushed my way into the crowd.
It had picked up quite a bit since we first arrived. The after dinner crowd was fully in place and the pub was hopping with bodies everywhere. Celtic music played loudly keeping the Irish vibe going. I started wiggling to the beat when I ran face first into a hard body.
“Ouch,” I rubbed at my nose and lifted my head. Even with all the colored lights providing a halo around his form my eyes were riveted to his green ones. I gasped not really believing he was standing there, right in front of me.
“Aren’t you going to say anything, sweetheart?” The long dirty blond layers of his hair fell into his eyes.
“I can’t believe you’re here…”
His green eyes scanned my body. “Christ, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Come here.” And then I was there and he was there. My Wes. His lips were warm as they met mine. He tasted of mint and smelled of the ocean. God, I missed the ocean, the salty breeze…him. One of Wes’s hands held my head in place while his other pulled me close. Our bodies were smashed together. Nothing existed but him and the electric pull of my body to his. I licked the seam of his lips and he opened, allowing me entrance.
Flawless.
Kissing Wes was flawless. Energy spiked in a ball around us as the crowd pushed us this way and that. A bunch of ‘excuse me’ came from somewhere, but we didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The magnetic connection spiraled through us both. He kissed me the way it’s done in the movies when a man comes back from war and finally sees the woman he loves. Basically, like I was his whole world, and right now, he was mine.
“Holy fuck, get off her!” Tony’s voice broke through the crowd only moments before I was ripped away. My arms held out like a marionette’s needing its puppet master.
“No, Tony no!” Hector said and pushed himself between Wes and Tony.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Wes stepped forward crushing Hector and me in the process.
“No, no, Wes, no! That’s Tony!” I pressed hard into Wes’s chest trying to hold him back.
“Yeah, and he needs to get his hands off you or we’re going to have problems.” Wes growled, eyes burning, intent on Tony.
“Is that so?” Tony pushed into us, his frame forcing us into a sandwich.
“Guys, stop. Wes, that’s my client. Tony, that’s my uh, Wes!” I screamed trying desperately to be heard over the loud music.
Tony’s eyes narrowed and Hector pushed him back. “Baby, that’s her guy. You know the one I told you about, the surfing movie maker?” I closed my eyes and held my arms out to keep Wes away.
“Your guy? Your surfer movie maker?” Wes chuckled and pulled me to his side. “Is that what you call me?” He whispered into the side of my neck, sending all kinds of happy tingles pinging along my nerves.
By then, the whiskey had caught up with me, perfectly ruining any filter mechanism I had in place and I blurted, “I could have said, Mr. Fucks Like a God? Would you have preferred that?” I put my arms loosely around his neck and got close, really close. He rubbed his forehead against mine.
“Hell yeah, I’d prefer that. As a matter of fact, tell that to all your clients and any prospective dates and boyfriends from here on out.”
I snorted in a very unladylike fashion. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Very much so. Can I meet your friends now that the big one isn’t going to pummel me into next week?”
“Oh yeah!” I turned around and Wes put his hands on my hips. Both men watched the action. Hector grinned, Tony scowled. “Guys, this is my friend, Wes. Wes, this is Tony and his er…Hector.” I ended with.
“Hector’s my partner,” Tony admitted loud enough for some of the folks around to hear, not that anyone was paying attention or knew him. Still, it was a massive step in the right direction. First the kiss at the river and now a public proclamation? My eyes shot to Hector’s. His face detailed his surprise along with a hint of excitement, maybe even love. Then again, Hector always looked at Tony with love in his eyes. It was part of why I enjoyed him so much. He was easy to read and always said what he was thinking and feeling. Honesty like that was unheard of in the circles I’d frequented.
“Wes, sorry about that. But you know, drunk men, a beautiful woman, people can get handsy. I was just looking out for her,” Tony slapped Wes on the back and shook his hand with the other.
“Appreciate it. It’s good to know my girl is being protected,” Wes offered.
My girl. He’d said it when I was with him and he’d said it again. Boy, was I in trouble.
“Well now that you’re here, come on over and have some drinks with us.” Tony said.
“Don’t mind if I do. Lead the way.” Wes held out a hand for Tony and Hector to go in front of us.
We all sat down and Wes pushed his chair close enough that he could put his arm around me. It was a clear sign of possession, and I didn’t know what to do with that or how to take it. The whiskey pumping through my system wasn’t helping because I’d allowed the gesture without saying a thing.
“How long are you staying in Chicago?” Hector asked.
“Just tonight. I’ve got a flight back to Los Angeles first thing in the morning. Since I was here though, I thought I might meet up with Mia. Hope that was okay?”
I looked up into his sea green eyes and got lost. His lips shined against the lights of the bar and his hair fell onto his forehead. I reached up and pushed it back. He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek. Without realizing it, I leaned into the touch. Not having his affection the last two months was like surviving a drought and only now was I getting a small sip. I needed more. So much more.
“More than okay.”
CHAPTER 9
My back hit the wall as the door slammed shut. Wes’s lips, and hands were all over me. Just where I wanted them. The four of us, now drunk, took the limo back to the penthouse. Hector gave me the thumbs up as Tony ushered him to their room. I took that as the okay to have a man here in their home. Though there wasn’t much that could have prevented me from staking my claim over Wes that evening. The whiskey combined with the ache to have him, was far too strong to deny. And that’s how I came to be flush against the wall with Wes’s hard body pinning me in place.
“Christ, I missed you. Missed this body.” His hands curled around my breasts. “I need you naked. Now.” He squeezed both breasts at the same time earning a low moan from me.
Without hesitation I lifted my shirt over my head and flung it to the floor. His hands pulled at the button of my jeans. Before I could shimmy out of them his hand was there. Right there feeling me, playing in the we
tness he’d coaxed.
Wes’s tongue licked from between my breasts up my neck where he stopped at my ear, biting down. “I love the way you feel. How your body responds to me. Proves that regardless of what you might say, you want me.”
One long finger went deep, another followed it. So good. My head tipped back and hit the wall. “I never denied wanting you.” I admitted breathless.
“But you try to.” He pressed his hand deeper, his fingers hooking just the right spot, his talented thumb twirling around the center of my arousal, sending me into a pleasant oblivion. He was right. I did try to deny how much he affected me. Had to. It helped keep distance between us, but not now. In that moment, I was all in.
“I need you,” I whispered as the pleasure spiked.
“Have you been with anyone since me?”
“Wes,” I warned. This was not the conversation I wanted to be having when his hand was knuckles deep and his palm was being coated with my desire for him.
He kissed me, tongue delving deep before pulling back. “Have you been with anyone bare?”
“Only you,” and I meant it. Alec and I had always had sex with condoms. Wes and I hadn’t ,but I trusted him, still trusted him. His eyes were dark as they searched mine. Then he removed his hand from inside me, and pushed my pants and panties down. I kicked them off while unbuttoning his pants. He pushed them down just far enough to release his thick cock. Jesus I’d missed that part of him. So long, thick and ready for me.
In one swift move Wes had his hands on my ass and my legs around his waist. “Hold on to my shoulders, sweetheart.” I did what he said. When he got the right leverage, he pushed me up the wall, my back grated along the rigid surface, burning the skin. The spike of pain added to the pleasure of the spontaneous moment. Wes pressed the wide knob of his cock at my cleft and pushed in. One of his hands held me at the shoulder the other at the hip. He yanked me down hard, impaling me.
“Oh God.” Filled to the brim with his giant cock was sheer bliss.
“Shhh sweetheart, they’ll hear you.” He reminded me of where we were. In my room at Hector and Tony’s penthouse, fucking my first client while still working for my third. I’m certain there was something psychologically twisted about that but I didn’t care. Wes felt so good deep inside me, filling me with everything I missed over the last two months since I’d last seen him.
He pulled out and then pressed back home. His lips came down over mine and I sucked on his tongue, ravaging his mouth, his kiss, like food to a starved woman.
“You remember this.” He pulled out then rammed back to the hilt. I gasped and nodded, so far into my lust-induced haze I could only focus on the feeling between my thighs; the intense pleasure building deep in my womb as he moved in and out.
“I won’t let you forget how good it is,” he said moving out, followed by a sharp twist of his hips in again.
“When I’m gone, I want you to feel me.” Out and then with both hands at my hips, he slammed in. I bit down on my lip as lightening shot through me, my body heated, tingled from every pore. One more thrust and I was going to lose it. Give it all up to him just like he wanted.
“Remember me,” he said between clenched teeth. Those were the same words he’d said to me the last time we made love. This time they were tinged with pain and pleasure, and everything in between. He slid out, held me high and wrapped his arms completely around my back. I tightened my thighs around his waist and dug the heels of my bare feet into his back. Strung up on his cock, he tipped his hips back pressed me hard against the wall and rammed home.
The orgasm exploded through me, splintering pleasure out in all directions. Wes’s lips came down on mine hard, holding me in his kiss as he jerked violently, pumping his release deep within me, bathing my insides with his essence. His mouth prevented my keening cry from spilling past my lips. I bit down hard on his lips as the last vestige of our combined passion slowed and petered out.
Our skin was slick with sweat and coated in our joy for one another. We shared the air panting in each other’s faces as we rubbed our foreheads together, sealing the connection we’d had since the very beginning.
“You gonna forget me?” His tone was kind but laced with worry.
“Never,” I promised.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He held me close and walked us over to the bathroom across the room.
“Thank God, because I want you again,” I announced while peppering kisses all over his face, licking the salty taste of him off his neck, and enjoying the one man that I’d never lose a taste for.
He set me on the vanity and withdrew. Fluid from his release slid onto the tile counter. He stared at the space between my legs watching his essence leave me.
“Now that, I’ll be thinking about later,” he admitted, a boyish grin firmly in place.
I smacked his shoulder. “Get the shower going, pervert.” I reached over and wet the washrag on the counter, cleaned between my thighs and got another to wipe down the counter. I tossed the two cloths into the hamper.
Wes must have used that time well for he was now gloriously naked. Jeans and shoes in a heap on the bathroom floor. His sun-kissed skin and sleek surfer’s muscles never looked better. I walked the couple steps to him and placed both hands on his square pecs. I pressed my forehead into his chest and kissed the center. He was warm, familiar, and everything I missed about a life I wanted, but couldn’t yet have. Tears started to form as I kissed the skin over his heart.
His hand cupped my cheek and his thumb wiped away a single tear. “I know. Me, too,” he said softly. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have, yeah?”
I nodded and followed him into the shower. He spent long minutes washing my hair. “It’s grown a couple inches.”
“Yeah, it grows fast,” I said.
“So beautiful,” his eyes followed the suds that slipped down my hair, to the tile floor around our feet and down the drain.
While I finished rinsing he soaped up his hands. He never used the buff puff when we showered together back in Malibu. “Hands-on type of guy?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.
“Don’t you know it?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged the soap into the tight tissue. It was heavenly. Strong fingers rubbed out every knot I had before moving seductively down my chest and over my breasts. He flipped me around and pressed my back to his front. Then he held both globes in his hands, running his thumbs and forefingers over the erect tips. My nipples twitched and tingled at every pass of his delightful fingers until they were tight and mimicked the tops of pencil erasers. Hard, high and round.
I moaned and leaned back into him, shutting my eyes. “I love your tits. They’re large, full, and perfect for my hands. They tighten just so when I slide my fingers over them.” His words filled the room as thick as the steam around us, adding to the heady feeling, making it feel dreamlike. Wes played with my breasts until I was gasping, moaning, pressing my hips into the air restlessly.
“What do you want?” He licked a line down my neck as he continued the sweet torture of my now oversensitive breasts.
“I want you inside me. Please.” I begged shamelessly.
“Lean forward, sweetheart. Grab onto that towel bar. Tilt that sweet ass for me.”
I clutched at the towel bar above my head at the back of the shower. Reminded me of the kind you see in fancy hotel rooms where the towels were away from the spray of water, yet conveniently placed so the guest wouldn’t have to leave the warmth of the shower without covering up. In this case, it made a perfect bar for me to hold onto.
Wes lined up his feet alongside me, pressing mine father out. He gripped my hips, tipping them up the way he wanted. I waited, my breath caught in my throat. Excitement buzzed around me like a swarm of angry bees, the anticipation, the knowledge that I’d be struck with his erection tantalizing and forbidden.
Wes rubbed the cheeks of my ass. Expertly he widened my flesh, opening me from behind, then the cro
wn of his cock was at my entrance. The barest hint of his manhood teasing against swollen flesh.
“You want it, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“God yes, please Wes. Love me like you do.”
“Love?” He questioned pressing an inch inside. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, to force him further in. He held me back, only allowing movement when he permitted it.
“Yes, show me.”
With a twist of his hips, his fingers dug into my sides before he thrust forward…teeth-chattering hard. I held onto the rack, jarred by his movement, my feet lifted up off the ground, hung up on his cock just the way he liked. He set me back down. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. I’d never been more complete with a man. When he pulled back I almost cried, emotionally needing him to stay within me, stay close.
“Don’t leave…” I choked out.
“Right here.” One of his hands came over mine on the bar and held. Then he shifted back and pushed in. “Feel me, sweetheart. I’m right here. With you. In you. Part of you.”
A fluttering sensation spread out from where we were joined, like butterfly wings flapping all over my body. Teasing, tickling, layering mouthwatering pleasure all over me. It was unusual, different, unlike any sexual experience before it.
“I’m going to come,” I told him losing the ability to speak. The pleasure taking my body, mind, and subconscious on a journey I never wanted to come back from.
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