Wheelie

by Jessie Cooke

  With lust in her pretty hazel eyes she said, “I like busy.”

  Once they were in her room, a deep growl escaped from Wesley’s throat and as his lips lowered to kiss Bri again, he said, “I need to take a shower.”

  She was already primed for the kiss. With a whimper she said, “What?”

  He chuckled and brushed his lips against hers again. “I’ll be fast...or you can join me.”

  “Oh,” she said, breathlessly. “I’m coming in.” She smacked him on the butt and said, “Go, I’m right behind you.” She watched him walk into the bathroom and marveled at how quickly she’d grown to crave him. She had genuinely missed him all day, but there was something else...something she had to talk to him about. She had planned on doing it tonight...but damn, she didn’t want to ruin the moment. If it was up to her, she’d stop the world from turning. But she was afraid that someone else would tell Wheelie what her father was up to. Damn, she didn’t know what to do.

  She’d gotten a call from her father earlier in the day. The lab had notified him that they found a minute trace of DNA on the scarf Pam was wearing that night. He wanted Wheelie pulled in as soon as he got back. He was going to arrest him on the circumstantial evidence he had so that he could legally get a DNA sample. The thought of it made her chest ache...and it also made her realize just how important he’d become to her already. “Hey!” She looked up and he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, nude...and fucking gorgeous. “I’m going in without you...”

  She giggled and pulled of her shirt. “Oh no you’re not.”

  30

  By the time Bri got her shorts and panties off and made it into the bathroom, Wesley was already in the shower. She could see him through the glass shower doors, standing under the warm water with his back to the shower head, letting the water cascade down over his long, thick hair and shoulders. He had dark stubble across his chin and his eyes looked red and slightly puffy like he was tired. He smiled when he saw her watching him and reached over and slid the door open. Bri stepped inside with her back to him and she instantly felt his hands slide around her waist to the front of her body and land on her breasts. She giggled.

  “Should we close the shower door first?”

  “I really don’t care,” he said as he pulled her body back against his and began to massage her breasts and rub her hard nipples with his flattened palms. She sighed as she slid the door closed and then let her body relax back into his. She had been thinking about this all day, but the reality of it was always ten times better than the fantasy. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back and let it rest against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her backside and she wiggled her hips and gave him a little rub. He growled and suddenly his mouth was on her neck. Using one hand to push her hair out of his way while he continued to tweak her nipples with the other, he began to kiss across her sensitive flesh, stopping to lick, or take a nibble, every so often. She lost herself in the sensations of his touch, almost dizzy with lust. Her legs were getting weak already, even before he slid the hand that had been on her breasts down and tickled her swollen pussy lips.

  “Oh God!”

  “What, baby?”

  “That feels good...”

  “Yeah? You want more?”

  She spun around in his arms and smiled up at him. “I want it all.”

  “Mm, I like the sound of that,” he said, in a deep, sexy voice.

  She got up on her toes and kissed his lips softly and then whispered, “I think you’ll like this even more.” With a mischievous grin, she let her wet body slide down his, dropping to her knees in front of him. His cock was throbbing, and she reached up and wrapped her hand around it and holding it tightly, she guided it to her mouth. She sucked the head in between her lips and then began to slowly suck the rest of his shaft in. Meanwhile she used the grip she had on him to stroke his cock up and down. She looked up at his face while she was sucking. He was watching her with his big, sexy brown eyes and pleasure was written all over his face.

  She smiled at him with his thick cock in between her lips and then she began to bob her head up and down, sucking harder and taking him all the way into her mouth, to the back of her throat each time. Wesley had let his head fall back into the tile wall and he’d wrapped his hands up in her wet hair. He was using his grip to help guide her and he was making noises that convinced her he was in love with what she was doing. If that wasn’t enough he gasped out:

  “Oh fuck, Bri! Jesus, that feels so fucking good, baby...”

  The fact that he loved it made her want to do it more, and make it better. While she continued sucking his cock, she reached her hands up and put them against his hot skin. Then she opened her mouth wide and tipped her head back, taking him all the way in each time, over and over, faster and faster until Wes let out a long, deep growl, pulled his hips back, and leaned forward like he was trying to catch his breath.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  “You like?”

  “I fucking love.”

  “Then why did you stop me? I wanted to make you come.”

  “I want to fuck you, baby. I want that so bad...come here.”

  She smiled and stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed, tongues tangling up again in an erotic dance. He slid an arm around her torso, under her arm, and he used the other one to cup her butt and hold her up tightly against him. The water was cooling off, but they were generating enough heat between them that neither of them noticed. He slid his hand down her butt to the back of one of her thighs and then pulled her leg up and rested it against his hip. She reached down with one hand then and took hold of his cock, guiding it to where she wanted it. She was so wet that it took no effort on his part at all to slide right into her. They both gasped and Wes gripped her butt with two hands and pressed her back into the wall. She brought her other leg up and wrapped them both around his waist. He seemed too excited to take things slowly and she didn’t blame him, she was just as excited.

  He began to drive his hard cock up into her and she bounced up and down as he did. His lips moved down to her neck and he began to suck on it, hard. She tipped her head back as far as she could, encouraging him silently to bite harder. She didn’t care that it was going to leave bruises, she wanted him to put his mark on her. She wanted him...all of him.

  They were both breathing hard and he was grunting loudly. She was moaning and panting and when he slid one of his hands around and up between them, and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down on it, that sent her over the edge. The orgasm sent waves of pure ecstasy rolling through her body and Wesley held onto her tightly and didn’t stop fucking her as she coated him with her juices. He had her pressed hard into the wall and he was manhandling her body and she loved every second of it, most especially when he reached his peak and he said her name. It was the sexiest sound in the world and he said it over and over again as he came. There was no part of her that wasn’t happy when she was with him. There was no way she was letting her father put him in prison, even if she had to resort to the kind of tactics that Bartholomew Kent III thought he had cornered the market on.

  Sabrina and Wheelie slept, tangled up in each other’s limbs, all night long. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. She’d stayed awake a little longer, just to watch him sleep. She hated that her sister was dead. She hated that her family was falling apart. But she thanked God or fate or whoever had brought him into her life every day and every night before she closed her eyes. He filled her with the kind of joy that was like anesthesia for the rest of the wounds that still lay open and oozing inside of her.

  She woke up the next morning to the sinking feeling of his not being in the bed next to her any longer. She sat up and wiped the sleep out of her eyes, almost in a panic. But the bedroom door was open, and she could hear whistling, and the succulent smells of breakfast cooking were wafting down the hallway. With a smile she got out of bed, grabbed her robe and slippers, and h
eaded out to the kitchen. When she got there, she was treated to the delicious sight of Wesley, shirtless and still in his shorts, standing in front of the stove, frying bacon.

  “Hey,” she said with a smile.

  He turned and looked at her. God, he took her breath away. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

  “Good,” she said, honestly. “How about you?”

  “Fantastic,” he said. For a second she forgot that the smile on his face was going to be viciously stolen away by her own father soon. It gave her a headache to think about it. “You okay?” he asked. He must have noticed the sudden change in her.

  She forced the smile back to her face. She didn’t want him to lose his just yet. “I’m great,” she said. “What a nice way to wake up. The smell of bacon and the sight of a hot, half-naked guy in my kitchen. How could I not be okay?”

  “I was gonna say,” he told her with a wink. She went over to the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice. She poured two glasses, handed him one, and took hers over to the kitchen island where she took a seat on one of the bar stools there. Wesley set a plate down in front of her. It was heaped full of bacon and eggs. He turned back around to the toaster and when it popped up, he grabbed her toast and turned and placed it on her plate.

  “Oh my gosh, this looks so good.” She took a bite of her eggs. “Mm, it tastes so good too. Damn, he’s hot and he can cook. How did I get so lucky?”

  He shrugged. “I was gonna say that too.” With a grin, he popped a piece of bacon in his mouth. He grabbed his own plate, brought it around to the island, and took the seat next to her. They ate breakfast and while they made silly small talk, the heavy conversations they both had on their minds hung in the air. When Bri finished her breakfast, she got up to put her plate in the sink and resolved to talk to him as soon as the kitchen was cleaned up. But before she took a step, Wesley stopped her by putting an arm around her waist and pulling her back over to him. She giggled.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I wanted a kiss.” Bri leaned down and kissed him. He brought his tongue out and licked her lips. “Mm, you taste like bacon. It makes me want to eat you up.”

  “Not satisfied yet?” she said, flirtatiously.

  “I get the feeling that when it comes to you my new norm is going to be insatiable. But...we can keep trying...I mean there might be a certain number of times a day, like eight or nine...”

  She laughed out loud and said, “Now you better really be talking about eating.”

  He put his plate on top of hers and pushed them both back out of the way and then he put his hands on her waist and lifted her up, sitting her down on the island where they’d just finished eating. “I’m not sure this is sanitary,” she said with a giggle.

  “We’ll bleach it when we’re done,” he said with a laugh.

  “Good enough for me,” she said. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and then she kissed him, hard. Her hands ran down his bare back, caressing his skin as she went. He slid a hand up and rested it on the back of her neck, using his hold to tip her back so that he could put his mouth where he wanted it. She moaned and closed her eyes. Wesley feasted on her neck and after a few minutes she felt him lift her up and turn to carry her toward the living room.

  When they got there, he sat down on the couch, pulling her down in his lap. They kissed again while she straddled him, her bare pussy pressing down against the rock-hard cock that was pressing up against his shorts. While they kissed, she rocked her hips into him and as she pressed down, the moisture from her soaking-wet pussy was transferred to the front of his shorts. Bri smiled and reached down between them, freeing his cock through the hole in the front of his boxers and then she lifted up and lowered herself down on him until she’d taken him as deeply into her pussy as she could. She gasped at the feeling and pressed her forehead into his. She had her eyes closed, but as he began to lift her up and down on top of him he whispered,

  “Look at me, baby.” Bri opened her eyes and she was staring into his. She could see the strength of the feelings he had for her in them and without thinking she blurted out:

  “I’m falling in love with you, Wesley.” The second she said it, she thought about taking it back. What was she doing? She had only just met him less than two weeks before. Had she lost her mind? Was she trying to scare him away? While these thoughts were causing chaos in her head, Wesley was still moving her so that his cock slid in and out and skimmed her swollen clit with each stroke. She closed her eyes again, ashamed to look him in the eye after what she’d just said.

  “Hey, eyes,” he said. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes again. “Beautiful,” he said with a smile. “I’m falling in love with you too, Sabrina.”

  She gasped, partly because what he was doing to her pussy was driving her crazy and partly due to his words. “Really?”

  He nodded. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that. I mean, hey, you already let me in your pants, what would be the point?”

  She giggled again. “You make me so happy.”

  “You make me happy too, baby. Right now, it would make me deliriously happy to bend that beautiful ass over this couch.”

  “It’s all yours.” She slid off him on shaky legs and he stood up behind her, pushing the top half of her body forward so that her hands were on the back of the couch and her ass was in line with his cock. She wiggled it back against him and she felt his hand go between her legs and his fingers play in the juices there. He rubbed the moisture up and down her slit and then up even further to the puckered rosebud of her ass. Once his fingers were wet, he slipped one inside that tight, unexplored tunnel. She let out a little yelp—it was that fine line between pleasure and pain.

  “You okay?” he asked, holding his finger still.

  “Yes,” she said, breathlessly. “Don’t stop.” Wes began to move his finger again and when he’d stretched her out a little, he added another. She was beginning to feel good and she pushed back into him each time he let his fingers slide out. She could feel his cock between her thighs and she tightened the muscles of her inner thighs and clamped it between them. Wes let out a groan that was unlike any she’d heard before, so she did it again.

  “Jesus,” he whispered just before she felt him slide his fingers out, take his cock in his hand, and move it up between her legs to rub it up and down and soak it with her juices. Then he whispered, “Take a deep breath, baby...” And then he was inside of her. The feeling was indescribably. The small amount of pain was overshadowed by the absolutely incredible feeling of the pleasure he was giving her as he moved. He was already panting and grunting and making the sounds that he made when he was ready to come. She felt one of his hands slide down her belly, over her mound, and to her pussy where his fingers found her hard clit. She cried out when he began to stimulate it. The stimulation was almost too much for her, coming from both of the places he was touching and everything she was feeling inside. Just about the time she felt him swell up to the point that she wasn’t sure she could continue to accommodate him, she also felt the huge rush of her own orgasm coat his fingers...and then she felt him explode inside of her. It was heaven...but now that they were finished, she had to force herself to talk to him and take him on a short trip to hell. One on which she planned on sacrificing herself to bring him back from if necessary.

  31

  “This warrant doesn’t specifically cover that shop,” Angel was saying as she followed Agent Forester and her little army of police from the clubhouse to the shop outside. They had been on the ranch the night before until almost midnight tearing apart the clubhouse. Thankfully, Angel had been up early to help the club girls and other old ladies try to put it back together and she happened to be there when Forester came marching back in at seven a.m.

  “It doesn’t have to specify the shop. It covers the property owned by Mr. Marshall.”

  “Then don’t go in that shop,” Angel said. “Dax doesn’t own the shop.” The FBI agent stopped and spun arou
nd.

  “What are you talking about? I have a list of properties and the only thing on this thirty-three-acre ranch that is not in his name is that nonprofit teen center building.”

  “The shop is not in his name. I own that shop.”

  “You?” The agent folded her arms and cocked a dark eyebrow at Angel.

  “Yes, me, his wife. He put some of his properties in my name for tax purposes over a year ago. The shop was one of them.”

  The agent made a scoffing noise and then looked at the police officer who had been hurrying to keep up with her. “Call the hall of records and double-check that, because that’s not what my records are showing.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He hurried off with his phone in his hand, and the two women stood, still facing off. The other officers stood what looked to be a safe distance from the FBI agent. It was obvious that none of them cared much for her.

  “What’s in there that you’re so worried about me finding?” she asked Angel.

  “Nothing. But that’s not the point. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it to the letter of the law.”

  Agent Forester laughed and said, “Because you have the utmost respect for the law.”

  “I’m an attorney and you’d do well not to forget that.”

  “Oh, trust me,” the other woman said, “I’m well aware of your glorious career, Mrs. Marshall. Even before you became an attorney, back when you were a naive young police officer who fell in love with a vicious criminal...and then once he was caught, you married another one.”

  Angel narrowed her eyes at the woman. She wanted to pull out every strand of shiny, dark hair on her head, one at a time. The bitch was just dying to put Dax in handcuffs even though she’d looked under every stone and didn’t have one charge she could throw at him yet. “My personal life is none of your concern,” Angel said. “What you should be concerned with instead is...”