Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I furrowed my brow. “I thought you were going to make it up to me?”
He grinned, nodding toward my right hand. “I am,” he said. “But first I want to watch you touch yourself.”
The breath in my lungs went all shaky. “You like this?” I asked, touching myself again.
“Fuck, yes.”
I leaned back in the water some more, drenching myself in the wonderful heat as I played with myself in front of him, getting off on his rapt attention. God, he was rock hard, his cock on full, glorious display as he watched my every move.
“Come here,” he finally said, and I immediately obeyed. His hands gently gripped my hips the minute I was within reach.
I put a knee on either side of him on the bench, and he maneuvered me over him, hissing as I sank atop his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You made yourself so damn wet.”
I trembled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing our bodies flush while I adjusted to the size of him.
“You,” I said, pressing my lips against his before pulling back. “It’s all you, Wes,” I said, my words tight as he pulled on my hips, forcing me to rock against him.
“Goddamn, Brynn,” he groaned, tilting his head back against the shower wall as I started to ride him. “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
Electricity crackled up my spine with his words, with the way he felt inside me. I was intoxicated from the ease in which we shifted from casual dinner to insatiable hunger for each other, and it blasted every shred of doubt right out of my soul.
Weston was mine.
And I was his.
His grip tightened on my hips as I upped my pace, chasing my pleasure without hesitation. He’d worked me up enough that I was already riding that sweet edge of release.
“You’re already there, baby,” he said, eyes on me. “I can feel you there.”
I moaned, nodding as my body tightened.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hardening inside me.
I rode him faster, harder, every rock of my hips grinding against that spot—
“Wes,” I moaned his name as I came, shivering atop him as I kept riding those waves of pleasure, kept rocking up and down on his cock until he groaned and spilled inside me.
He leaned his forehead against mine, the warm water crashing all around us as he wrapped his arms around me. He held me as we came down, our bodies flush, our breathing matched.
And I settled against him, content and sated knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I had to worry about when it came to us.
WESTON
“I feel like all I do is say goodbye to you now,” I said, my head propped on my fist as I leaned on my side in my bed, looking down at Brynn.
She had that post-orgasm glow shining in her eyes and all over her skin, her lips swollen from the amount of kissing we’d done moments prior.
I swore I couldn’t figure out which way Brynn was more beautiful—lust-glowing and sated in my bed or all business in her pencil skirts and blouses. Maybe it was in her yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, because I was fond as hell of that too. It really didn’t matter what she wore, she made everything shine. Fuck, I was such a goner for her.
“Is that bad?” Brynn asked, her features shifting from blissful to concerned in the span of a blink. “Are you feeling neglected?”
I furrowed my brow, grazing a fingertip along the delicate line of her jaw. “Do I really come off as that needy?” I asked honestly.
“No,” she said, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. I would’ve sucked it free and soothed the small hurt, but she looked serious.
“But?” I urged her.
“I just…I don’t want my work to get in the way of us.”
“Shit,” I said. “Is that how I’m making you feel?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe it’s me. A lot has changed for me over the last six months. Not just with my new position in the marketing firm, but with you. I’m still learning how to navigate it.”
“We both are,” I said, shifting closer and gliding my hand down to rest on her hip. “Do I miss having you around all the time, ready and able to fix any glitch in my life? Yes, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t.” More nerves flashed in her eyes so I hurried to continue. “But that pales in comparison to how damn proud of you I am, Brynn.”
“Really?”
How could she not see it? How could she constantly doubt herself when it came to me?
You waited a decade to make a move. It’ll take time for her to trust this is real.
I leaned down, brushing a soft, reassuring kiss over her lips. “Really,” I said. “I love watching you flourish…in any capacity,” I added the last bit, wanting her to know it was as much for her brilliant mind as our impeccable chemistry in the bed. “I’ll survive,” I continued. “You’re in my life, just like you always have been. You’re just in a different role. But you’re here. That’s all that matters.”