Stars dot my vision and my ears ring. Wes buries his head against my neck, pumping in and out of me faster and faster until he lets out a guttural growl as he comes. He lowers himself to the mattress, panting.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, blinking open my eyes.
“I am incredible.” He smirks and rolls over, getting out of bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. I clean myself up and snuggle up with him. “Not to ruin the mood,” he starts. “But we didn’t use protection.”
“I don’t have anything,” I tell him. “And I’m assuming you don’t either.”
“Right. But I don’t want you to get pregnant.”
“It’s a fat chance. But we should probably use protection or pull out just to be safe.”
“I can do that.”
I could easily fall asleep right now, but I don’t want to miss a minute with Wes.* * *
I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon wafting up the stairs. I’m still naked in Weston’s bed. My heart is still soaring as I get up, use the bathroom, and put on a robe. I brush my teeth, twist my hair into a messy bun, and go downstairs.
Wes is standing at the oven, flipping pancakes. He’s wearing just a pair of boxers and seeing that muscular man making breakfast does me in and I’m ready for round three.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling as I step into the kitchen.
Wes looks away from the stove. “Morning. Are you hungry?”
“Starving. You wore me out last night.”
He smirks. “I plan to wear you out again if you’re up for it.”
I drop my eye to his crotch. “I’m sure you’ll be.”
“Don’t tease me. The bacon might burn.”
Laughing, I cross the kitchen and go to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Wes turns down the burner and twists in my arms, taking a hold of me. He picks me up and sets me on the counter.
I rake my fingers through his messy hair, pressing my forehead to his. He steps in, fingers inching down my spine.
“Bacon,” I whisper, knowing if we start kissing, we won’t be able to stop. “Is breakfast almost ready?”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t step away, and the bacon on the cast iron skillet starts to sizzle and pop. It takes a joint effort to separate from each other. Wes goes back to the stove and I get out plates and fill two glasses with orange juice, sitting at the table and admiring him cooking.
He serves the food on the plates and brings them over to the table. We eat a few bites in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
“So,” I start, picking up my glass of orange juice. “Now what?”
“We keep eating?” Wes says, cocking an eyebrow.
“I plan to, but I meant with us.” I look down at my plate, suddenly feeling a little shy.
“Last night wasn’t a one-time thing for me,” he says with no hesitation. “I meant what I said. You fit with us, and I really like you, Scarlet. I want more.”
“Me too.” I look up and smile, resisting the urge to reach across the table and take his hand. I refuse to be one of those couples. “This means we get to change our Facebook statuses, right?”
He laughs. “I don’t have a Facebook account. Shocking, right?”
“I got rid of mine.” I wrinkle my nose. “My life isn’t that interesting.” That part is true, but another reason I took myself off social media was because I didn’t want to be easily found. Being unrecognized comes in handy when you’re conning people.
“But I do like the idea of being able to show off my hot new girlfriend.” Wes wiggles his eyebrows. “We’ll have to get T-shirts instead.”
“Ohhh, I do like obnoxious couples’ T-shirts. I’m going to get you at least a dozen T-shirts that say Property of Scarlet Cooper.”
He chuckles. “If being your property means we get to do what we did last night again, then I’m okay with it.”
“I can be a very selfish lover,” I warn. “I expect you to pleasure me at least once a day and always be enthusiastic about it.”
“I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that. In fact,” he says and stands, chair scooting out fast behind him. “I’ll pleasure you right now.”
“Here?” I ask, trying to keep the school-girl-in-love smile off my face. “At the table?”
He grabs my chair and turns me around. Tingles make their way through my body. Wes leans forward, eyes full of lust and hunger. “Yes, Scarlet,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you right here on the table.”
And, Lord have mercy, he does.* * *
“Hey, Mom.” Wes sits up, pulling the blankets down with him. After breakfast, sex, and a shower, we got back into bed and passed out. “Yeah, I just woke up.” He pauses. “No, I’m not sick again. Just tired from working night shifts all week.”