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Side Hustle (Dawson Family 3)

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She doesn’t have to tell me twice. With a growl I move back up, kissing her lips as I slip my hand inside her panties.

“You’re so wet,” I moan.

“You made me wet,” she replies, and I might come right here without her even touching me. “Now make me come.”

I circle her pussy with a finger, inching closer and closer to her clit. Her entire body is tensing as she waits, and as much as I want to keep teasing her, I know I can’t hold out much longer. I stroke her clit, soft and gently at first. She’s easy for me to read, but that’s only because we’re so in tune with each other while we’re making love.

Going off her cues, I speed up my movements, rubbing her clit faster and faster until her body stiffens and she loudly cries out. With her pussy still spasming, I move down, removing her wet panties and parting her legs.

I put my mouth over her and flick her clit with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” she moans, squirming against me. Her hands go to my hair. I lash my tongue out again and again, not stopping until she’s coming so hard the sheets grow damp beneath her.

My cock is dripping, pulsing so hard and begging to be inside of her. Her head is to the side, mouth still open. One of her hands is gripping a handful of my hair so tight it’s painful, but the pain feels good. I move up, cock going right to her center.

“Weston,” she pants, feebly wrapping her arms around me. I push in, rocking my hips slow and steady. It feels so fucking good to be inside of her. I push my big cock in deeper, feeling my eyes roll back and an orgasm build inside me.

She curls one leg up, and I hit her at a new angle. Her pussy tightens around my cock and my pleasure hits a peak. I come so hard my vision darkens, and I collapse on top of her, sweating and breathing hard.

I roll to the side, reaching for my boxers for her to use to wipe herself up with until she can get into the bathroom. I didn’t mean to come inside of her, but I was too caught up in the moment to grab a condom.

Scarlet uses the bathroom and comes back to bed. I pull the blankets over us both and she snuggles in.

“Where’s Jackson?”

“Quinn and Archer’s. It’s safe there with all their alarms, and Archer is home today.”

“Good.” She rolls over and cups my chin with her hand. “I love you, Weston Dawson.”

“And I love you, Scarlet Cooper.” I kiss her again and lay down, pulling her onto my chest.

I didn’t play it safe. I listened to my heart instead of my head this time around, and right here in bed with Scarlet is exactly where we’re supposed to be.

“Wes?”

“Yeah?”

“What if Daisy does run that article?”

“I don’t think she will. Blackmailing me like that will look bad in family court. I reminded her of that when she was in handcuffs.”

“But if she does anyway? Your family will hate me.”

“They won’t hate you,” I assure her, though I am a little anxious about them finding out the truth. Dean can be judgy and Mom can hold a grudge like it’s nobody’s business. Dad is more practical, which is where I got it from, and while he might not have an easy time trusting Scarlet for a while, I don’t think he’ll object to us being together.

“I really like your family.”

“They like you too. But,” I start, being honest. “Finding out the truth from an article will be a hard pill to swallow.”

“Maybe we should tell them. Now.”

“Now?”

“Just in case.”

I trace the curve of her hip with my finger. “I really don’t think we have to. And if the people in the county can be that easily swayed in who to vote for, then maybe I don’t want to be in charge of keeping them safe.”

Scarlet laughs. “I’ll still feel terrible.”

“Don’t. If losing the race means I get to be with you, then I’ve won.”41Weston“Hey, buddy!” I step past the dogs, holding the bag of takeout a little higher to keep Rufus from sniffing at it.

“Daddy!” Jackson comes running. “We have to be quiet,” he says loudly. “Emma just fell asleep.”

“Okay,” I whisper back, shuffling into the kitchen. Archer got called in to for surgery so Quinn and the kids came over to our parents, just to be safe.

“Hey, Jackson.” Scarlet takes her coat off, smiling down at him.

“Are you still sick?” he asks her, taking her hand. Both Scarlet and I pause for a moment until I remember telling Jackson Scarlet wasn’t feeling well and that’s why she wasn’t home.

“She’s better now,” I tell him. “Are you hungry?”

Mom is sitting at the island counter, which is covered in blueprints. “You didn’t have to bring fast food.” She raises her eyebrows. “I could have cooked.”



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