Dirty Toe Drag (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 6)

I grip his wrists as my release builds once more. I feel it all over, every part of me tingling. My moans get louder, deeper as I squeeze my eyes shut, everything going tight. When I come, it’s hard, and I scream louder than I did before, his name filling the air around us. He is right there with me, a harsh sound leaving his lips as he stills inside me. I can’t find my breath; I’m gasping as I look around to see if I’m still alive. He falls beside me, gathering me in his arms, reminding me I am alive and I’m with him. His scent and the feel of his heartbeat overtake me, making this experience even better.

Making it perfect.

Out of breath, he says, “I almost didn’t make it there.”

I open my eyes as I nuzzle my nose in his chin. “What do you mean?”

He looks bashful. “I knew you were about to come again, so I was trying to hold off. I had to think of a lot of dead dogs.”

I blink. “That’s troubling, Wesley.”

He grins. “You got yours. Twice.”

“I did,” I say on a sigh. “Gotta say, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He nips at my nose. “Oh, my sexy minx Stella, I’m not even close to showing you what I can do.”

My heart flies. “Oh, Wesley. I love you.”

He presses his nose into mine, and his lips move against mine as he whispers, “I love you.” Then with teasing in his eyes, he says, “So much more now that I know we’re great in bed together.”

Our laughter fills the space between us right before our lips meet. As I get lost in his kisses, the feel of him, I can’t help but feel wonderful. Yet, there is something lingering in the back of my brain.

I still haven’t told him about the conversation with his dad.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Wes

I run my fingers along Stella’s side as she sits between my legs, leaning her back into mine. We were touchy-feely before, but after last night, I can’t keep my hands off her. I made love to her all night long. It was…it was… Shit, I don’t even know the word to use. It was everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve never felt so complete in all my life. She loves me in a way no woman has ever loved me. Our bodies worked in unison, as if we were meant to be in bed together. I can’t get enough of her. I know I wanted her before, but now that I’ve had her, I honestly don’t know how I am going to survive an eight-game road trip away from her. It equals almost two weeks apart. I really didn’t even want to come out tonight; I wanted to keep her in my bed for the whole day, but I figured since it was her brother who asked us to, I should oblige.

Even if I’d rather have my head between her thighs, drowning in her sweet pussy.

I cup her thigh, and she looks over at me, her cheeks rosy and her eyes such a light gray, they’re almost blue. She isn’t wearing a lot of makeup, and the dress she has on is flowy with huge sunflowers all over it. Stella covers my hand with hers, kissing my bottom lip. Our gazes lock, and we just stare into each other’s eyes. If we weren’t with Aiden, Shelli, Boon, Posey with Zac on her chest, Asher, and Ally, I’d pledge my love to her, loud and proud. I don’t want to embarrass her, though, or have someone judge us. I love us. I love what we have. I don’t care what the lot of them think. I only care what she thinks, but I know it’s tense between her and Aiden right now.

“Y’all are adorable,” Shelli says, leaning back in her seat against Aiden as she sips on her orange juice. Everyone else has cocktails, minus my underage girlfriend. Like her sister-in-law, she’s drinking orange juice. While I don’t like to drink much, being at the White Limozeen rooftop bar, I felt I needed to try one of Dolly Parton’s signature drinks. It’s a pretty dope place, all pink and girlie. The girls all took photos before we sat down, while we men talked hockey. I take that back; Asher took pictures while Aiden, Boon, and I talked hockey. This road trip is going to make or break our chances at the play-offs. I’m having a hard time thinking about that or even worrying about it. My brain is clouded with all things Stella.

My girl grins at her sister-in-law, leaning into me. “I know.”

Shelli laughs as Posey nods. “I didn’t think it would work, but I like you two together.”

Ally nods. “Me too.”

Asher and Aiden don’t seem convinced, but they don’t say anything to the contrary. Aiden looks at his brother and asks, “When are you telling Mom you two are married? I almost let it slip the other day.”