Weston's Treasure

by Riley Edwards

  “Oh.”

  “And make no mistake, I fucking love it.”

  Weston’s mouth came to mine, his tongue pushed in and he got down to the business of giving me slow and gentle while his mouth gave me hard and rough.

  It was no less good. My orgasm was no less earth-shattering. The only difference was when I shouted my pleasure I did it with Weston’s mouth on mine, meaning I got to experience his as he groaned it against my lips.

  When he was done rocking my world, he gave more sweet, this time in the form of kisses—my jaw, my throat, the side of my neck, my lips. After that, he rolled off the bed, went into the attached bathroom, and came back with a wet washcloth.

  He sat on the bed next to me, tapped my thigh and my eyes went to him.

  “Open your legs, sweetheart.”

  “Huh?”

  “I need to clean you up.”

  I clenched my thighs together as hard as I could and shook my head.

  “That’s okay. I can do it.”

  “Babe.” He grinned. “I’ve had my face between your legs, my tongue in your pussy.” My face flamed. I knew it because I felt it and because he chuckled. “I know you down there better than you know yourself. Every fold, every—”

  “Stop,” I groaned. “I get it.”

  “Then spread for me, babe.”

  “I’ll do it,” I repeated. Thankfully Weston was silent and didn’t give me another detailed description of where he’d been and what he’d seen. But he wasn’t moving so I continued. “This is different.”

  “Different how?”

  “I don’t know. But it feels personal, just different.”

  “Doesn’t get more personal than me inside of you,” he started. “How ‘bout this? Let me do it this time. If you hate it, I won’t do it again. But this time, I want to take care of you.”

  There was something in the way he asked that made me spread my legs. This meant something to him—cleaning me after he’d taken me. And he was right, there was nothing more personal than what we’d done. If I hated it, I’d tell him. But this time, I’d let him do what he wanted.

  He pulled my leg wider and gently started to swipe the warm cloth against my sex. My eyes fluttered closed, not because I was embarrassed, I wasn’t. His ministrations were soothing, I felt cared for.

  “Didn’t use protection, Silver.”

  My eyes popped open and I stared at him staring at the space between my thighs.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  “I’m not on birth control.”

  He nodded and his gaze came to mine. “I’ll glove up next time. If you want to go on the pill and are cool with no condoms we’ll do that. If not, I’ve got us covered.”

  There was a lot there, all of it good, mainly the fact he didn’t look panicked we’d just had sex twice without protection and pregnancy was a possibility. A real one, considering it was about ten days until my next period. Fuck.

  “You wouldn’t mind if I didn’t want to go on birth control?”

  “Your body, your choice. I’m certainly not gonna complain about a condom if that what’s needed.”

  “I’ll go on the pill.”

  “Right.” He chuckled. “Your choice.”

  My choice. I loved that.

  “What if…I mean, I’m supposed to start my period soon. I’m not entirely sure but I think this is about the time in my cycle where I can get pregnant. I could get the morning-after pill.”

  No sooner had the suggestion left my mouth Weston’s entire body strung tight, his hand stopped wiping me clean, and his eyes became guarded.

  What the hell?

  “Is that what you want?”

  “I’m just saying it’s an option—if you want.”

  “Your choice.”

  That felt awesome, too, but it kind of wasn’t only my choice.

  “It’s not only mine when we’re talking about something that would be yours, too. I appreciate the sentiment but you have a choice in this.”

  Weston was quiet for a long time. He finished between my legs and tossed the cloth on the nightstand. Still deep in thought, he tapped my leg and I was grateful he was done. I felt exposed and vulnerable as I waited for his answer, not sure how I felt. Either option was life-changing. One answer and there would be a very real possibility a baby would be a result of our lovemaking. The other would mean, there wouldn’t be. It was too soon to be thinking about babies and the future, so I knew the thundering in my chest was ridiculous. But it was there and I couldn’t stop it. What if he told me to take the pill? Would that mean he wasn’t ready now, or did it mean he didn’t want kids in general, or just not with me?

  “I don’t want you to take the morning-after pill.” The breath I was holding whooshed out. “But the choice is yours and whichever decision you make I support a hundred percent.”

  I didn’t want to take it and I knew I’d only offered because I had to give him that option.

  “I don’t want to either.”

  “Right. Then we deal when the time comes.”

  “You seem awfully calm about this,” I told him. “Isn’t this something most men would freak out about? I mean, I’ll be honest, I’m kinda freaked out.”

  “Why?”

  Was he nuts?

  “Well, let’s see. I just had phenomenal sex—times two—with the hottest man I’ve ever seen. We didn’t use protection, which means there’s a chance I could be pregnant and it’s been less than a week since we stopped throwing barbs at one another. I think if there was ever a time to freak out it would be now.”

  “Then it’s a good thing by the time we find out if you’re pregnant we’ll have been together going on a month.”

  Yep, he was nuts. Arguably crazier than I was and that was saying something, because since all of this started with Weston, I’d questioned my sanity a million times.

  “I think you’re missing the point.”

  “Silver, I want kids. Lots of them. And if they came out with your pretty hazel eyes, all your beauty, your intelligence, and your strength, I would not complain.”

  Okay, all of that felt good. So good, I let the warmth of his crazy declaration settle over me. But he was still nuts.

  “Um, Weston, I like all of what you said—a lot. But don’t you think maybe you should be freaking out, too? It’s really soon to be having this conversation. It would seriously make me feel better if I wasn’t alone in this.”

  “You’re not alone,” he returned. “And this might freak you out more than you already are, but not only does the thought of you carrying my baby not freak me out, but it fills me with so much fuckin’ joy it hammers home what I’ve known all along.”

  I was afraid to ask, I really was, but I needed to know. “What have you known all along?”

  “That you’re it for me. You’re the one. I knew it, I was sure. But hearing there’s a chance that what we just shared created a life and the fact that I am elated should tell you I know what I’ve found and I’m not ever letting it go.”

  I stared up at Weston, calm as he could be, no fear, no regret, no second thoughts.

  How did this happen? How did it happen so fast? How did Weston Beil know exactly what I needed to hear to ease my fear? But the best part was, he wasn’t just saying those words, he felt them.

  “Okay.” I drew in a deep breath. “We’ll deal with it in a few weeks.”

  His face lit and his sexy smile appeared. And when it did I prayed that if I was pregnant, our baby got his smile, and maybe his warm brown eyes, too.

  23

  The call came just before dawn, and Weston rolled to grab his phone off the nightstand. Silver was tucked to his side, the same place she’d been when they’d gone to sleep. Something Weston liked a fuckuva lot. His woman liked maximum body contact when they slept.

  “Lo,” he muttered when he placed the phone to his ear.

  Silver started to move away but Weston tightened his grip, not wanting to lose her bare tits, bare thigh, and hand restin
g on his chest.

  “Just got word from Alec,” Nixon started, sounding like he, too, had been woken up. “Takedown was successful. Three are in custody. No casualties.”

  “So it’s done?”

  “It’s done. Silver’s safe.”

  Weston let that settle before he continued. “What’s next?”

  “Chasin will work with Alec to see who else they can bring in. You’re after the skip. Holden and Jameson are working a case with Jonny and I’m left to enjoy my future wife.”

  “Fucker.” Weston chuckled. “I’ll let you go so you can get on that.”

  “Right. See you in a few hours.”

  Nixon disconnected and Weston tossed his phone back on the nightstand and wrapped his arm back around Silver.

  “Everything okay?” she mumbled.

  Fuck yeah, everything was perfect.

  “All your hard work paid off. Takedown was a success.”

  “That’s good news.”

  “It is.”

  Silver’s hand started moving. No longer shy and timid, she knew exactly where she was going and didn’t delay. Her dainty fingers wrapped around his cock and she started stroking.

  “You want more?” he asked, his cock already getting hard.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  He rolled them so they were on their sides, her back to his front, his arm snaked around, and he found her puckered nipple.

  “You have great tits,” he said to the back of Silver’s neck and she wiggled her ass against his hard-on. “You ready for me or do you want me to eat you first?”

  A full-body shiver. Fuck yeah, his woman was responsive. Not only to his touch but to his words. She couldn’t hide anything.

  “I’m ready,” Silver moaned as he kept playing with her nipple.

  “You sure, baby? I could roll to my back and have you ride my face.”

  This time Silver didn’t shiver, she quaked, and she wasn’t hiding her needy little mews. So fucking sexy, his Silver.

  His hand moved lower and she automatically opened her legs to give him room. His fingers toyed with her clit before they circled her opening and teased.

  “So fucking wet for me, baby. You want my cock or my fingers?”

  He played with her pussy—not penetrating, just gathering wetness as it leaked.

  “Your cock.”

  Weston nearly shot off.

  “Honey, I need you.” Silver punctuated that need by reaching between her legs, knocking his hand away and grabbing his dick.

  “Take what you need, Silver,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She was struggling to get him where she needed him, her sighs of frustration not only cute as hell but hot as fuck. Weston tilted her ass back, lined himself up, and in one thrust drove home. Silver’s fingers still between her legs and Weston not being a man to ever let a golden opportunity slip by, covered her hand with his.

  “I’m gonna ride you hard, Silver, you ready?”

  “Yeah.” Her moan filled the room and he wondered how it was possible after two really great back-to-back orgasms he was ready to blow so fast.

  “You’re gonna play with yourself while I fuck you.”

  Her pussy convulsed and it was Weston’s turn to groan. “Goddamn, Silver. Nothing better. Not in my whole life has anything felt as good as your pussy huggin’ my cock.”

  Weston adjusted his angle and gave her a few short, sharp thrusts.

  “Rub yourself, baby. I wanna feel your fingers playing with your clit.”

  Silver did as she was told and just as Weston had expected she went wild. Her ass snug against him, his cock pounding deep, her fingers moving fast. She bucked, moaned, and fucked herself the best she could with the limited movement Weston allowed.

  “Next time you play with yourself, you’re doing it while you’re riding my cock so I can watch.”

  “Whatever you want,” she moaned.

  Whatever he wanted. Christ.

  “You want me to watch?” he asked, though her pussy had quivered so he knew the answer.

  “Yeah, I want to ride your cock while you watch.”

  Jesus.

  He took his hand off of hers, moved it back to her tits, and honed in on her nipple rolling between his fingers.

  “More,” Silver panted and he smiled.

  Yeah, his woman liked him rough.

  “You gonna be able to find it or you need my fingers to help?”

  She rubbed her clit harder and bucked back. “I can find it. Hurry, Weston, I’m almost there. Harder.”

  Weston stopped holding back and gave his woman what she wanted. He powered into her, hard, rough, and unrelenting. He did it bare, he did it until she shouted her release calling his name, then he fucked her until he found it and returned the favor moaning hers, spilling himself inside of her. And when he did, he knew with crystal clarity that whether it happened the first time, the second time, or the third time, or if it happened five years from now, one day Silver would carry his children.

  And that didn’t freak him out. Not one single bit.

  It was a long time before Silver finally spoke. It was after he’d given her slow strokes, bringing them both down from their orgasms. It was after he kissed her neck, her cheek, and when she turned her head he claimed her mouth.

  “Who knew,” she muttered.

  “Who knew what?”

  “Who knew an orgasm could be that good.”

  Weston smiled and buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, loving the floral scent of her shampoo.

  “Pleased it was just as good for you as it was for me.”

  “That wasn’t good—that was awesome.” His body started shaking with silent laughter. “Seriously.”

  “I agree, baby. You good sleeping like this?”

  “With you still inside of me?”

  “Yeah.”

  Silver’s ass pressed closer and he figured that was his answer, but was happy when she added. “Yeah, I’m great just like this.”

  It wasn’t what she said that made him happy, it was the breathy wonder. Like she was more than okay to keep their connection for as long as she could.

  “Go back to sleep, baby.”

  “Okay, honey.”

  Silver’s breath evened out and within minutes she was out. Weston did not find sleep right away. He laid awake behind her, not wanting to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment of her in his arms. He spent his time memorizing the feel and smell of her. He knew he wanted this for the rest of his life, hoped he got it, and if he did, he wouldn’t need the memory. But he still took the time.

  “I’m not sure this is a good idea.” That was Silver. She and Weston were in the Suburban Gemini Group owned on their way to Alabama.

  It had taken Weston five minutes to tell Nixon he was taking Silver with him. Then it had taken him thirty minutes to convince Silver to come with him. The second she’d agreed, he’d taken her upstairs to pack, then shuffled her out to the SUV, and loaded her up.

  “Do you think I’d ever put you in a situation that was dangerous?” he returned.

  “No. And like you said, I’ll be in the hotel waiting for you. It’s not like I’m going to apprehend the skip with you. Though that might be fun.”

  Weston did his best to keep his groan silent—maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. Silver was fearless, and he could see how she’d think it was fun. Hell, the woman had thought tracking drug runners by herself was a good idea, too.

  “Silver,” he growled. “You’re not coming with me to pick up the skip.”

  “Jeez, keep your pants on. I just said it sounded like fun.”

  “Then what aren’t you sure about?”

  “Meeting your parents.”

  Taking one hand off the steering wheel, Weston reached over and laid the back of his palm on her thigh and waited for Silver to take it. When she did, he threaded their fingers and brought their combined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of Silver’s.

  “
Never brought a woman home to meet my parents,” he told her.

  “Never? Really?”

  “Not a woman. They met a few girls in high school but not one after I graduated.”

  “Why not?”

  “Never had one that mattered.” They went back to silence for a beat, then Weston went on. “My parents are good people. Hard-working. Average. Normal. You have nothing to worry about.”

  “I’ve never met anyone’s parents before. And as you know, I’m not accustomed to normal, average, good people. I was raised by Dale and Silvia.”

  Weston hated that shit for her, hated it was a constant in her life.

  “Trust me. You got nothing to worry about.”

  “Okay,” she mumbled, not sounding convinced.

  “Do you think I’d bring you to meet them if I thought there’d be a problem?”

  “No.”

  “Right. So stop worrying.”

  Weston felt Silver glaring, and when he glanced in her direction, he found he was correct. Her puffy, full lips pursed together, her eyes narrowed. It was a cute look but Weston knew her, therefore he knew she was gearing up for a snit.

  “You know,” she said conversationally. “Just because you tell me not to worry doesn’t actually mean I’ll stop worrying.”

  “It should.”

  “It should?”

  “Yep. I told you, you have nothing to worry about so just stop.”

  “It doesn’t work that way,” she snapped.

  Weston scanned the traffic in front of him trying his best not to laugh. The woman could argue about anything. And when she tried to snatch her hand from his, he held fast.

  “Why not? You don’t know my parents. I do. I’m telling you they’re cool. They’ll treat you with kindness and respect. So again, babe, you’re working yourself up for no reason. Relax, enjoy the road trip. And hopefully, by tomorrow night we’ll be sitting at my mom’s table and she’ll pull out all the stops. Then you’ll see you were worrying for nothing.”

  “You can say that because you do know them. I don’t, so between now and then I’m gonna worry.”

  “Suit yourself,” he conceded.

  “What?”

  He tried, really he did, but the shock in her voice was too much. It started as a chuckle but when Silver grunted and unsuccessfully tried again to pull her hand from his, Weston erupted into laughter.