His back is to me, and he lifts his shirt off over his head and drops it to the floor, and then the sound of his belt coming off fills the silence, making that coiled ball of energy in my stomach unravel slightly with the knowledge that he’s not leaving.
“I’m sorry.” I reach out to him and run my fingers down his back as he takes a seat on the side of the bed. The moment I touch him, his muscles contract and he looks over his shoulder at me.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
“I told my dad. He was here earlier.” I close my eyes, hating the distance I feel between us. “I know you will probably think it’s idiotic, but the idea of you and my dad not getting along is one of the worst things I can imagine.” I open my eyes back up, seeing he’s still watching me. “I love my dad; he’s my best friend, but since the moment I met you, that has changed. You have become important in a way that I know if I had to choose between the two of you, I wouldn’t be able to without it ripping me apart.”
“You think I would make you choose between us?” he growls, and his brows shoot together.
Okay, said out loud like that makes it sound stupid.
“I…I don’t think you would,” I shake my head. “I don’t think he would either, but how could I choose between two men I love?”
“Love?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You said you couldn’t choose between the two men you love.” He crawls over me, pressing me into the bed with his weight, his face inches from mine. “You love me?” he asks softly, and I shake my head and close my eyes. “July, open your eyes and look at me.”
I shake my head again and his hands go to each side of my face. “Baby, open your eyes and look at me.” The tone of his voice has my eyes opening to look at him. “I love you too,” he says, and my eyes slide closed and I let his words wash over me before opening them again. “Loving you means I want what’s best for you and that I want you to be happy. You think I don’t know what your family means to you?” He pushes my hair away from my face. “You don’t think I see the way your face lights up when you talk about your dad, or the love you have for him?” He kisses my lips then my chin. “I see it baby, and regardless if we get along, I would never make you choose between us.”
“I can’t believe you love me.”
“That’s all you got from that speech?” he asks, smiling.
“Uh basically…”
“I have no idea what I’m going to do with your crazy ass,” he mutters, looking over my head.
“Hey,” I smack his side, “you telling me you love me is kinda a big deal.”
“No more keeping shit from me,” he demands as his face goes serious.
“Promise,” I agree.
“Next time, I’m spanking your ass.”
My body freezes under him, and the space between my legs tingles from the thought of him spanking me.
“Interesting.” He smiles, and I pull my bottom lip into my mouth before I blurt out something completely inappropriate.
“Ruined,” he says, biting my chin, making me gasp as he pulls one of my legs around his hip.
“What are you doing?” I moan as he runs his hand down my stomach into my sweats.
“Make-up sex, baby,” he whispers against my mouth as he slides two fingers inside me.
Chapter 12
“Oh, my God. I’m coming!” I yell, rolling over to get out of bed when the doorbell rings for the tenth time in less than a minute.
“I’ll get it, baby,” Wes says, tugging me back down into bed and kissing the side of my head before getting up. I turn my head and watch as he pulls on his jeans, leaving the room without a shirt. Wondering who it is, I get up and follow him out of the room then stop in the hall, looking at his back as he opens the door. His body freezes, all of the muscles in his back going taught as he says something to whoever is at the door.
I pad to where he is then duck under his arm, coming face to face with my parents. Oh, crap!
“Morning, honey.” My mom smiles.
I blink, looking at my mom then at my dad. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Figured if he was here, that would mean he’s who I thought he was. If he didn’t come back here last night, I knew you would need some of your mom’s famous French toast to get you over him,” my dad says as Wes wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me out of the way.
“Uhh…” I mumble as my dad tugs my mom into the house, shutting the door.
“You wanna put a shirt on?” my dad queries, looking at Wes. Then his eyes drop to my legs and he frowns. “And you some pants?”
“Asher Mayson!” my mom snaps, hitting my dad’s chest.
“What?” he asks, frowning down at her.
“This is your daughter’s house, not yours. You can’t tell her or her guest to get dressed in her own house.”
“The hell I can’t,” Dad growls then looks at Wes. “You think I’m gonna let him sit across from you shirtless while we eat breakfast? Fuck no.”
“You’re so ridiculous.” Mom glares at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Call it what you want, baby,” my dad says, glaring right back at her.
“We’ll be back after we get dressed,” I murmur, pulling a chuckling Wes with me to my room.
“My parents are here,” I whimper, closing the door and pressing my back to the wood, closing my eyes.
“Saw that, babe,” Wes says, and my eyes open and I watch him pull a clean shirt out from the dresser.
“We’re going to have breakfast with my dad and mom.” I tell him something he already knows as I watch him go into the bathroom. I follow behind him, watching as he pulls his toothbrush out of the holder next to mine and begins brushing his teeth. And I wonder how he’s so cool about this.
“Get some pants on.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he cups his hand under the flowing water to rinse his mouth. I look around the bathroom. The shower curtain is open, and Wes’ body wash and shampoo are next to mine on the shelf. My eyes go back to him when he puts his toothbrush next to mine in the holder once again. My eyes drop to his clippers, deodorant, and man products that have taken up half the counter, and I shake my head and remind myself to get dressed.
I leave the bathroom and go to the closet. When I open it up, I notice Wes’ clothes have filled up a whole side of my closet, and then my eyes drop to the ground and I see that his boots and sneakers are mixed in with mine on the floor. I grab a pair of sweats then go back to the bathroom, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
I swallow hard, watching as he pulls his shirt on. “I…uhh…when did we move in together?”
“Babe, get dressed,” he says, ignoring me, and I wonder if I’m thinking too much into it. I pull off my shirt, put on a bra and a tank top, and then slip on my sweats before brushing my teeth. When I come out of the bathroom, Wes is completely dressed and sitting on the side of the bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask, going to stand in front of him. He tugs me forward until my hips are settled between his then slides his hands up my tank, running along the skin of my sides.
“Whatever happens out there doesn’t effect what we have. When your parents go home, we will still be us, and nothing will change that.”
I lean in, and press a kiss to his lips.
“You ready?” I lick my lips and nod, he takes my hand, leading me out of the room towards the kitchen, where I hear my parents talking.
When we walk around the corner, I see my mom at the stove and my dad standing at her back with his arms around her. I clear my throat then tug Wes’ hand when their eyes come to us.
“Dad, I would like you to meet Wes Silver. Wes, this is my dad, Asher Mayson,” I introduce them.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Wes says, and my dad’s eyes narrow and I hold my breath, almost afraid to watch.
“You military?” my dad asks, and Wes nods.
“Eight years in the Navy SEALs.”
My dad grunts then shakes
his head. “Marines,” he says pointing to himself, then takes Wes’ hand and gives it a firm shake. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and go to my mom’s side to kiss her head then wrap my arm around her shoulders.
“Told you everything would be okay, honey,” my mom whispers softly, giving me a squeeze. I smile and walk to my dad’s side and slip under his arm as he talks with Wes. He kisses my hairline and I hug his waist then slide from his grasp and go to Wes, wrapping my arms around him and resting my cheek on his chest. I stand there until my mom finishes making her famous breakfast of French toast, and we all move to sit around the table. “You guys should come over for dinner this weekend,” my dad suggests as we walk my parents to the front door.
“Got some stuff going on this weekend,” Wes says, and I look at him and frown; he hasn’t said anything to me. “Should be able to work something out for next week though.”
My dad nods and pats his shoulder then looks at me. “I know you guys are together, but I don’t want to be a grandfather yet, so make sure you’re being careful.”
“Dad!” I hiss.
“No,” he shakes his head then points at Wes, “If my girl tells me she’s pregnant before she has a ring on her finger, we’re gonna have issues. Hell, you shouldn’t even be having sex.”
“Dad, stop. I lost my virginity on prom night.” I shake my head and his swings my way. His eyes narrow and I can see the wheels in his head turning.
When the hell will I learn to shut my big, fat mouth?
“You went to prom with Bobbie Evans. He still works at the car dealership in town,” my dad growls and his jaw starts to tic.
“Um…” I look at my mom for help, but I can see that she’s upset as well.
“I’m going to kill him,” Dad seethes.
“I’ll help you,” Wes says. I look at him and narrow my eyes, and he shrugs.
“I haven’t spoken to him in years,” I say, tossing my arms in the air then crossing them over my chest, glaring at him.
“Keep it that way,” Wes commands.
“Can you keep your caveman in your pants?” My eyes go from Wes to my dad, who is looking between Wes and me with a strange look on his face.
“Dad?” I say, and it’s almost like he’s frozen in place.
“Love you, honey,” my mom says, cutting in and giving me a hug.
“Love you, Mom.”
“Asher.” My mom grabs his hand and his eyes go to her, and he shakes his head then looks at me.
“Be good,” he mutters, giving me a hug and kissing my forehead. Then he looks at Wes and lifts his chin before heading towards his Jeep with his arm around my mom’s shoulders.
“That wasn’t so bad,” I tell Wes. His arm wraps around my waist and I feel his lips on my hair as we watch my parents drive away.
“I like your parents,” he says, leading me back into the house.
“They like you too.” I smile then walk towards the bedroom once we’re inside, but don’t make it far, because the back of my shirt is grabbed and I’m tugged backward into his hard body.
“Where you going?” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses down my neck.
“I was going to shower.” I moan, tilting my head to the side.
“That sounds good.” He bites my neck, lifting me and walking towards the bedroom, making me laugh.
“Where in that did you hear me invite you?” I ask as he reaches around me, turning on the shower.
“The part where you were going to be naked.” He pulls my shirt off over my head and unhooks my bra, letting it drop to the floor before palming my breasts, pulling on both nipples, which makes my core tighten with want. His hands travel down my stomach and he slides my sweats down my legs, commanding, “Step out,” against my neck before biting into my skin.
When his hands leave me again, I turn to look at him over my shoulder and watch as his hands go behind his back as he pulls his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor with mine. When his arms wrap around me again, I moan, feeling the denim of his jeans scrape against the skin on the back of my thighs as one of his hands slides down my stomach, the other wrapping across my breast. His foot spreads my legs farther apart and his fingers slide through my folds, making my hips buck forward. Turning my head, I pant into his neck as two fingers slide on either side of my swollen clit.
“My mouth is watering.” He lets me go, making my eyes that had slid closed fly open. I turn and watch as he pulls a towel off of the shelf and sets it on the vanity. Then he pulls me by my hips and lifts me, placing me on it. “Show me your pussy, baby,” he says, unbuckling his jeans. My eyes are glued to the outline of the budge the V of his hips is pointing to.
“Spread your legs, July.” My eyes glide up to meet his and I swallow, slowly spreading my legs open. “Touch yourself how you want me to touch you.” He pulls down his jeans and his cock bobs against his stomach, the veins pronounced, the head so red it looks painful. I bring two fingers down my stomach and pause just over my pubic bone, feeling unsure.
“Touch it, baby. Show me how you like it,” he encourages while wrapping his hand around his length and pumping. I lower my fingers between my folds and rub circles around my clit then slip one finger inside of myself, taking the wetness of my arousal and sliding it up and around my clit.
“Fuck,” he clips, and my eyes that had slid closed open and meet his. I swallow, keeping a slow pace, the ache in my core telling me that when I do come it’s going to be huge. Like he can’t stop himself, he steps towards me, circling my entrance with one finger then pulling his finger, covered in my arousal, out and swiping it across my bottom lip.
He crashes his mouth down on mine, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking hard, causing me to cry out and my fingers to move faster, circling my clit. Then he pulls his mouth from mine and drops his face between my legs, burying his tongue in my pussy taking long strokes as his fingers enter me, making me scream his name. My orgasm crashes over me suddenly; the walls of my vagina contract, pulling at his fingers as I float away, my body breaking out with cold bumps as he wipes his chin on the inside of my thigh. He stands, grabs my ankles, holding them out to the sides as he slams into me hard. My hands go behind my back to keep myself up.
“Watch,” he growls, pulling out and slamming back in. “I love the way I look disappearing into you.” His words make me hotter and I lower my eyes, watching him enter me in long, measured strokes. Each of his thrust hits something deep inside me that causes a sharp pain that simmers out into pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, and his mouth crashes down onto mine, causing the sound of my orgasm to slide down his throat. He pulls and wraps my legs around his hips, puts his hands under my ass, and then lifts me up, taking me into the shower, where he presses my back into the tiled wall. I use my legs wrapped around him as leverage to bring myself to orgasm again. “Fuck, baby, squeeze me,” he groans, planting himself deep and dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
*
“I want to follow Z tonight,” Kayan says as I lock up the doors to the clinic.
“Follow him where?” I ask, watching as she pulls out her keys from her bag.
“I don’t know,” she mutters then lifts her eyes to look at me. “I feel like maybe he’s cheating. He’s been hiding something,” she whispers, and I feel my eyebrows pull together.
“I don’t think Z is cheating on you.”
“Tonight, I’ll find out for sure,” she says, and I know there is no convincing her. When we were in college, she dated a guy that was cheating on her. The whole time, everyone knew except for her and me, or we didn’t know until we went to a frat party and walked in on him while he was having sex with our other roommate Lynn.
“I’ll go with you.” I tell her seeing the look on her face.
“Thank you.”
“I always have your back, even if I think you’re crazy,” I tell her.
“We’re going to have to find some way to ditch
our tail.” She nods her head towards Harlen, who is sitting on his bike across the parking lot.
“Fifty Shades of Grey is coming out tonight. We will just say we’re going to watch it.”
“Perfect,” she whispers.
“Call me and we’ll make plans for the movies,” I shout loud enough for Harlen to hear.
“I can’t wait to see Fifty’s ass!” she shouts back, and I can’t help but laugh.
“So what are you guys doing tonight?” I ask Wes as I pull on my jeans.
His eyes lift from his cell phone and he looks at me. “We’re helping Jax with something then going to ride up to Nashville and check out a club Harlen found. The boys are thinking about buying it.”
“What kind of club?” I ask, pulling my hoodie out from the closet.
He pauses like he’s not going to say, and I raise a brow with my hoodie paused over my head. “Strip club.”
I nod once then pull the sweatshirt on. “You should talk to my uncle and mom. They’ve been running Teasers, now that my grandpa retired.”
His head goes back like I hit him and his brows pull together. “Your uncle and mom run Teasers?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck?”
I smile and pull my black Converse out of the closet. “Babe, your mouth.” I laugh, tapping his chin as I sit down next to him on the bed.
“How did I not know that?” He kisses my neck.
“I guess it never came up, but I’m sure my mom and uncle would be happy to talk to you and the guys.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. So you guys are going to the movies?”
“Yes, and we don’t need a bodyguard.”
“You don’t have a bodyguard.” He shakes his head. “We’re just being cautious until we know things have quieted down.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes and just nod in agreement instead.
“Sage is going to be with you tonight,” he tells me, standing.
“Sage is helping you out now?” I ask, wondering how my Uncle Nico’s son got put up to this.
“No, Harlen heard you guys were watching some chick flick, so everyone drew straws.”
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