I stood up from the floor and started to make my way over when Layla shouted out to me. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Have you even been watching the movie? That could be an axe murderer.” I laughed it off, but then her words sank in. Who would be crazy enough to be out in this weather? I hesitated right in front of the door.
“Who is it?” I asked cautiously.
“Lennon,” the person called out. Even muffled, I recognized that voice. West. I quickly opened the door and took in his drenched appearance. His short hair was stuck to his forehead the way it always did when he got it wet. His clothes looked completely soaked and if I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say he was even shivering slightly.
“West? What are you doing here?” I asked still too surprised that he was actually standing on my porch right then. He had just called me from California a couple of hours before. Or at least, I thought he had.
“I had to see you,” he said simply. “Can I come in?” I didn’t hesitate to pull him inside and close the door behind him. Then I took his hand in mine and without one word, I led him down the hallway to my bedroom. I didn’t miss the eyes that watched us, but I would just have to deal with them later. Bri came out of the bathroom just as we stopped in front of my door and her eyebrows rose up high when she took in West’s drenched appearance behind me.
I didn’t give her the chance to respond before I opened my door and pulled West inside. I made sure to lock it behind me before I turned around to face him. “You’re soaked,” I said. He just nodded his head. I searched around for a towel or at least something he could cover up with. The only thing I could find was an afghan that my grandmother had sent me as a graduation present. West pulled it tight around him before he walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. I just stared back at him.
I wanted to ask why he was here in my room instead of talking with very important people in California, but the serious expression on his face made me hesitate. His brows were knitted together, and I waited for him to say something, anything. I walked over to my desk and wheeled the desk to the space right in front of him.
He wouldn’t look at me. He just kept his eyes down with that concentrated look on his face. “West?” I prompted. “Are you okay?”
“I just need a minute,” he said softly. I nodded my head and sat back in my chair while he finished gathering his thoughts. I didn’t have to wait long. His gaze rose to meet mine and I could see the emotion in those stormy blue eyes. I knew before he opened his mouth that what he was about to say was going to change my life. I just knew it.
“I made a mistake,” he said quickly. I pinched my brows together as I looked back at him. So, he elaborated. “I never meant to tell you I loved you over the phone.” I nodded my head slowly. It hurt to hear him actually admit that it had been a mistake.
“Okay,” I said softly. I looked down at the ground because the last thing I wanted was for him to see me cry.
“Will you look at me?” He asked. Slowly, I rose my eyes up to meet his. He smiled that perfect West grin of his, dimple and all. “I love you Lennon.” He said it so simply. Like it wasn’t the biggest declaration of my life. I, on the other hand, felt my whole world shift on it’s axis. I couldn’t speak. I just kept staring at him.
“I wanted the first time I told you to be face to face. I wanted to be able to see your gorgeous eyes looking back at me. When I said it over the phone, it just slipped out. I wanted it to be so much better than that.”
“You love me?” I repeated slowly.
“I do. I’ve been in love with you for a while now, and I don’t really know what’s taken me so long to say it.” He reached out and touched my cheek with his hand. It was still cold, but that didn’t keep me from nuzzling against him.
“I love you too,” I said back quickly. “I think a part of me has since I was thirteen years old.” His smile was infectious. He dropped the afghan away as he took my hands in his and pulled me off the chair. I sat down in his lap, my legs dangling on either side of him.
“I’m yours Lennon Cooper,” he whispered against my lips before they caressed mine tenderly. His mouth tasted like the rain, and I couldn’t get enough. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as I tilted my head to the side to allow him to kiss me deeper. One of his hands held my hips in place while the other was splayed across my upper back.
His mouth left mine, but it didn’t go far. He began to pepper light kisses along my jaw until he found the sensitive spot just below my ear. My whole body erupted in tingling goose bumps. He pulled my lobe into his mouth and sucked. A small moan escaped my lips as my head dropped back.
The hand on my hip moved lower until he gripped my butt firmly in his hand. His other hand moved higher until he gripped the collar of my shirt. He pulled and the old fabric gave way under his strong grasp, causing a small tear. Neither of us stopped to worry about it.
Instead he just tore it a little more as he pulled it even further down my shoulder, exposing the flesh. His lips left my ear and trailed their way down my neck until he placed a tender kiss on the top of my bare shoulder.
His fingers dug even more into my rear end and I shifted on his lap. He groaned in response and that’s when I felt for certain just how much our kisses were effecting him. He felt rock hard against me and I loved the feel of him. I shifted the same way I had just a second before and his fingers tightened even more. His head snapped up and his stormy eyes met mine.
The look he gave me was one full of need that I recognized well. After that, everything moved faster; more urgently. He grabbed me before quickly turning and laying me down on my back. He reached behind him and pulled at the collar of his soaked tee shirt. It went up and over his head in a flash and then it was gone.
I watched him with a hunger that I’d never quite experienced before. This was nothing like our first time together. That night everything had been done slowly and with the utmost care on his part. This time, West was frantic with his movements. Almost like he might never get the chance again.
He reached forward and tugged on my shirt, causing it to rip away even more. He didn’t stop. He kept tugging until it hung on my shoulders in two individual strips. I sat up as he removed what was left of my ruined shirt and tossed it into the darkness of my bedroom. He also didn’t waste any time removing my sweat pants and discarding them to the same pile as my torn shirt.
He cocked one knee up onto the bed and moved it between my legs while the other remained firmly on the floor. Then he took my chin in his hand and kissed me with a fire that I’ll never be able to forget.
His tongue slid against my lips and I quickly opened my mouth to meet it with my own. My hands ran down his chest, over his abs, until I found the buckle of his jeans. He braced his arms on either side of my head as I fumbled with the difficult task of undoing his pants with his tongue sliding so teasingly against mine. He nipped my bottom lip and I couldn’t resist the urge to moan into his mouth.
Finally, his jeans loosened and he pulled away. He stood from the bed and made quick work of removing the last of his clothes. I watched as he lowered his jeans and boxers to the floor and I finally saw every single square inch of West there was to offer, and there was a lot.
He reached for himself and my eyes widened when he stroked himself. I swallowed before looking up at his face. He was watching me intensely, and it was almost too much. I bit down on my bottom lip and he smirked.
“You look a little nervous,” he whispered in a deep husky voice. I shook my head. The last thing I wanted was for him to put an end to this because he thought I was scared. No, if anything, I was more turned on than ever.
“Make love to me?” I asked, tentatively. His smirk became a smile.
“As you wish,” he said before he crawled back up on the edge of the bed. My legs were bent at the knee and he found a spot between them. He kept his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly began to slide one hand up the side of my ankle. He kept his touch light as he moved higher. I didn’t dare blink as h
e went over my knee and glided back down my thigh to the hem of my simple panties.
One finger grazed over me and my hips involuntarily twitched from the sensation his simple touch caused. He didn’t react to my movement other than to wrap his free arm around my other leg and hold it in place. His finger went back up the edge of my panties and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
He grabbed the edge of my panties and began to slowly pull them down. I moved my hips to help him. The coolness of my room and West’s touch did little to ease the heat that had pooled between my thighs. I slid each of my feet free from my panties and waited to see what West would do next.
His gaze dropped down and the look that he gave me when our eyes connected again set me on fire. I wanted him desperately, and I pleaded with my eyes, but when that didn’t do the trick, I used my words.
“West, please…” I whispered. “Touch me.” He didn’t need me to say it again. He moved between my thighs and let his finger glide over my slick entrance. My body arched and my pelvis lifted off the mattress. West shifted in his spot and I felt his arm as it reached around my thigh. His hand was splayed over my stomach as he held me in place.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked in that husky tone again. I closed my eyes, licked my lips, and nodded my head. I expected to feel his finger again, but instead he gave me something else entirely. His name came out as a raspy moan the first time he slid his tongue against me.
The second time, I think my eyes rolled back in my head. I gripped the sheet below me as his tongue continued to explore me. I had never felt anything quite like his tongue before, and I knew I’d ever be able to forget it. My eyes were shut tight as he licked, and sucked, and nipped at every available space. I moaned, and sighed, and called out his name too many times to count, but he didn’t seem to mind. He would just move faster, harder, or deeper each time I reacted to his touch.
All too soon, I felt myself going higher and higher toward the precipice. I knew it wouldn’t take much to send me hurtling into that perfect blissful oblivion. I moved uncontrollably and with one final stroke, I came undone against him.
My body continued to shake after he had pulled back, and I honestly felt like crying. I wondered if it would always be this perfect for us. I prayed that it would be. West leaned over me and grinned in that adorable boyish way of his.
“You’re incredible,” West said before he kissed me. He smiled and it was intoxicating knowing that I was the one responsible for him being so happy, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to give him what he had just given me. I wanted him to feel that euphoric. So with unsteady hands, I pushed him onto his back then I slid one leg over until I was straddling him.
He looked at me with such affection that my heart felt like it might burst. I leaned down so that I could kiss him and he wrapped his arms around me to kiss me back. I could feel his hardness against me. Each little movement from me elicited a groan from him and it was addicting watching him fall apart underneath me.
I reached behind me until I was holding him in my palm. My fingers couldn’t reach all the way around him and I was still amazed that I had ever been able to fit him inside me at all that first night. He bit down on his bottom lip as I rubbed him. Finally, he gripped my wrist to stop my movements and looked me straight in the eyes.
“As amazing as it feels to have you touching me right now, I’m not going to last much longer and I really want to be inside you when I come apart.” A blush rose to my cheeks at the bluntness of his words. I nodded my head. Then with a slow expertise, he began to slip inside me. My eyes fluttered closed. He felt incredible. Even bigger than before. He helped ease me down his length, but then he stopped suddenly.
“Ah,” he groaned. I slipped a little lower and his eyes closed tightly, but he kept me from moving anymore. “Uh…” he began. “I forgot the condom,” he finally ground out. “It’s in my jeans.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to take precaution because I did. The last thing either of us needed was a surprise pregnancy, but the thought of moving away from him at that particular moment seemed unfathomable. I was already teetering on the edge and he was barely even in me yet.
“Lennon, we can use a condom. I don’t mind.” I shook my head.
“It’s fine. I trust you, and I really don’t think I can stop right now.” He still looked unsure so I did the only thing I could think of. I slipped further down him. He let out a hiss as his head fell back against my bed. I didn’t stop until he was as deep as he could go. And it was deep. I could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me.
I placed my hands on his chest as I slowly started to move. I slid up and rolled my hips as I came back down. His hands grasped me and his fingers dug into my flesh in much of the same way mine were on his chest. I began to move a little faster.
“Lennon,” he said with a groan. Hearing my name fall from his lips in such a way caused my first orgasm. He gripped me tightly as I came just as intensely as I had the first time. I stopped moving and he took it upon himself to switch our positions. He flipped me so that I was on my back again and without any hesitation, he thrust into me as deep as he could go. My head dropped back as I arched up into him. He took my leg and wrapped it around him allowing himself to hit even deeper. My eyes were closed and I gripped the sheet tightly in my hand as he thrust into me over and over.
I screamed out his name as I came a second time and my nails glided down his back earning a deep growl from him. He moved even faster. Then I felt it the moment he came. He cursed before my name came out breathy. He fell to the side of me and I knew that I really couldn’t move that time.
“Jesus,” he said after a few moments of silence. I looked over at him and noticed that a small sheen of sweat glistened on his chest. He looked fantastic. His breaths were still coming out quick but after another few seconds, they slowed to a normal pace. Then he looked over at me and grinned that dimpled grin.
“I’m glad you came,” I said and he started laughing. Then I realized what I said. “I meant came here. To surprise me.” He leaned over and planted a quick kiss on my lips.
“I’ll always come for you Lennon. I promise.” My heart soared.
“I love you,” I whispered as I cupped his scruffy face in my hand. He nestled against me.
“I love you too. Always have. Always will.”
The following morning, West went back to California with the promise to see me in Leering as soon as his schedule permitted it. I kissed him goodbye while he told me again how in love with me he was. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how far we had come and how much farther we had to go together.
Forty-Three
Being in Leering without West seemed to last an eternity. All I felt like doing was moping around the house in my pajamas. Even reading didn’t seem to have the same appeal it always had before. Mom thought I was sick and she continued to try and feed me different soups to bring me out of my funk.
Finally, after two weeks, I got a text from West.
West: I’m coming for you Len. Plane just landed in DFW. I’m taking a bus, and I’ll see you shortly. I miss you.
I immediately got out of bed and went to my closet. I picked out the cutest thing I owned which happened to be an adorable pale yellow knee length sundress. I paired it with some simple black flats and then I put my hair up into this little half bun thing that Layla had shown me how to do. I didn’t bother with makeup since it was too hot outside for it anyway. Chances were it would just melt away before I even reached West.
I grabbed the keys to his truck from my desk and made my way outside. Thankfully, Mom and Jameson seemed to be out somewhere so I was at least able to avoid another round of questions that I’d rather not answer. I knew she wasn’t happy that I’d been so vague after I pulled up in West’s truck, but for the moment she was letting my lame excuse fly.
I’d told them that West had messaged me asking if I was planning on going back home. When I’d s
aid yes, he came up with an idea that I would take him to the airport since it was closer to me and I was only an hour away from him rather than Katie who was at least two. I would keep his truck in Leering until he came home. Then we would simply drive back together.
I was kind of amazed I’d been able to come up with something that wasn’t really all that farfetched. Dad bought it without even batting an eye. Mom was being a little tougher, but I think that had something to do with the fact that she actually knew West and I had a little history in the dating department.
I would just have to make sure that West kept my lie going. West. I couldn’t wait to see him. I jogged out to the truck and climbed inside. I had been careful not to add too many of my girlishness to it, but I did have a hair tie or two wrapped on his gear shift. I also had my favorite Queen CD playing on repeat. For the most part though, it was still the same masculine beast that West knew and loved.
It took me an hour and a half with traffic to pull up to the bus station that I knew West would be at. It was the only one close to Leering. Sure enough as soon as I parked, I saw his beaming dimpled grin coming my way. I grinned back as I hopped out of the truck and ran toward him. He dropped his bag on the sidewalk next to him just before he caught me in his arms.
His arms wrapped tightly around me and then he kissed me. I smiled against his lips as I planted kiss after kiss on them. One hand reached up and held the back of my head firmly against his mouth. Once we had sufficiently given each other a proper hello, he eased me back to the ground.
“Damn, are you a sight for sore eyes,” he said happily. I grinned as his arm dropped over my shoulder. He pulled me into his side before he leaned down to pick up his bag. Then we made our way back to his pickup. He tossed the bag in the back before opening my door.
I climbed inside and then watched as he made his way around the front. The second he got in, and he heard Freddie, he looked over at me with his brows raised. “What?” I asked nonchalantly. “It’s your CD.”
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