When he runs his fingers up the inside of my legs, it sends chills all around me. I close my eyes to enjoy the rush of sensations that only his touch can cause on my body.
“I used to dream about you,” he whispers, staring at my legs and where he’s running his fingers along my skin. “All throughout high school.” He shakes his head slightly as he lets out a small chuckle under his breath. “I dreamed about you so much that it started to fuck with my head.” He finally looks up and meets my eyes. “That’s why I thought that kiss was a dream. Another. Fucking. Dream.”
He takes both of his hands and runs them down my legs, caressing them like they’re valuable and he’s in awe that they’re here in front of him.
“I woke up so pissed the next morning. This whole time, I thought it was the most real dream I’d ever had.” His movement almost knocks me off balance when he stands so fast and grips my hips. “I’m sorry I was too drunk to realize what I was doing. Haven’t you ever heard that drunk thoughts are hidden truths?”
I take a sharp inhale at his admission. I run my lips together to gain composure and stop the tears from forming.
“I kissed you because I had every time I dreamed about you. I just never thought I’d have the chance.”
“Then, what are you waiting for?” I ask.
He smirks. “Absolutely nothing.”
Leaning down, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me to my bed. Once I’m lying down, he yanks his shirt over his head by reaching one hand behind him and then kicks off his shoes. As he unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, his cock springs out, and I see just how hard he already is. He grabs a condom from his wallet before discarding his pants onto my desk chair.
Sitting the condom beside me, he climbs on top of me for the first time. When he lowers himself to me, his lips meet mine in a sensual kiss that’s much more meaningful than I’ve ever felt from him. There’s no rush or urgency to his movements. Without Chad here, we have all night, and I get the feeling he’s going to take advantage.
As his kisses sear through my lips, his hands move down my body, gripping my hips, his body grinding into me. I’ve never made out with a man when we’re already naked. I’m used to clothes rubbing in the wrong places or just plain getting in the way. Feeling every inch of his body against me and the tip of his cock pressing against my skin sends ripples of pleasure through me.
He slides down my body and takes my taut nipple in his mouth as he massages the other one. My head falls back as my hips buck up, wanting to feel his skin against me once again. He obliges my desire, and when he does, his cock slips between my slit, rubbing against my clit in the most delicious way.
I moan, and I feel the reaction my noises make all throughout his body.
“I’m trying to take this slow, but I’m dying to be inside you right now,” he says between licks of my neck.
I reach for the condom, ripping it open myself. “I want you inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
I grab his cock, and he pulls back from me, giving me access to him as I roll it down his thick shaft. When I grip him tightly, he closes his eyes and drops his head back.
He takes a deep inhale in. “Please don’t hate me if I can’t last too long. I’m so fucking turned on right now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this.”
I sit up, so we’re inches apart. “Well then, you’d better fuck me quick because I promise I’m going to come fast.”
The growl that escapes his lips as he pushes me back on the bed is enough to kick up my desire to a thousand. I swear if he hits my G-spot as he slides in, I’m a goner for sure.
With his lips glued to mine, he positions himself at my entrance before taking a deep breath and sliding in me for the first time in a slow, delicious pace.
“Oh God,” I say as he fills me to the brim.
I roll my shoulders back, pushing away to give myself time to allow him in. His length and girth are almost too much, and I feel like I can barely breathe.
He opens his mouth, sweeping his tongue against mine as he pulls out and slowly glides in again. I gasp as pleasure radiates through my entire body. Holding my hands down to my sides and gripping the sheets next to me, I let him move in and out of me, giving him full control over my body and dying at the ecstasy it’s sending in waves from my toes to the tip of my head.
With every thrust, he rubs against my G-spot, and with every pull, I feel like the air is leaving my chest from the loss of him.
He speeds up, and it becomes too much.
I feel the fire burning inside of me, and every time he leaves me, it’s like a match flicking the flame once more when he enters again.
I can’t take it anymore, and I brace myself by wrapping my arms and legs around him, holding me tightly as I start to push down as he thrusts in. His groan only fuels me more, and I speed up my motions, like I’m running a race and I see the finish line in my sight. It’s so close that I can taste it.
“Stacey!” Wes grunts, and as he pushes hard against me, I crumple in his arms and spasm against his cock as he finds his own release.
It’s magic. It’s beautiful. It’s amazing because it’s us. Two kids who have finally figured out we were pushed together for a reason and two adults who simply can’t fight it anymore.
Chapter Fifteen
“Come with me today?” I hear Wes say as he leans against the doorframe to my bedroom.
He looks different today. A wry smile graces his face while he smiles at me with a peculiar crinkle of his eye. This one look melts my heart and ignites by body because last night was more amazing than I’d ever imagined it would be.
“Where to?” I ask as I place my textbook on the bed and get up because it really doesn’t matter where he says we’re going. Today, I’ll be going with him, no matter what.
“I have my internship, and I’d like to share the experience with you. Plus, it will be fun to introduce you to everyone.”
I smile big, knowing his volunteering means a lot to him so the fact that he wants to bring me along and be involved in his world makes what we did last night even more special.
I slip on my shoes and grab a jacket. “Let’s go.”
He leans in and gives me a quick kiss before turning around and smacking my ass. I laugh, not at his antics, but because he’s still acting like the old Wes.
We take his car because according to him, my vehicle is a death trap.
“Why do you drive that heap of junk?” he asks as we drive to the nursing home.
“I have better things to spend my money on than a fancy new car.” I nod toward the Mustang we’re traveling in.
“It was cheaper than you think and runs a lot cleaner than yours. You know, for a girl who cares about the environment, your car is a rolling pollutant.”
I groan because I know he’s right. “A hybrid is too expensive. Plus, there are incentives to driving my old car. For one, it’s better to keep it moving than for it to take up room in a junkyard. Even if were scrapped for parts, it wouldn’t be completely recycled. If I could figure out how to convert it to a hybrid engine, now, that would be perfect.”
He takes my hand and kisses the top of it. “Maybe I can help with that?”
“Really?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“It could be fun.”
When we arrive at the senior home, he holds the door open for me as we enter. He introduces me to the staff, who all seem surprised to see he brought a girl with him. As he reaches for his name tag, he grabs a blank sticky one and bends down to write Wesley’s Girl across it with a black Sharpie.
As he places it over my right breast, I give him a sideways glance. “I do have a name,” I teasingly remind him.
“I know, but believe me, the women in here are going to love this. I’ve been coming here a long time, and they always tease me about being single. This will make their day. Or break their hearts.” He winks as he turns to lead me down the hall with his hand in mine.
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��s nice to not have to worry about being seen here. Knowing that nothing will ever get back to Chad or our friends adds a freeing feeling to our little excursion for the day.
“Edna, should you be out here without your cane?” he asks of a woman sitting on the couch as we make our way into a living area.
I glance around and enjoy the homey feeling this place radiates. Though residents have their own apartments, there is a common area that resembles a living room more than a nursing home.
In the center of the room is a large television with couches all around in a U-shape. With a decorative wood table in the center, it looks like a great place to either sit and chat or relax and watch TV.
Edna reaches for Wes’s hand. “Nope. I knew you’d be here soon and that you’d be happy to stand in as my guide, so I don’t have to use the silly thing.”
Wes’s face lights up as he helps the woman to her feet. “Edna, I’d like to introduce you to—”
Edna jokingly slaps his arm, cutting him off. “Are you cheating on me, mister, with this beautiful young girl?”
Wes leans in to whisper in her ear, “I totally am, but she didn’t know about you, so now, you really got me in trouble. Don’t you remember? You were always the mistress, so you were supposed to keep us quiet.”
Edna laughs before turning to me. “You got yourself quite the charmer here. Glad to see he’s finally got his head out of his ass.”
“Edna!” Wes fake admonishes. “Language.”
Edna waves him off. “Don’t act like you aren’t saying ten times worse when you’re playing on that team of yours.” She reaches her hand out to me. “It’s nice to meet you, sweetheart.”
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Stacey.” I point to my name tag. “I mean, I do have a real name,” I joke.
“Honey, if I were you, I’d ditch the real name and go with that one from now on,” she states matter-of-factly. “Now, are we playing some Scrabble today?”
Wes glances my direction, and I smile brightly. I’ve always loved the game even though he and my brother used to tease me about playing it, saying only nerds wanted to play a game that involved spelling.
I keep my mouth shut on that part, but Wes doesn’t bother. “I happen to know, Stacey here is a big-time Scrabble player. You might have met your match with this one.”
“Ah.” Edna nods her head like everything makes sense now. “That’s really why she’s here, huh? You’re tired of me winning every time we play.”
Wes lets out a belly laugh. “Come on. Let’s go to the den.”
With Edna on his arm, Wes guides us to a den in the back of the building. The atmosphere is different in here but still welcoming. Where floral couches and bright colors were the theme in the living area, here feels like a distinguished man’s study. On one side of the room, the wall is lined with hundreds of books while the other side has a dark wood wainscoting that gives it a dignified feel.
Filling the room are tables, which match the dark wood of the walls and are covered in cheeseboards, cards, and one for Scrabble.
Wes pulls out a chair for Edna before coming to my side and doing the same for me.
“Such a gentleman,” I say with a smile.
“And don’t ever allow him not to be, you hear me,” Edna says, pointing at me. “A man should always treat a woman with respect, and helping her with her chair or opening a door is always step one.”
“Yes, and step two is never leaving a room without a kiss,” Wes says, and my heart instantly melts.
“See, I’ve taught him well.” Edna smiles proudly as she flips over the Scrabble tiles.
We play some wicked games of Scrabble with Edna kicking our butts every time. I thought I’d have an advantage from the Words with Friends app I play on sometimes, but it is nothing compared to her vast knowledge of the English language and years of playing.
After Scrabble, Wes takes my hand and leads me down to a small room at the end of a hallway, where we enter a man’s room.
“Ron, I’d like for you to meet Stacey,” Wes says, surprising me by saying my real name and not joking about my name tag.
Ron turns his head in our direction with the same surprised expression written across it. “Stacey? You mean, Chad’s little sister, Stacey?”
Wes glances my direction while running his fingers through mine and holding my hand. “This is her.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Ron stands up to come greet me. “I’ve heard a lot about you, little lady.”
We shake hands as I look at Wes in question. “You have?”
He grabs Wes’s arm, giving it a quick tug. “I know this fellow more than anyone in this place. His grandma and I were quite the couple.” He raises his brows, and I have to stifle a laugh at how cute he looks, talking about Wes’s grandma.
“Yes, they were,” Wes validates. “And my grandma tended to have a bigger mouth than she should have.”
“Nope. You tell the one you love everything.” He leans in. “And the best parts are about other people,” he says with a chuckle to his voice. “Now, come in. Let me meet the girl I’ve heard so much about now that this one finally got off his butt and did something about those feelings of his.” He thumbs over to Wes, who, to my surprise, isn’t embarrassed or mad that Ron is spilling his guts about how Wes has felt about me all this time.
We sit down, and Ron instantly says, “I know his grandma is smiling down on him right now. She always hoped you’d be the one he ended up with. I heard your family has done a lot for this boy, and she was very grateful that they stepped in when she couldn’t.”
I smile brightly in Wes’s direction as he takes my hand again.
We spend a good part of the afternoon with Ron. Hearing the two of them joke with each other and tell me story after story fills my heart with so much joy. Now, I totally understand why Wes volunteers here. He could have just come out and explained why to everyone, but that would have taken this special moment away. It’s something that’s only his—his family here—and now, he’s sharing it with me.
Ron looks at his watch and then pats either side of the recliner he’s sitting in. “Well, it’s time for me to get ready. I don’t want to be late.”
“Sure, we’ll get out of here. Thanks for letting us visit,” Wes says as we all stand.
“Are you kidding me? It was my pleasure to finally meet you, Stacey.” He leans in to give me a hug.
“It was really nice meeting you too,” I respond.
“Now, you guys are staying for the special event, right?” he asks.
“Yep, we’ll see you there,” Wes replies as we make our way out the door.
Once we’re out in the hallway, I turn to Wes. “What’s so special?”
Wes leans in to whisper in my ear. “It’s dance night.” Then, he places a kiss on my cheek.
“They have dances here? That’s so sweet. I bet they’re fun.”
“They are. And you’re about to find out firsthand.” He tugs on my hand and walks me back into the leisure room.
We spend the next hour changing the room around into a dance club of sorts, only from the ’50s era instead of what they look like today. After we push all the tables out of the way, we cover them in red tablecloths with a vase full of white roses on each table. We hang decorations and blow up balloons to float around the room. With punch and cookies set up on the side tables, it reminds me of a movie set from a prom in the ’50s.
Edna is the first I recognize to enter. She’s changed into a pair of slacks and a long blouse, and she’s now wearing bright red lipstick with oversize coral earrings.
“You look beautiful, Edna,” Wes says, and I agree.
Ron and the others stroll in after her. Everyone looks like they’re dressed for church, and they all have smiles on their faces.
Wes turns to me and says, “Dance with me?”
I glance around the room, questioning if this is normal or not. No one is dancing yet, so I give him a questioning expression.
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a nudges my arm. “Never turn down a man who’s offering to dance.” She winks before staring googly-eyed up at Wes.
I place my fingers in his as he swings me around to the center of the room as “My Way” by Frank Sinatra provides us the slow rhythm to move to.
We dance face-to-face, him with one hand behind my back and the other holding my arm out to the right. He twirls me around the room like no one ever has before.
I can’t hide the smile on my face when I ask, “How’d you learn to dance?”
He stands taller. “My grandma always told me a man should be able to lead his woman around the dance floor, so she made sure that I would be able to do so.”
“She taught you well.”
“I needed a good influence in my life. Between her and your parents and Chad, it’s the only way I didn’t become a complete screwup. Man, your brother has kept me from making some stupid decisions in my life.”
“You really care about my brother, don’t you?”
“He’s my best friend. You can’t replace that.”
My heart soars at how tenderly he talks of their friendship. Most people find family to be the most important thing, but Wes doesn’t have that. He had to find that connection elsewhere.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he pulls me closer.
Looking up into his eyes, I say, “My family is your family.”
He twists his mouth. “That complicates things.”
I shake my head and disagree, “No, it makes things simpler.”
His mouth lowers and brushes tenderly across my lips. I tug on the back of his neck when someone taps on my shoulder.
“Mind if I cut in?” Edna asks, kind of pushing me away a little. “You get to go home with him. Least you can do is let an old lady have something to dream about when she goes to bed tonight.”
I giggle as I relinquish my date to Edna and then walk over to Ron. “Would you like to dance?”
He doesn’t think twice as he puts down his cup of punch and takes my hand.
For the next hour, Wes and I dance with many people. We laugh, smile, and have the best time. When it’s time to go, I walk out with a happy heart, thrilled that he asked me to come with him today.
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