“You like that?” The vibrations of his words against my nipple send me into a frenzy.
My body hums with pleasure. “Uh-huh.”
“What about when I do this?” His teeth bite down on the tip of my nipple with just enough pressure to send a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh… my… Wes… I need you,” I reply as I grind against him harder, trying to get as close to him as our jeans will allow.
My nipple releases with a pop as he grabs my hips and slides me off his lap. He lifts his hand to my chest, and slowly pushes backwards until my skin meets the cool leather of the seat. Wes lifts my feet and places them on his knees to take off my boots. As I lay here, the top of my body completely exposed, I suddenly feel vulnerable as I stare into Wes’ eyes so full of adoration. He lightly pinches my puckered buds just as he skims his fingers down my stomach to the tops of my pants, leaving a quake of destruction in his path. At this moment, I know, no matter where life takes me, no one will ever compare to Wes.
“I want you to play with these while I take these off.” My eyes widen in a moment of shock. Like I’ve said before, I’m no virgin, but I’m not that experienced either. I’ve only been with one other person. He must recognize my expression because his whole demeanor changes. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I want you to feel comfortable with this, with us. I never want you to feel like we are a mistake.”
“I don’t feel like we or this is a mistake. I just don’t think I’m ready for anything like that. I’ve never done anything like touch myself before,” I reply, that last part a whisper as I send up a silent prayer that he didn’t hear me. My cheeks flame with embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Babe. Let me teach you things. Things that we can do together. Things that you’ll come to love. I can show you things beyond your wildest dreams.” Tenderly, his thumb swipes my throbbing clit through my jeans. Too soon, he stops his ministrations and begins to unbutton my jeans. My eyes roll in the back of my head when his fingers graze me from hip to ankle as he frees my legs from my wet jeans. I force my eyes open only to meet Wes’ cerulean ones. I stare back at him as I push up on my feet; my hips lift as he gradually edges my black lace panties off. We don’t need to speak. We both know what we want, what we are doing.
Wes lifts my feet off his legs and places them on the cool metal footrests beneath us. He stands and produces a silver foil packet from his pocket. I smile up at him as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. I watch his exquisite stomach muscles contract against the movement as he pulls it over his head. I lean in and grab a hold of his hips. With a featherlike touch, I trace the contours of his abs with the tip of my tongue as I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Someone’s missed me, too,” he groans out.
I pull back from his chest and watch as his fingers make quick work of his button and zipper. Instead of discarding his jeans and boxer briefs, he pulls them down right below his taut, muscular ass, and his generously, long erection springs free. My hands grasp his velvety thickness as I begin to stroke him. Wes rips open the condom packet. I place my hand on his and peer up at him. “Can I?”
He nods and hands the condom to me. My hand wraps around him tighter. His cock throbs, and the veins begin to swell under the silky skin. His hips thrust forward as I continue to work him. With his eyes trained on mine, he reaches out and grazes the backs of his knuckles along my jaw, and hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, Kenleigh. Shit.”
I take my time rolling the condom on him. Once in place, he bends down and seizes my lips. My arms go around his neck as I pull him down on top of me. Instead of gliding inside my slick, awaiting passage, he thrusts his hips forward. I gasp from the sensation as the head of his shaft skims over my pulsating clit. Instantly, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. We pant between our kisses; my hips lift and meet him thrust for thrust. “Wes… please… please… I need you,” I say breathlessly.
“Are you wet for me, Baby?”
“So wet.” My breath comes out in spurts as need blinds me. My lips nip, suck, and taste their way up and down his neck as his fingers find their way to my entrance.
“Hmm… You are.” He sucks on the sensitive skin behind my ear, grabs my hand, and pulls me up into a sitting position. “I want you to lie down on your stomach.” He stands and gets off the four-wheeler. I would ask what the hell he’s doing, and why the hell he stopped, but right now, I’m so on the edge of combustion that I’d do just about anything he told me.
I lean forward, laying my head on the seat. My stomach rests on the warm leather. My head lies near the rack on the back of the ATV while my feet hang freely near the front tires. The subtle vibration from the purring of the engine awakens my body in more ways than one. Just as my eyes start to flutter close, Wes asks near my ear, “Do you feel it?”
“Mmm-hmm…” I answer in a state of arousal.
My eyes spring open as the engine roars louder this time, and the vibration in the seat hits my aching clit with a vengeance. “What about now?”
“Fuck,” I moan out. The sensation is too intense to ignore.
Wes taps my ass and instructs me to lift up on my feet. I do as I’m told. My ass lifts up high in the air, and I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do now bared to him. As Wes stands behind me, the feel of his body leaning over mine drowns out everything else. I don’t notice that the hum of the engine is now silent. I don’t notice the ruffle of the leaves hanging above us as a breeze sweeps through. Hell, I don’t notice when he grabs hold of my hips and pulls me down to sit on top of him. My legs hang over his powerful, strong, masculine thighs. Unhurriedly, he lowers me down on his awaiting arousal. “Fuck, Baby,” he breathes out. “You feel so fucking good. Nice and tight.” His words make my breath catch as he fills me completely full of him. “You feel that. You feel me in you?” he asks, guiding me slowly up and down his cock.
“Shit. You’re so... I’m so… Ohhh…” I breathe out through gasps of air as he increases his speed.
With a firm grip on my hips, and his husky tone in my ear mixed with our labored breaths, I feel myself starting to come undone. “Lean forward, Baby, and grab hold of the seat.” One hand leaves my hip only to press into the middle of my back. With a gentle ease, Wes pushes me forward, and my fingers curl around the edges to ensure my hold. He still thrusts into me with leisurely-paced strokes. “Can you feel me deep inside you, Kenleigh? Can you feel what I’m doing to you?”
“Yes.” My answer comes out as a whimper. He feels so good inside me, reaching places that I never knew possible.
Goosebumps appear, spreading all over my body, when Wes leans over me. My back arches as he trails kisses down from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. “I’m marking you, making you mine in more ways than one. Your body will crave my touch, my mouth, my caresses. Your ears will hunger for my whispered commands. I will become what you desire, only me—all me,” he murmurs between kisses against my skin as his thrusts pick up speed.
“WES!” I scream from the intensity of it all. From the feel of the vibration of his mouth against my body, to the feel of his large, pulsating cock inside me, to the words that he speaks that I know will come true. Sensations that I’ve never felt before send my body spiraling out of control.
“That’s right, Kenleigh. I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard that when I’m done with you, stars will be the only thing you’ll be fucking seeing for a while, Baby.” The gravelly tone in his whispers makes me tighten my grip on the seat. A blinding light bursts behind my closed eyelids as he continues his relentless thrusts, sending me into orgasmic bliss. I’m faintly aware of his body stiffening above me. I know that he’s close. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly have another orgasm, Wes thrusts harder and deeper than before a few more times, proving me wrong. We both collapse onto the seat below as we cry out our ecstasy together. With my eyes shut, the drumming of my own heartbeat drowns out the sounds around me. I can feel Wes’ erratic heart rat
e beating against my back. As we lay here, covered in sweat and mud, I can’t help but think I am so screwed. I know without a doubt I’m done for. He’s right; I will never be able to find someone like him. Lost in my own daze, I’m brought out of it when Wes kisses my ear and whispers, “You are so damn amazing and beautiful.”
“Mmm… You are too,” I reply in a dreamlike state.
He laughs a hot, sexy, sultry laugh. “You think I’m amazing and beautiful?”
“Amazing? Absolutely. Beautiful? Not so much. But you are definitely hot, sexy, and mouth-watering,” I add, looking up at him through the corners of my eyes. A smile ignites his face from my compliments. “Are you speechless, Mr. Adams?”
“Yes, Miss Briggs, I think I am,” he says, kissing my cheek. “But I think we should definitely get some clothes on before someone comes looking for us.”
Suddenly, I’m aware of the fact that I am very much naked in the middle of the woods. I peer out the corners of my eyes, scanning the wilderness around me. How could I forget that we are out in the open in broad daylight? “Oh my God. Did we really just do that?” I ask, trying frantically to sit up and get dressed. To no avail, I have to wait for Wes to get off me. He lifts up and slides out of me, leaving me feeling empty. The humid air attacks my already heated skin as I hop off the four-wheeler.
“It’s okay, Babe. No one’s around. Do you think I would have them let them see my girl like that?” He pulls the condom off, ties it in a knot, and slips it in the compartment under the seat.
“Well, no. At least I hope not,” I reply, hastily pulling on my clothes.
The wetness of my shirt makes it difficult to put it back on, causing me to struggle a little. With that task finally completed, Wes cradles my face in both of his strong hands just as I reach for my jeans. “Listen to me. Calm down.” His tone is soft and soothing. I take a deep breath, doing exactly as he says. “Better?” I nod my head. “I want you to know that I meant every word I said. I wasn’t just caught up in the moment. I won’t share you with anyone, and I wouldn’t expect you to share me, either.”
I lift my hands, placing them over his, my thumbs caressing the backs of his knuckles. “Good. I was never really good at sharing anyway.”
“Me either,” he adds, pulling me into a long, slow, wistful kiss.
After we get dressed, it takes me a while to readjust to the vibrations of the four-wheeler beneath me. I force my mind to concentrate on something, anything, other than the sensations that I now know the ATV can help induce. A wide smile splays across my face as I think back to what Wes did to me, to my body. I never knew sex could be like that. Rough, dominating, erotic—and I loved it. My mind focuses on the fact that we both admitted to each other that we are not willing to share. He is mine, and I am his.
I tighten my arms around Wes’ waist, squeezing him to me. My head leans against his back as we pull up to where everyone is congregating. ATVs and dirt bikes are scattered around a pond. In one corner, wood burns and smoke wafts in the wind where someone has started a fire. Jeeps and trucks are parked along the wood line, some with the windows down while others have the doors open. The sound of Don’t Ya by Brett Eldredge blares from one of the vehicles. Familiar faces are amongst some of the people I see: Sarah, Jackie, Liam, Reid, and that one blonde chick who hit on Wes that night at the bonfire.
“You wanna drink, Babe?” Wes asks, pulling me back to the present.
“Please.” I smile up at him, dropping my arms from around his waist.
As I climb off the four-wheeler and turn to walk away, my arm is suddenly grabbed from behind, and I’m spinning my way back into Wes’ arms. “Aren’t you gonna come with me?” he asks with a self-assured smile.
I return his smile with one of my own. “I already did. Twice.” I cock my eyebrow, emphasizing my point.
He throws his head back and laughs. “Good point.” He wraps his arms around my waist and locks me in between his legs. Without hesitation, I grab his face, tilting it forward before I capture his lips with mine. Locked in his embrace, I kiss him tenderly. Catcalls and whistles ring out around us. My lips pull up in a grin as he chuckles. “Looks like the cat is out the bag.”
“I guess so,” I whisper against his lips, kissing him one more time. When I pull back, my face heats from a blush as I see just about everybody staring at us. All the guys have shit eating grins on their faces, while more than half the girls scowl and shoot deadly glares in my direction. Jackie is one of them. I’m not sure why. I mean, I can derive a conclusion, but I don’t want to assume anything. Sarah seems to be the only girl smiling at me. I turn to look back at this amazing man who wants me, plain ol’ me. “I’m gonna go say hi to Sarah.”
“All right. What do you want to drink?” Wes squeezes me one last time as I step out of his embrace.
“Water.”
Soft mud sloshes beneath my feet as I walk around the pond to where Sarah is sitting in a chair. Her blonde bob is pulled back into a half ponytail emphasizing the almond shaped, green eyes that sit perfectly on her face. When she smiles at my approach, her high cheekbones raise even higher. She tugs an empty chair over next to her.
“Hey,” I say as I walk up.
“What’s goin’ on?” Her eyebrows rise as she cocks her head at the chair.
I take a seat and lean back into the rough, polyester material. “Not much.”
She notices that I avoid answering what she really wants to know. I would not mind sharing with Sarah, but I don’t feel like sharing what’s going on between Wes and me just yet. “So, how’s camp going so far?” She asks.
“Good. Bailey was a little, um… closed off at first, but I think she’s starting to come around.”
“She suffers with depression, right?”
“Yeah, that’s her.”
“I remember Mrs. Sandy saying how her brother died in a car accident. Poor girl.” Sarah shakes her head and looks away. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost one of my brothers.”
“How’s Isabel?” I ask.
Isabel is Sarah’s kid for the duration of camp. We were given a summary of each of our kids the day camp started, and Isabel has Asperger’s Syndrome. At the mention of Isabel’s name, her face lights up. “She is such a sweet girl. It’s hard for her to focus most of the time, but when she does, it’s like she draws everyone into her. Like a ray of light that you can’t help but gravitate toward.”
“How old is she?”
“Eight.” Sarah unscrews the lid of her water bottle and takes a drink. “At first, it was a little difficult because she is so used to her routines at home. But when I explained that we could make a brand new routine here just for her, she was open to giving it a shot, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more,” she says, dropping her water bottle into the built-in cup holder. “So you and Wes, huh?”
And… there it is. At least she gave me a few minutes before asking what I’m sure everyone wants to know. A smile creeps onto my face at the mention of his name. I look up to search for him. My smile broadens when I catch him walking in my direction with a bottle of water in his hands, his eyes locked on mine. A blush takes over my face. I break our gaze, my smile huge, and my face heated as I turn to look at Sarah. “Yeah.” I don’t know if I should really talk about it. By the stares that I caught from some of the other girls, our budding relationship isn’t really welcome. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Jackie. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under right now. She’s leaned up against someone’s Jeep, her arms crossed over her chest with a pissed as hell look on her face.
“I know it may not seem like anyone else, meaning the girls, is happy about it, but I’m happy for you.” Sarah looks around with a disappointed look on her face, before she turns to me. “Liam and I have known Wes for a few years, and this is the first time I have ever seen him kiss someone in public.” Smiling, she adds, “He’s a good guy, you know.”
“I do. I didn’t plan on coming out here this summer and finding someone,
but I’m glad I did.”
“Just remember, even good people make mistakes and have their downfalls.” Her tone is serious, and with her sudden change in demeanor, I don’t really feel welcome by her anymore, either.
I don’t know what to say, so I just nod. I’m not sure what she means. I know, better than anyone, that no one is perfect. I came out here today hoping to have fun. Between the stares from most of the girls standing around, and now, the uncomfortable silence between Sarah and me, I decide ‘fuck it’. I look over at Sarah, feeling defeated. “I’ll see you later, okay. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”
“I’m sorry, Kenleigh. Please, don’t leave.” She places her hand on my arm.
“It’s fine.”
“No. No, it’s not.” Sarah shakes her head, looks down for a second, and then back up at me. “I’m not sure what you’ve heard about Wes, but just keep in mind what I said if you do hear something about him.”
“What are you getting at, Sarah? Is he married or dating someone or something?” I ask, slightly irritated.
She chuckles, shaking her head. “No, nothing like that. I want to tell you, I do, but it’s not my story to tell. You’re a nice, genuine girl, and honestly, I think you’re good for him. So please, don’t think that I’m against you. If anything,” she looks around at all the other girls before continuing, “I’m probably the only one rooting for the two of you.”
I go to speak but don’t have the chance. Wes walks up, wraps an arm around me, lifts me in the air, and takes my seat before sitting me on his lap. He hands me the bottle of water before he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. His other hand sits comfortably on my thigh, gently stroking it up and down. “What’s goin’ on, ladies?” Wes asks.
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