by Becca Steele
“Hi.” His voice came down the line, all low and husky as if he was trying not to be overheard. My body’s reaction was instant, and I frowned. I’d spent years loving Weston in secret, used to not acting on my feelings, and this sudden desire was so unexpected.
“Hi.” I aimed for casual, but I was pretty sure that I didn’t convince either of us. “What’s up?”
He sighed into the phone. “You said I’ve been distancing myself.”
“Yeah, because you have.” Stepping away from the computer, I swiped my car keys from the desk and left my bedroom.
“I know,” he eventually admitted, after a moment’s silence. “It’s…complicated.”
“Talk to me. Please, West.” Padding up the stairs to the upper floor, I pulled my phone away from my ear to check the time. I hadn’t slept yet, having spent half the night inside Martin Smith’s apartment building, but I was running high on adrenaline right now.
“Fuck, Lena. It’s— It’s… A lot of it is to do with your brother. He’s my best friend.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” I snapped, then bit my lip. “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.”
Another sigh. “Look, he asked if there was anything going on between us, and I lied to his face and said there wasn’t. I can’t lie to my best mate. It kills me.”
“We need to talk. In person.” I hit the button on my car key to unlock the door, then slid behind the wheel.
“I know we do,” he admitted, and that was all I needed to hear. Without a reply, I hung up the phone and directed my car towards his house.
Once I’d arrived, I parked off to the side of the house and used the key I’d had cut recently to let myself in. It was more than likely that everyone was asleep by now—everyone other than Weston, hopefully. I needed to talk to him, to work out what was going on in his head. He’d find it much more difficult to avoid me in person, I’d make sure of it.
My first stop was the computer room, but the door was locked and there was no sound from inside. I didn’t know the pin code, so instead, I turned around and headed up the stairs.
Straight for Weston’s bedroom.
TWENTY-FIVE
Stepping out of the shower, I roughly ran the towel over my hair before wrapping it around my waist. The bathroom was steamy, too hot, almost, and I was glad to escape into my slightly cooler bedroom. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I heard the unmistakable quiet click of my bedroom door opening.
What the fuck?
Who was sneaking into my room at this time of night?
The dim bedside lamp illuminated my answer. Her gaze flared with heat at the sight of me standing in nothing but a towel, water droplets still beading on my skin. It wasn’t like I was expecting visitors. Her eyes licked a fiery trail over my body, and I flexed my muscles, earning me a small eye roll that couldn’t dampen her heated gaze.
Since Lena was taking in every inch of my body, I returned the favour. I took my time running my gaze over her tight black leather-looking trousers that clung to her long legs, over her fitted black top, and up to her hair that spilled over her shoulders. Stopping on her face, I took in the curve of her lips and her darkening eyes as we stared at one another silently. When her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge that was obvious behind the material of my towel and she licked her lips, I’d had enough.
“Come here.”
“Wait.” She blinked a few times. “Let me…uh. I’m going to stay right here until we’ve talked.”
“You want to talk?”
Her mouth twisted, but she nodded, lowering herself to the floor where she leaned her back against the wall.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked cautiously, not really liking the look on her face.
She chewed on her lip for a moment, and then her eyes met mine. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me.”
“It’s…complicated,” I offered, adjusting my towel. Crossing to my bed, I lay on top of the sheets on my side, facing her. May as well get comfortable if we were having this conversation.
“Then simplify it. What’s the problem? I’m not interested in playing games.” Her voice was hard, but her eyes…fuck, the vulnerability in them killed me.
“Your brother is my best friend. He’s been there for me all my life, but particularly after my mum died and Cade shut himself away from me. I felt like I’d lost my brother, but Cass stepped in and…he’s my closest friend, y’know?”
“I know that.”
“Yeah, so I don’t wanna hurt him. He’s worried about you, and he more or less warned me off you.”
She narrowed her eyes, unhappy. “He doesn’t get a say in my life. He’s got no right to make decisions for me. I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake.”
“He’s just trying to look out for you.” I beckoned her over to me, and this time she came, standing in one graceful movement. My head was reminding me that I’d literally just told her that I was worried about Cassius, but I wanted her. So fucking much.
But even without the issue of Cassius, I needed to take care.
I moved to the far side of the bed, allowing her plenty of space, and after a second’s hesitation, she kicked off her boots and lay next to me, rolling to her side so we were facing each other.
“Is that the only problem?” She inched closer, placing her hand on my arm. A small smile curved across her lips as my breath caught in my throat.
She knew that the other reason I wanted to take things slowly was because of everything she’d been through, so I didn’t reply. In fact, I did the most stupid thing I could’ve done.
I kissed her.
It turned out that it was easy enough to silence my doubts when the girl I wanted was right there in front of me.
Her lips parted for me instantly, her hand sliding up my arm to cup the back of my neck as I deepened the kiss. I dragged her closer, palming her ass, and she moaned low in her throat. “Is this okay?” My mouth disconnected from hers, and I placed kisses down her throat, my body pressing into hers.
I caught the moment she stiffened, and I immediately pulled back. She stared up at me. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”
“It’s okay.” Gripping her tightly, I rolled us both so she was on top of me and held her lightly until she relaxed again. After a minute she sat up, her body weight resting on my stomach. Then she wriggled backwards, and I couldn’t stop the groan that came from my throat.
“Fuck, yes.”
She rolled her hips against my hardness. “I think I like this view.” All I could do was watch, my eyes tracking her every movement, my dick throbbing as she ran her palms down over my chest, pausing to trace the outline of my Roman numerals IV tattoo, down my abs, then onto her own body.
“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” Her tone was low and throaty.
“What?” I asked, dazed.
A slow smile appeared on her lips as she dragged her top up over her body.
Oh, fuck.
She didn’t have a bra on, and as her firm, high tits came into view, it took every single shred of self-control I possessed not to reach up and drag her down, rip off her trousers, and bury myself inside her. My fists clenched and unclenched. Just a touch. My hands came up to her sides, stroking across her smooth skin.
“You feel so good, Lena.”
“I’m going to feel a whole lot better soon,” she promised me, and all I could do was stare at her.
“I wasn’t expecting this.”
She gave me a look that was almost pitying. “Oh, Weston. Just because I never found anyone that I was interested in doing this with before—” Yeah, no fucking pressure. “—doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her words faltered for a minute, before her confidence returned. “We both want this, and I know you’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“I like it all,” I said hoarsely, and she laughed.
“I think you’ll like it better in a minute.” Lifting her body off me for a moment, she shimmied
out of her leggings at my side, then took a moment to take me in, lying there ready for her. Reaching out her hand, she ran it over the top of my towel, over my cock.
“Lena, fuck.” My cock jerked under her hand.
Releasing me, she laid her body across mine, burying her face in my shoulder, all her silky-smooth skin against me.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered.
“Please.”
I didn’t need to hear any more. This girl was mine. And I was going to make her mine in every sense of the word. Running my hands down her back, I captured her lips in a kiss that started off slow but dialled up to a hundred in the space of about five seconds. “West, please,” she whimpered, rocking her hips against me as my hands slid over every inch of her skin. Her hand went between us, tugging at my towel.
I managed to regain enough brain function to still her hand. “Wait.”
Her head came up, and she stared at me, confused.
“Do you trust me?” I held her gaze, waiting until she nodded. “Lie down on your back.”
She immediately obeyed, and I took a moment to appreciate the thought that the headstrong, wilful Lena was so willing to comply with me in my bed.
“Remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will.”
Splayed out below me, her pink hair all tousled and her body flushed, she was beautiful. Ignoring my aching dick was easier than I expected when my full focus was on her pleasure. I wanted to make her moan and cry for me, to fall apart under my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, holding myself over her, using my arms to keep my body weight off her. Pushing her hair back from her face, I placed a kiss to her temple, then kissed down the side of her face, pausing at her jaw. I hovered over her mouth, and her lips parted on a sigh as I closed the distance, teasing her bottom lip lightly with my teeth before releasing it. She huffed as I moved out of reach of her mouth, and I laughed against her before kissing the hollow of her throat.
“Good?” I adjusted my position, my mouth moving down to her collarbone while my hand went to her breast, circling around her nipple but not touching it.
“Torturer,” she moaned, arching upwards, trying to push against my hand.
Lifting my head, I took in her dilated pupils as she watched everything I was doing with wide eyes. “Hmm…do you like this?” I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, tugging it between my teeth, then swirling my tongue around it.
“Ohhhh…” was the only noise that came from her, her back arching off the bed, and I moved to her other breast, teasing and touching her with my hand and mouth until she was panting beneath me.
Shifting again on the bed, I moved lower, down her smooth stomach, dropping kisses while my hand ran over her sides and down over her legs. When I reached her underwear, I stopped, glancing up at her to make sure she was okay. Other than her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, she remained still, waiting to see what I was going to do next.
I didn’t keep her waiting long.
I took the band of her underwear between my teeth and tugged it down.
A shocked gasp escaped her, but she caught on quickly, lifting her hips so I could use my teeth to slide the fabric free from her body. When she was completely bare, she instinctively tried to close her legs, but I kept her thighs apart as I met her eyes again.
“Legs wider,” I instructed, running my hands over her thighs, reassuring her with my actions. She let me manoeuvre her into position, and then I lowered my head.
A tiny moan fell from her lips as I blew across her pussy, so fucking wet that I wanted to slide my dick in more than anything I’d ever wanted before. But that could wait. Nothing else was happening until she’d come for me.
I dragged my tongue through her wetness, and she arched off the bed with a cry.
Reaching up, I placed a finger to my lips, and she sighed against me, staring down at me with darkened eyes. I doubted the others would hear us since I had a bathroom between my room and the next, but better to be on the safe side.
Dipping my head again, I licked her, taking my time, and when she was writhing below me, I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Fucking fuck, Weston!” Her cry tore from her throat, and I brought my fingers up, pumping in and out of her soaked pussy while I licked and sucked at her clit. Her thigh stiffened under my hand, and I increased the pressure until she shuddered around me, clamping down on my head with her thighs. Withdrawing my fingers, I licked her slowly until her hands came down to tug at my hair.
Her body trembled under me, and I released my grip on her thighs. “Enough. I can’t…it’s too sensitive.” Her voice was completely breathless, and when I met her eyes, she had a glazed, blissed-out look in them.
I’d done that.
Making Lena Drummond fall apart might just be my new favourite thing.
TWENTY-SIX
My brain eventually came back online, and I became aware of Weston, now lying next to me, his head on the pillow as he lazily traced his fingers up and down my arm. I turned my head. “Hi.”
He smiled, all slow and satisfied, and I couldn’t even muster up a glare at his smugness. He had every right to be satisfied after what he’d done to me.
“Okay. First of all, we’re doing that again.”
His smile widened at my words, and he moved incrementally closer. “That can be arranged.”
“Second of all.” I closed the last bit of space between us and spoke against his lips. “We’re doing that again.” Then I kissed his grinning face, because I couldn’t resist him. His smile curved against my mouth before he kissed me back, pulling me on top of him.
“Do you think you’re ready for more?” His voice was low and sexy as fuck, and as he spoke, he gripped my ass, pressing me against his hard cock.
“Why do you still have this on?” Sitting up, I stared pointedly down at his towel, riding low on his hips, or more accurately, the prominent outline of his dick. Without waiting for a reply, I gripped the fabric and tugged it away from him, allowing his hardness to spring free. He made a kind of growling sound that made me shiver, as he tracked my movements through darkened eyes.
Lowering myself back on top of him, I hesitated for a moment. His hands came to my hips.
“Do you want to lie on your back?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want there to be any chance of me freaking out, not when I was finally about to get Weston Cavendish. I’d never thought I’d be here in this place, with his strong, tattooed body under mine, his hands on me, wanting me. Whatever reservations he’d had were long gone, and I wanted this. Him. So, so much.
Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he pulled me down to him. “Kiss me.” I lost myself in his kisses, his touch, the feel of his body against mine. His hand snaked down between us. “So fucking wet for me.” His breath was hot and heavy against my ear. “Are you ready for my cock now?”
“Yes.”
Pulling me up so he could meet my eyes, he stared at me for a minute, more serious than I’d ever seen him. “This is your first time, right?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “There was never anyone else that caught my interest. No one other than you.”
Fuck. Why was I telling him this? Was he about to run for the hills?
His eyes flashed with a kind of possessive pleasure, sending bolts of lust straight to my core. “Are you on the pill?”
I nodded. I had been for a couple of years now as a way to regulate my cycle.
“Okay.” He swallowed hard, watching me through lowered lids. “I…I’ve been tested, and I’m all good. I want—” Pausing again, he licked his lips, his hand coming up to cup my face. He stroked his thumb across my cheekbone as he continued. “I want to give you one of my firsts, too.”
“What do you mean?” I hardly dared to breathe.
“I want you with nothing between us. No condom.”
A whimper fell from my lips, and I buried my face in his shoulder, my he
art racing. “I want that, too.” I hoped he understood the garbled words I mumbled against his skin. Was it silly to feel so overcome? It felt like he was giving me a gift. It felt like it meant something to him. Something more than just sex. Or maybe that was just me projecting.
But his words lit me up inside.
“Good.” His voice was soft, and the slight tremor I heard reassured me even further. Lifting my head, I kissed him before sitting up. He ran his hands down my thighs. “There should be a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer. It’ll make things easier for you.”
When I had it in hand, I looked down at him, unsure for a minute. He smiled. “Want me to—”
“I think I can work out what to do with this.” I warmed the lube in my hands, then reached down to his cock. Wrapping both my hands around him, I stroked him up and down in a twisting motion.
“Fuck…” he groaned, his head falling back as he thrust his hips upwards. “Where did…fuck…where did you learn all this?”
“There’s an amazing invention called Google.”
He laughed, before groaning again as I palmed the head of his dick, the precum combining with the lube, all hot and slick in my grip.
“I should do myself, too, right?” Coating my fingers in more of the slippery lube, I reached down between my legs.
“Fucking hell.” Weston raised himself up on his elbows, tracking every movement of my fingers, his breath coming in short pants. “That’s…you’re so fucking hot.”
“I need you.” I was so wet and ready for him, needed him inside me.
I fucking ached for him.
Sliding forwards, I ground myself along the length of his dick. Then again. “Fuck. This feels so good,” I moaned. “West. I need…”
“I know, baby.” His hands came to my hips. “Lift up. Try to relax, okay?”
Rising up onto my knees, I let him guide me with one hand, while his other gripped his cock, lining it up. He kept up his murmured instructions, taking his time and making sure I was okay. Then his head was at my entrance, and he was pushing inside.