He stands before me, eyes full of hunger as he looks me over. I’m still panting, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Wes leans forward, precum pooling on the tip of his cock, and slips his arms around me. I think he’s going to pull me to him and kiss me, but instead, he flips me over and grabs my ass, bringing his cock to it.
Breathing hard, I push myself up, looking behind me at this beast of a man. He has one hand on his cock, face set, and slips his free hand down between my thighs, spreading my wetness along my opening. His finger sweeps over my clit, sending another jolt through me.
Guiding his cock to me, he slowly pushes into my pussy. Taking a hold of my hips, he thrusts in hard, pulling back until only the tip remains. He pauses, leaving me waiting with bated breath to feel him fill me, every single inch of me, again. Pushing in slow, he teases me, and it hurts so good.
And then he lets loose, fucking me hard and fast. My eyes flutter shut, moaning loudly as I’m overcome with pleasure. Wes’s breathing quickens, and I know he’s close to coming. His fingers press into the flesh on my hips and he pitches forward, hitting me at a new angle. He slides one hand down my hip, going between my legs. He moves his fingers in circles over my sensitive clit, and my god that man is good with his hands. He’s balls deep inside of me, moments away from coming, and he’s reacting to me as if he can read my mind and knows exactly how to touch me.
My muscles tense and I feel the orgasm building inside me. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. My breath hitches and the orgasm rolls over me, coming in waves. The first feels amazing. The second knocks me senseless. I collapse down onto the mattress, pussy spasming tightly around Wes’s cock, wetness spilling onto the sheets beneath us.
Wes pulls out, hand going to his cock, pumping his dick as I fall back onto the mattress. He dives on top of me, falling between my legs, and kisses me as he enters me again. I can hardly kiss him back, and I’m not even going to attempt lifting my arms to wrap around his neck. I know I can’t.
Stars dot my vision and my ears ring. Wes buries his head against my neck, pumping in and out of me faster and faster until he lets out a guttural growl as he comes. He lowers himself to the mattress, panting.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, blinking open my eyes.
“I am incredible.” He smirks and rolls over, getting out of bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. I clean myself up and snuggle up with him. “Not to ruin the mood,” he starts. “But we didn’t use protection.”
“I don’t have anything,” I tell him. “And I’m assuming you don’t either.”
“Right. But I don’t want you to get pregnant.”
“It’s a fat chance. But we should probably use protection or pull out just to be safe.”
“I can do that.”
I could easily fall asleep right now, but I don’t want to miss a minute with Wes.
I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon wafting up the stairs. I’m still naked in Weston’s bed. My heart is still soaring as I get up, use the bathroom, and put on a robe. I brush my teeth, twist my hair into a messy bun, and go downstairs.
Wes is standing at the oven, flipping pancakes. He’s wearing just a pair of boxers and seeing that muscular man making breakfast does me in and I’m ready for round three.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling as I step into the kitchen.
Wes looks away from the stove. “Morning. Are you hungry?”
“Starving. You wore me out last night.”
He smirks. “I plan to wear you out again if you’re up for it.”
I drop my eye to his crotch. “I’m sure you’ll be.”
“Don’t tease me. The bacon might burn.”
Laughing, I cross the kitchen and go to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Wes turns down the burner and twists in my arms, taking a hold of me. He picks me up and sets me on the counter.
I rake my fingers through his messy hair, pressing my forehead to his. He steps in, fingers inching down my spine.
“Bacon,” I whisper, knowing if we start kissing, we won’t be able to stop. “Is breakfast almost ready?”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t step away, and the bacon on the cast iron skillet starts to sizzle and pop. It takes a joint effort to separate from each other. Wes goes back to the stove and I get out plates and fill two glasses with orange juice, sitting at the table and admiring him cooking.
He serves the food on the plates and brings them over to the table. We eat a few bites in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
“So,” I start, picking up my glass of orange juice. “Now what?”
“We keep eating?” Wes says, cocking an eyebrow.
“I plan to, but I meant with us.” I look down at my plate, suddenly feeling a little shy.
“Last night wasn’t a one-time thing for me,” he says with no hesitation. “I meant what I said. You fit with us, and I really like you, Scarlet. I want more.”
“Me too.” I look up and smile, resisting the urge to reach across the table and take his hand. I refuse to be one of those couples. “This means we get to change our Facebook statuses, right?”
He laughs. “I don’t have a Facebook account. Shocking, right?”
“I got rid of mine.” I wrinkle my nose. “My life isn’t that interesting.” That part is true, but another reason I took myself off social media was because I didn’t want to be easily found. Being unrecognized comes in handy when you’re conning people.
“But I do like the idea of being able to show off my hot new girlfriend.” Wes wiggles his eyebrows. “We’ll have to get T-shirts instead.”
“Ohhh, I do like obnoxious couples’ T-shirts. I’m going to get you at least a dozen T-shirts that say Property of Scarlet Cooper.”
He chuckles. “If being your property means we get to do what we did last night again, then I’m okay with it.”
“I can be a very selfish lover,” I warn. “I expect you to pleasure me at least once a day and always be enthusiastic about it.”
“I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that. In fact,” he says and stands, chair scooting out fast behind him. “I’ll pleasure you right now.”
“Here?” I ask, trying to keep the school-girl-in-love smile off my face. “At the table?”
He grabs my chair and turns me around. Tingles make their way through my body. Wes leans forward, eyes full of lust and hunger. “Yes, Scarlet,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you right here on the table.”
And, Lord have mercy, he does.
“Hey, Mom.” Wes sits up, pulling the blankets down with him. After breakfast, sex, and a shower, we got back into bed and passed out. “Yeah, I just woke up.” He pauses. “No, I’m not sick again. Just tired from working night shifts all week.”
I’m half asleep and don’t want to move, but I’m cold. I wiggle closer to Wes and he lays back down, wrapping his arm around me.
“I’ll get dressed and come get him. Is that Quinn in the background I hear? Tell her we’ll be over.” He looks at me with a smile. “And that I’m considering letting Jackson take one of the kittens.”
I sit up, eyes flying open, and nod encouragingly. The only pet I had growing up was the raccoon who lived under our stoop for a few weeks. I named him Ringo—original, I know—and fed him scraps. He started waiting for me at dusk, and it still makes me sad to think back to the evening I went outside to feed him, and he never came.
“Yeah, you too,” Wes says and ends the call. He puts his phone on the nightstand and pulls me on top of him. We’re both naked, and his cock starts getting hard against my stomach.
“Again?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “I’m gonna go back on my multiple-times thing and add in spacing it out.”
Wes laughs and kisses my neck.
“Well, maybe I can make an exception.”
“Should I be sorry?” His hands wander over my body. “You’re beautiful…and it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
I push up so I can loo
k him in the eyes. “You haven’t slept with anyone since your wife left?”
He shakes his head. “I’m still married…technically, I mean. But it felt wrong. Like I was cheating.”
I push his hair back. “You’re a good man, Weston Dawson. And she’s been gone for four years. It’s not cheating at this point.”
“It doesn’t feel like it. I don’t feel like I’m married,” he tells me. “But legally we still are.”
“Is she still on your insurance and everything?”
“No. I took her off the first time she left me. She did take a car that was in both our names.”
“What about the house?” I ask, not sure if I’m overstepping. He’s my boyfriend now, I suppose I should know some of this stuff.
“It’s in my name. I bought it before we were married.”
“That’s good.” I brush his hair back. “Do we have to go get Jackson?”
“Yeah, we should. It’s ten-thirty. I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“Ten-thirty is late?”
He laughs. “For me it is. We should—dammit.”
“What?”
He rolls off and grabs his phone. “I want to talk to Mr. Williams. He’s in his office sometimes on Saturday.”
“Is he the lawyer?”
“Yeah.”
“You go. I’ll get Jackson. You said Quinn was there? I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her a bit.”
Wes smiles, blue eyes sparkling. “I like that you two are friends.”
“Me too.”
It takes us a few minutes to untangle, and the moment we do, I miss him. “So…I’m guessing I shouldn’t give Quinn the gritty details of my night.”
Wes laughs. “I don’t think she’d appreciate it. And now I kinda get why Dean acts like such a baby about Quinn and Archer.” He shakes his head and gets out of bed. I admire his muscular ass for a moment before reaching over the bed for Wes’s T-shirt I’d been wearing. “But if you’re asking if I want to keep our relationship secret or anything…no.”
“What about Jackson?” I ask quietly, getting back into bed. I’m cold already. “Do we tell him?”
Wes shakes his head. “Honestly, I’m not sure how to go about that. There are guidelines and rules, but most of them have already been met since you already live here, and I know you get along.” He shakes his head.
“Do kids his age understand dating? He knows what it means to be married, well, kind of.”
“If I told him you were my girlfriend, he’d know it was important. He doesn’t really seem to get that Quinn and Archer aren’t married yet since they live together.” Wes shakes his head. “Sorry I don’t have a better answer.”
“Don’t be sorry. It makes me feel a little better for being clueless. In the movies, they always do things slow. Date for a while, make sure things are getting serious before the kid even meets whoever is dating their mom or dad. But like you said, Jackson already knows me.”
Wes pulls on boxers and I’m disappointed to see that gorgeous ass covered up. “As much as I like to have a plan and know what I’m doing, I think we should wing it.” He turns, smile on his face. “We kind of already function like a couple.”
“Yeah, we do.” I smile right back.
Wes dives back onto the bed, snaking his arms around me, tickling me and making me laugh. He presses his lips to mine. “But now I get to do this whenever I want.”
28
Weston
Scarlet and Jackson are back at the house by the time I’m done talking with Mr. Williams. I’m not officially divorced yet, but the process has started. And it feels so fucking good.
My heart lurches in my chest and I can’t stop smiling when I step onto the porch carrying a pizza. Jackson’s sitting on Scarlet’s lap on the couch and she’s reading him a book. His eyes are heavy, and he looks like he’ll fall asleep at any minute. They haven’t noticed me yet, and I stop to watch them through the window for another few seconds.
Jackson rests his head against Scarlet’s shoulder and she brings her hand up, running her fingers through his hair. His eyes start to flutter closed, making me almost feel bad for coming into the house and waking him up. It’s impossible to sneak in and out with our current alarm system, which is why I have it set up the way I do.
I unlock the front door and step in. Scarlet smiles the moment she sees me, and Jackson is more excited about the pizza. I set it on the coffee table and tell Jackson to go wash his hands before we dig in. The second he runs into the bathroom, I pull Scarlet into my arms.
Feeling her body against mine sends a rush through me and I can’t kiss her fast enough. She hooks her arms around my neck and leans in, lips parting. I bring my head down, lips crashing against hers. Once I start, I can’t stop. My cock jumps and I want to carry her upstairs, stripping her out of her clothes and burying my cock inside of her.
“I take it things went well with the lawyer?” Scarlet asks. Her arms are still around me and my hands are still firmly planted on her waist. Jackson will be out of the bathroom at any second, but even one more second with my lips on Scarlet’s is worth it.
“Yes,” I growl and go in for another kiss, which isn’t the smartest idea because I’m starting to get a hard-on, and now I’m thinking of how good it feels to make love to her. As if she can read my mind, she brings one hand down, sweeping it over my chest, and cups my balls.
“Jackson is pretty tired. He was up late at your parents’ last night. I think an early bedtime would actually do him some good.”
“It’ll do me good too.” I push my pelvis against her hand and she closes her eyes, moaning. “You’re killing me, Scarlet.”
“That’s all part of my master plan.”
“Oh, is it now?”
“Mh-hm.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What happened to me being too big to chop up and bury?”
“Now that it’s getting colder out, I’ll wrap you in a tarp and will keep you in the shed.”
“I’d rot and would start to smell in a few days. It’s not cold enough yet.”
“Dammit.” She shakes her head. “I forgot you were a cop and know how these things work. So tell me, Officer, what’s the perfect murder?”
I laugh, but before I can get any words out, Jackson calls for help.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” I ask.
“I had to go potty and I missed.”
Scarlet slides her other hand down my chest. “Good thing you’re home.”
“Fine. I’ll clean up the pee.”
“You’re a good dad.” She gives me a smile and steps away, going into the kitchen to get plates and drinks while I clean up the floor as well as Jackson, who requires new underwear, pants, and socks.
Finally, we gather in the living room, eating pizza while watching a movie. When we’re done eating, Scarlet scoots closer to me on the couch and I drape my arm around her. Jackson gets a blanket and sits close to Scarlet, leaning against her. Scarlet helps him fix the blanket, draping it over both their legs.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask Scarlet, aware of how uncomfortable it can be when Jackson decides to use you as his personal pillow. Though at the same time, having him close like that is the best thing in the world. There really is nothing like snuggling up with your child.
“Yeah,” she says, turning her head to look at me. I sneak in a quick kiss, pressing my lips to hers. She puts her hand on top of mine and leans back against me. Sitting here with Scarlet and Jackson is such a simple thing, yet it means so much. We just admitted our feelings last night, finally hooking up after weeks of ignoring the spark. It’s not like we’re going out and getting married tomorrow, but I know I want her to be part of this family.
“Every time the weather turns, I question why I live in the Midwest.” Scarlet zips up her coat. We just got to my parents’ for Sunday dinner and freezing rain is falling down on us. “And it’s not even winter yet.”
“I used to want to move out west. Though spending years in t
he desert kind of changed my mind. I like snow.”
Scarlet makes a face. “Not me. It’s too cold.”
“Come sledding with us this winter and maybe I can change your mind.”
She opens the back door to the Jeep, getting Jackson out of his car seat. She puts his coat on before he’s even out of the car, zipping him up and making him wear his hood.
“We’re walking fifty feet from the driveway to the house,” I tease. “We’re not going to die of hypothermia in that time.”
“You never know.” She snaps the top button on Jackson’s coat and takes his hand. She’s so good with him, and he’s so responsive with her. Seeing them together makes me so fucking happy, and I can’t stop smiling right now.
I let out a snort of laughter when I see the magnet on the back of Owen’s truck that reads Big Truck, Small Penis.
“What’s so funny?” Scarlet asks.
“Owen and Logan must be at it again,” I tell Scarlet, pointing to the magnet. “They put ridiculous and usually vulgar magnets on each other’s cars and see how long it takes before the other notices.”
She laughs. “That’s actually hilarious. I wonder how long that’s been on.”
“No clue. A few months ago, Logan drove around with a big smiley-face magnet that said, ‘I have herpes’ for four days before he noticed.”
“Can we get a magnet like that for your car, Daddy?” Jackson asks, and his innocence pulls on my heart.
“Sure,” I tell him. “Something similar but not the exact same.”
“Yay!”
We hurry into the garage, shaking off the slushy rain from our coats before stepping in and being bombarded by my mom’s dogs. Logan and Owen are in the kitchen at the big island counter, eating chips and salsa. Meat for tacos is simmering on the stove, and tequila and margarita mix sit out on the counter next to the fridge.
“Hey,” Logan says, and Jackson rushes over, getting excited to see his uncles. He flicks his eyes to Scarlet and then me in question, and I know he’s thinking about what we discussed back at the bar Friday night.
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