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Wes grinned wickedly and finally gave in to his own desires, pressing his lips against hers his strokes became deeper, harder, in sync with every cry of pleasure. “W-Wes!"
His hips stilled, rooting himself inside her wet cunt. “What was that?" he growled, grinding his hips tight against her pelvis, anchoring her fully. “What did you say, buttercup?"
“Daddy, please.”
“I'm not going to stop fucking this tight little pussy until I'm ready. So be a good girl for Daddy and come all over my cock. Come on, princess." Wes gripped the quilt above her head. “How many times can I make you come before I do?” He leaned in and brushed his lips over her shoulder. “Three,” he kissed her neck, “four,” her ear, “five times?”
Melody shook under him. “Oh god,” she moaned, the knot in her belly growing, building into what she knew wasn’t her last orgasm of the night. “Yes, Daddy!”
Wes leaned up on his knees, burying himself inside her pussy. His head bowed forward, lost in the sensation of her milking his cock.
“Fuck,” he growled, withdrawing from her he spread the cheeks of her ass and angled his cock against her. He spat on the spot where they met, pressing the head of his cock just past her asshole. “Mark. You. Mine.” Wes fisted his cock and pumped bursts of cum into her.
He strained not to thrust forward and sink himself deep inside her, he wanted to savor that moment.
For now he branded her. Marked her his.
EIGHT
After his night with Melody, being at work wasn’t how Wes wanted to be spending his time. He couldn’t get his red-headed vixen and the sounds she’d made when he was inside her off his mind. He had to push those thoughts away because Colton was heading right toward him.
“What’s up, boss?” Colton slid into the stool beside him.
Wes glanced down at his watch. “You managed to make it on time for once.”
“I see grumpy Wes is who I will be dealing with today,” he remarked as he held up his hand to get Noah’s attention.
“What do you want, princess? Think I’m going to serve your ass off the clock? You work here, too. Get your lazy ass up and get a drink yourself,” Noah chuckled, throwing a towel and hitting Colton square in the face. Wes’ phone vibrated in his pocket but he didn’t catch it in time. A voicemail from Grams popped up that he would check after he was done talking to these asshats.
“Damn, maybe I would have been late after all if I’d have known I was coming to meet the cranky club.” Colton jumped from his chair to grab a bottle of water then sat back down.
“Better watch that tone, son, you don’t know how it works around here yet.” Wes’ tone was commanding with a hint of teasing.
“So, are we working on the reading chair today?” Colton ignored the warning and changed the subject.
“Oh, oh yeah, a reading chair.” Noah smirked, still tan and sun-drunk from his recent honeymoon. “I thought you said breeding chair."
“Does your mind always live in the gutter?”
“I mean you both are known as Kinky and the Brain for a reason…” he trailed off with a laugh.
“Not everything I make is kinky, you fucker.” Wes rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his water. “I’m surprised Lexi lets you out of the house with that mind of yours.”
“Not to sound like my wife, but it shouldn't surprise you in any way, old man.”
Wes wasn’t happy about being called an old man twice now. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to relieve the pain in his head. He didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night for this fucking banter.
“Go ahead back to the workshop. I’ll be there in a minute.” Wes gestured to Colton as he got to his feet. Wes walked to the corner of the club and pulled up the voicemail, Grandma Mitchell's voice crackled through the speaker.
"Hello there Sonny Boy! It’s Grandma. If you’re free this week I could use some help with the front porch.” Her words were cut off with a deep cough. “Damn cold won’t go away. But Wesley, the railing needs to be tightened. I’ve a goodie bag all packed for you too. I’m home all week, no doctor's appointments. I love you…oh, I can never figure out to end this damn thi–”
Wes chuckled as he dropped the phone back into his pocket. He loved that crazy woman.
Walking into his shop gave him a sense of calm. He loved this haven he’d made himself where he could build all the things from the dirty ideas that came to his mind.
Wes got to work just as Colton had when he arrived. He was thankful that he didn’t need babysitting and knew what he was doing. Small miracles.
As the day wore on, Wes glanced at his watch noticing he’d been there for several hours. He felt the exhaustion in his body.
