He leans in, his breath warm on my chin. “But we should definitely pick this up later.”
My mind instantly goes to all sorts of dirty places, like Wes’ face, buried in the sheets as he squirms on my cock. “What about the paper-thin walls?” I ask, my voice heavy with lust.
Wes winks, then pulls me with him down the beach. “You’ll just have to gag me, I guess.”
A laugh burst from my lips. “What?!”
“Yeah, you know, stuff your briefs in my mouth while you ram your huge cock into me.”
“Jesus. It’s hardly huge.”
“Surefeelshuge.”
I shake my head, squeezing his fingers. We walk at a rapid pace. It’s getting cold now that the sun is disappearing in the mist. Further up the beach, Wes’ family is waiting for us, and when we reach them, they all smile, jumping in place to stay warm.
“Done gazing at the sea?” Robert hums knowingly.
“Yep,” Wes says.
Brenda shivers, then stuffs her hands into her coat pockets. “We should head back. We have a lot of preparations for tomorrow.”
“Whatever you need help with,” I say. It’s been years since I had a proper Thanksgiving, and I want to soak it all up.
“Y-y-you can help m-m-me w-w-with… the… st-st-st… Ugh,” Evie groans.
“I’d love to. I haven’t made it before, but I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”
She nods, pride pooling in her eyes. “I do. I’ll t-t-teach you.”
We head back, more running than walking. It’s cooler now because of the wind, but not freezing. I should’ve put on my beanie.
“My mom likes you,” Wes whispers as we trail behind his family back to the house.
“I like her too. I like all of them.”
Something flickers in Wes’ eyes, not exactly relief, but definitely elation. “Ilike you,” he says. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of those words.
I suck in a breath, then wrap my arm around his shoulders. “Ireallylike you too, Wes.”
He throws me a blinding smile, then breaks free from my hold and takes off, yelling over his shoulder, “Last one home is a dork!”
“You’re the dork!” I yell back, grinning. He sprints faster, his family shaking their heads at him.
And just like that, I fall a little bit more.
Chapter 23
Wes
Thesoundofautensil dropping on the kitchen floor and the smell of coffee stir me awake. I yawn and stretch, then pull Jett against me. My dick instantly hardens. I press my nose to his hair and inhale the scent of lingering cologne mixed with sleep—my favorite smell.
I like how good he feels against me. Each day, I fall a little harder. I loved the way he opened up to my family and how easily everyone talked and connected. It just solidified my feelings for him.
Will this work out long-term for us? Who knows? I want it to, though. I can definitely see a future with Jett.
“I feel like I’m floating over your kitchen,” he mumbles against my throat.
I snort a laugh. “You get used to it. When I was a kid, I had to share the bedroom with my mom. When Granddad built this, I loved having my own space. Building an entire bedroom wouldn’t work here, so he built me the next best thing.”
