Page 29 of Weston’s Treasure

“That’s good, because I fuckin’ loved it.”

Oh, hell, he wasn’t making this any easier saying stuff like that. And it was hard enough with my cheek to his chest and his hand resting on my thigh.

“But I don’t think it should happen again.”

“Right.” His mocking tone couldn’t be missed.

“I’m actually being serious. This is me being straight with you. I’ve never done this.”

“Told me that already.”

I had, but he must not have understood—I hadn’t done any of it. I was so lost I wasn’t even sure how I was going to explain all the reasons why we wouldn’t be fooling around again.

“Silver,” Weston prompted.

“We can’t do it again because I don’t understand what it is. I don’t understand why I behaved the way I did with you when the last man who kissed me had taken me out on four dates before he kissed me at the door. The kiss was so bad, I turned down date five.”

“Yeah?” I could feel Weston’s body shaking with silent laughter and I would’ve gotten pissed if it wasn’t kind of funny in a sad way.

“And before him, I dated that man for three months before I let him get his hands down my pants. That was so uneventful, I allowed him one more try and after an hour of him fumbling around, I think I had a mini-orgasm, but I still broke it off with him because, well, I don’t need to explain why. It’s been over five years since I’ve had sex. And that man had waited me out, done and said all the right things, but after we finally made it to bed, he broke up with me. I think you’re smart enough to put two and two together and figure out I’m completely inexperienced. I’m out of my element. I don’t do casual. And if I couldn’t even please a bumbling idiot who had no clue what he was doing, I could never please a man like you.”

“A man like me? We’re back to that shit? I thought I explained that your line of thinking is completely jacked.”

“I mean, a man who is obviously extremely experienced.”

“Extremely?”

“Don’t be an ass. You said it yourself. You barely had to touch me and I turned into some crazy lust-drunk idiot. Clearly, you know what you’re doing, and you do because you have experience—something I don’t have. And I doubt you were in a relationship with all those women who gave you that expertise. So you know how to do casual. I do not. Which means I will be the one who’s left heartbroken—not you. And that’s why nothing can happen between us again.”

There, I’d said it, and surprised I wasn’t as embarrassed as I thought I’d be. Now that he knew the truth we could put what happened behind us. I’d store the memory for a different day and sift through the encounter when I was alone in my apartment and I could reminiscence about how good he’d made me feel. How wanted. How sexy. How cared for.

I would never forget Weston Beil—not as long as I lived.

11

Weston was trying his best not to bust out laughing. He didn’t like hearing Silver talking about the men she’d been with in the past—he downright hated it. However, he didn’t mind knowing none of those men had given her what he had. And he fucking loved that she hadn’t lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July when any of them had touched her. Because she damn well had for him.

It also wasn’t funny that she’d had a shit sex life in the past. But again, he liked knowing in the future she’d have a great one, and he’d be the one to give it to her.

The thing he didn’t find amusing at all was that Silver was trying to pull away. That and she thought he wanted something casual. Nothing he was feeling toward her was casual. But she was mostly right about his past and the women he’d been with. There’d been a few who had been around longer than the rest. Some who he’d dated. Some he’d been monogamous with. But none had been serious. Not in the sense he could see them going the distance. All of them had been missing something.

Try as he might, Weston couldn’t find what was missing with Silver. So there it was—she was right, he’d had plenty of women, enough to know when he found something he liked, and smart enough to know not to let it go.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Weston started.

“Which part?”

“All of it. Lust-drunk idiot? Babe, I call that a sexy-as-fuck siren who made me lose my mind and nearly come in my pants. Wanna talk about things that I’ve never done? I’ve never—not since I stopped being a boy—almost come in my pants. Not one time. Yet with you, I was sweating bullets thinking I’d shoot off and you’d think I was some idiot. I’ve never lost my control with a woman the way I did with you. Never taken a woman on the counter because I couldn’t wait another second to touch her. I’ve done casual plenty of times and I’m only telling you that so you’ll get this next part. Never have I had anyone turn me on the way you do. Let loose, get wild, and take what she wanted in a way I seriously got off on. You don’t need experience, babe, you’re a goddamn natural. And just so you’re crystal clear, I do not want casual with you. If you’re with me, you’re only with me, which means I am only with you. No one else enters our relationship while we’re exploring what’s between us.”

The only indication Silver gave she heard what he’d said was the twitch of her hand. And Weston only felt that because her palm was resting on his chest.

“But you don’t even like me. You said it yourself, I’m stubborn.”

“I’m finding I like your stubborn.”

“That’s crazy. No one likes stubborn. It’s annoying.”

“Then I must be crazy.”