Page 68 of Weston’s Treasure

Whatever he wanted. Christ.

“You want me to watch?” he asked, though her pussy had quivered so he knew the answer.

“Yeah, I want to ride your cock while you watch.”

Jesus.

He took his hand off of hers, moved it back to her tits, and honed in on her nipple rolling between his fingers.

“More,” Silver panted and he smiled.

Yeah, his woman liked him rough.

“You gonna be able to find it or you need my fingers to help?”

She rubbed her clit harder and bucked back. “I can find it. Hurry, Weston, I’m almost there. Harder.”

Weston stopped holding back and gave his woman what she wanted. He powered into her, hard, rough, and unrelenting. He did it bare, he did it until she shouted her release calling his name, then he fucked her until he found it and returned the favor moaning hers, spilling himself inside of her. And when he did, he knew with crystal clarity that whether it happened the first time, the second time, or the third time, or if it happened five years from now, one day Silver would carry his children.

And that didn’t freak him out. Not one single bit.

It was a long time before Silver finally spoke. It was after he’d given her slow strokes, bringing them both down from their orgasms. It was after he kissed her neck, her cheek, and when she turned her head he claimed her mouth.

“Who knew,” she muttered.

“Who knew what?”

“Who knew an orgasm could be that good.”

Weston smiled and buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, loving the floral scent of her shampoo.

“Pleased it was just as good for you as it was for me.”

“That wasn’t good—that was awesome.” His body started shaking with silent laughter. “Seriously.”

“I agree, baby. You good sleeping like this?”

“With you still inside of me?”

“Yeah.”

Silver’s ass pressed closer and he figured that was his answer, but was happy when she added. “Yeah, I’m great just like this.”

It wasn’t what she said that made him happy, it was the breathy wonder. Like she was more than okay to keep their connection for as long as she could.

“Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Okay, honey.”

Silver’s breath evened out and within minutes she was out. Weston did not find sleep right away. He laid awake behind her, not wanting to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment of her in his arms. He spent his time memorizing the feel and smell of her. He knew he wanted this for the rest of his life, hoped he got it, and if he did, he wouldn’t need the memory. But he still took the time.

* * *

“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” That was Silver. She and Weston were in the Suburban Gemini Group owned on their way to Alabama.

It had taken Weston five minutes to tell Nixon he was taking Silver with him. Then it had taken him thirty minutes to convince Silver to come with him. The second she’d agreed, he’d taken her upstairs to pack, then shuffled her out to the SUV, and loaded her up.

“Do you think I’d ever put you in a situation that was dangerous?” he returned.