Page 76 of Weston’s Treasure

“Wild,” he muttered.

“Did I hurt you?”

“It would suck, baby, if you weren’t into as much as I was. You letting go, with my finger in your ass, sinking your teeth into my skin, was hot as fuck. So, no, you didn’t hurt me. But you didn’t answer my question. You okay with what I did?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that a yeah because you know it pleased me, or is it a yeah because it felt good?”

“Because it felt good,” I whispered.

Weston hauled me closer, our fronts touching, his thick erection trapped between us, resting on my stomach.

“I was serious about taking you there. I want that, Silver, but I want you to want it just as bad.”

Until that moment I wasn’t sure if it was possible for me to want it as bad as Weston did, but when his dick jerked between us I couldn’t deny my pussy trembled thinking about his reaction.

“Have you ever—?” I started.

“No. Never had the desire.”

“Me either,” I told him.

I liked the thought of Weston and me sharing something that neither of us had done. A first for both of us. I knew he’d make it good, and I wanted to try it.

“I want it just as bad.”

His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue plunged in, and by the time he was done taking what he wanted it was a good thing I was getting a bath because the area between my legs was drenched.

25

Silver was quiet and Weston knew why.

She was no longer anxious about meeting his parents even though they were in the SUV after checking out of the hotel and on their way.

It was because it had taken Weston very little time to track the fugitive, but the man had decided to put up a fight. A fight that included using a gun. Luckily for Weston, the other man was a high paid executive who wore a suit to work—that was, before the man lost his job for embezzling money—and had no knowledge of how to actually aim the gun he’d pointed at Weston.

The man fired one shot before Weston tackled him. The unfortunate part was Weston now had a bullet graze to his hip. The low caliber weapon barely kissed his skin, leaving only an abrasion that did not require stitches and looked more like a burn. Which was exactly what it was.

But Silver was tweaked.

He knew it not because she’d freaked out when he’d gotten back to the hotel, taken off his clothes to take a shower, and she saw the injury. No, it was because she’d grown quiet.

“You know I’m okay, right? It doesn’t even hurt.”

“I know,” she mumbled, staring at the passenger window.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

He felt her gaze on him and glanced in her direction before his eyes went back to the road. This was not the ideal time or place, while he was driving and couldn’t give her his full attention, but it also couldn’t wait. And not because they’d be to his parents’ house in ten minutes. Silver had started to revert back to the closed-off woman he’d first met and there was zero chance Weston was going to allow it.

“Drop the mask and tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not thinking about anything.”