Page 92 of Weston’s Treasure

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good. Gonna let you go so I can go wash up.”

Silver’s giggle filled his chest and he went from relaxed and sated straight to overcome with joy.

Just for a giggle.

“Is it really all over your stomach?”

Weston looked down to check, then confirmed, “Stomach, damn near hit my chest, and dripping down my hands.”

“That sounds hot, wish I could see it.”

“You want that, when you get home, I’ll watch you play with your pussy and jerk off for you.”

“Now you’re turnin’ me on again,” she mumbled, sounding miserable. “Better let you go.”

“Yeah.”

“Weston?”

“Still here, baby.”

“I love you.”

Weston closed his eyes and let that sink in. ‘Overcome’ didn’t come near enough to describe what he was feeling.

“Love you, Silver. Sweet dreams.”

“They always are.”

Fuck. He hoped that was the case.

“Night.”

“Night.”

Weston disconnected the call, tossed his phone on the mattress, but didn’t roll out of bed. He lay there a good long while thinking how lucky he was.

30

“You got nothing to worry about,” Weston told me.

We were in his Jeep on the way to Jameson and Kennedy’s house for a get-together. Nixon, McKenna, her two siblings, Zack and Mandy, Chasin, Holden, and Alec were all going to be there.

I’d arrived at the farmhouse that morning after I got off rotation. Finding Weston still in bed, I stripped down and climbed in next to him. Of course he was already awake when I did this. Even though I tried to surprise him and didn’t call to tell him I was leaving work a few hours early, I suspected he’d heard my car when I’d pulled up.

The first thing I noticed was Weston had grown a beard.

He looked hot. And when I told him how sexy I thought it was, his smile broadened when he told me I’d like it even more when his mouth was between my legs. He was right of course, but I’d have to wait to find out because the second I hit the sheets, Weston commenced talking me through touching myself while I got to watch him stroke himself.

After that, he’d cleaned his stomach, but not before I got a good long look at his come coating his hand and dotting his six-pack—and I was right, it was hot—he went straight to work building me up. He did this with his mouth between my legs and holy fuck, the beard was better than I imagined. His hands roamed every inch of me and once he had me trembling and begging for more, he finally gave it to me hard and rough, yet he still managed to make it tender. How he did that, I do not know.

I just knew that while he was pounding inside of me, taking my breath from the force of his thrusts, I felt nothing but love surrounding me.

After we finished making love, showering, getting ready for the day, we’d met Chasin in the kitchen and found him in the mood to bust chops. He did that by embarrassing the hell outta me by complaining he was moving into the Airstream with Holden—either that or he was moving his room.

Weston of course couldn’t stop himself from moving in to protect me and my feelings and growled for Chasin to shut the hell up. Chasin being Chasin didn’t shut the hell up, or maybe he did stop teasing me, but he further poked the bear by winking at me and telling me he was happy I was home.