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“She doesn’t like to ask for help, she says it's part of the thrill, piecing everything together. Problem is I think she’s latched on to something that is pretty big.”
“Bigger than taking down a precinct?”
Wes chuckled. “If you can believe it, yeah.”
The men quieted as Jo returned. “Wes this place is amazing.” She plopped down onto the couch.
“Well I’ll leave you two alone.” Jace said standing up.
“Jace he’s going to need groceries can you drive me to the store?”
“Sure come on.”
Wes handed Jo some cash. “I still have some of my winnings.” She laughed.
“Just take the money Jo. Please.”
“Sheesh! You get grouchy sometimes mister.” She said taking the bills from his hand.
Wes smiled. “Hurry back.” Jo leaned down and kissed his forehead.
On the way down in the elevator Jace got a text and read it. It was from Wes.
Don’t leave her side.
Jo looked at Jace. “He told you to watch out for me right?”
Jace smiled. “Yup.”
Jo smiled back at him. It made her feel warm inside that Wes cared for her.
When Jo returned Wes was asleep in the chair. She quietly put all the groceries away and lay down on his big comfy couch. Within minutes she was asleep as well.
When Jo woke up Wes wasn’t in his chair so she went to look for him. She heard the shower running so she headed back to the kitchen and started dinner. She had wanted to make him something good for his first night home. She whipped up spaghetti with portabella mushrooms, and shrimp.
Wes came out wearing a pair of worn jeans and a tee shirt. His hair was wet and slightly messy and his green eyes were sparkling.
“Good shower.” She teased.
“Yeah, that felt great. Not as good as a certain sponge bath I had though.” Wes said huskily. He nipped at her neck and Jo leaned back against him feeling him stir.
Jo lowered the flame under the pan and turned in his arms, standing up on her toes to kiss him. Wes reached behind her and turned the flame off completely. “Will it ruin the dinner?”
Jo looked at him, her blue eyes hooded. “Nothing will ruin this dinner Wes.”
He knew she wasn’t even talking about the food. He led Jo to his bedroom and she helped him take off his shirt. His shoulder was still sore even though the bullet hadn’t hit anything major, but his neck was a different matter. Wes hated that for their first time being intimate that he was going to be slightly handicapped. He wanted to be perfect for her.
Jo gently helped him take off his tee shirt and then she reached for his jeans after trailing her fingers down the planes of his hard chest. Wes sucked in a breath. He hadn’t buttoned the top button on his jeans and Jo thought he looked incredibly sexy. A large bulge filled out the front of his partially undone jeans. Jo cupped his length and Wes hissed. She slipped his jeans down his trim hips and when she saw he wasn't wearing underwear she beamed up at him. Gently grasping his generous length in her hand she pumped up and down swiping her thumb across his satiny head.
Wes gently took her hand from him and walked her back towards the bed. When she sat down Wes helped her take off her shirt. When he had rid her of it, Jo reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Wes took the straps from her shoulders and lowered them so she could pull her arms out of the straps.
Wes placed his fingers under her pink full breasts and strummed her darkened nipples with his thumbs. Jo moaned softly as her head fell backwards with the heady sensation. Her thong was wet and her clitoris was already distended and needy. She was so primed for what she knew was about to happen. She had even dreamed about it, waking up so achy with need that it only took her a minute to bring herself to climax.
Jo pushed against Wes' firm chest so she could stand up and when she did she lowered her jeans and thong, tossing them next to her discarded shirt. Wes ran his hands up and down her sides just loving how she felt.
Jo climbed onto his king sized bed and scooted over so Wes would follow. They lay on their sides facing each other. Jo was amazed at how comfortable she felt with him. They stroked each other’s bodies, exploring, learning, until Jo couldn’t take it any more. Wes had been circling her breasts using his fingertips, but not touching her nipples. He had lifted her one leg over his thigh and dipped his fingers through her wet lips, yet not touched her where she longed to be touched.
Jo encircled Wes’ hard shaft and she watched him shut his eyes then open them with steely composure. Her thumb swiped at the pre-cum that pearled on his sheeny head and she rubbed the milky lubricant gently around it until he was panting.
