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Chapter Nine
Wes
Lying in bed alone for the second night in a row feels like a stab in the stomach. Now that I’ve had a taste of what it can be like with Zooey, I want more. I want all of her. I want to fuck her left, right and sideways. I want to show her what a man can do to a woman. I want to use my hands, my fingers, my tongue, my cock, to make her feel like she’s never felt before. She’s mine now - our little session in the trees showed me that - and now, no one else can have her. Not that she will want anyone else when I prove how good I can give it to her.
I could definitely have her here right now, if only I could get to her without her friend knowing. She’s sharing a room - and a bed - with her friend Poppy. It makes me angry knowing that someone else gets to lie next to her. I know for a fact that Poppy isn’t her lover, but she still has the potential to reach over and touch my woman, and for that, I can’t help being furious. It should be me.
But if I go there and I get caught, I know Lawrence would kill me. If he even had an inkling of what happened in the forest earlier, he’d have me hung, drawn and quartered. He just doesn’t understand. This is serious, me and her. It might be brand new to us all, but I plan to make it last. No woman will ever make me feel like this again, I know that for a fact. So what’s the point in holding back, or downplaying how I feel?
If I could only make him see what this means to me, then I’d be able to get what I want. I’d be able to share my bed with her without worrying that it’s going to get us both in trouble. More than anything, I don’t want to be a home wrecker. I could deal with losing Lawrence and the business, but I would hate to be the reason Zooey and her father fall out.
As we returned to the house earlier, Lawrence said how nice it was that Zooey and I were getting along. I feel a little guilty, but I guess lying here with a massive hard on is my punishment.
It’s only fair, I suppose. I’ve betrayed him, but how often do I really get my own way? I let him take charge of the business - it was born from his passion, not mine - and now all I want is to find someone that I connect with. Is that too much to ask.
Suddenly, I’m itching to go into her bedroom and take what’s mine. I don’t care about Poppy seeing us. I think she would keep her mouth shut - I’ve seen her milling around with one of the older couples here. She’d want what’s best for her friend, right? And I know I could be good for Zooey if I had the opportunity. I’m a good man. She’s a good girl. Together, we could be amazing.
It’s enough to get me out of my bed and rushing down the corridor. I’m only wearing my underwear, but if I turn back now, I might convince myself that this is a bad idea. My cock is throbbing with anticipation. It feels like I have waited years for this moment, even though we only met yesterday. Now, I’m desperate to get the release I’ve been searching for.
I stop outside her bedroom, taking a deep breath. This is the riskiest thing I have ever done. I consider myself smart and sensible, but my lust for her seems to have ripped all of my senses out of me. Now, the animal has taken over.
I open the door.
Zooey
Poppy has been asleep for a long time. We got back from the party at around one am, and she insisted that we get an ‘early night’ in preparation for the grand finale of the party tomorrow. Now, it’s almost three o'clock and I’m still lying here without any intention of sleeping. My arousal is keeping me wide awake. He gave me just enough earlier in the woods to satisfy my craving, but now I’m desperate for more. I want all of him. I want to touch him back.
I want him to fuck me.
My hand rests over my pussy. It’s so tempting to slip my fingers down into my panties and give myself some relief. I’ve been wet as hell all evening. But with Poppy here, I can’t do a thing. Besides, nothing could compare to his touch.
I keep reliving it in my head. How deftly he touched me. He knew exactly how to drive me wild. It makes me wonder how many women have come before me, but I’d like to believe that they pale in comparison to me. It’s a bold thing to think, but I saw the way he looked at me. He was driven wild by his desire. How many women can pull that kind of reaction from him? Because in my experience, a connection like this is rare.
