AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I'm fine.” I make my way into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, before popping a couple of Tylenol in my mouth and drinking them down.
Setting my glass in the sink, I make my way into the living room and sit down on the couch, pulling my knees up to my chest. My throat burns and my head is still swimming, but I finally feel like I have a small grasp on reality again.
Westin sits back down, his eyes never leaving me. I phrase my next question as gently as possible because the last thing I want him to think is that I don't want him here.
“What are you doing here, Westin? Don’t get me wrong, I'm so happy that you are, but why didn't you tell me you were coming? When did you get here?” I hit him with multiple questions without waiting for an answer.
“I'm leaving for Germany,” he says, catching me off guard.
“What?” I ask, straightening my position on the couch as I turn inward so that my body is facing him.
“Three weeks.” His shoulders sag forward slightly.
“Three weeks?” I repeat the words back, unable to fight the hard lump that has formed in my throat.
“There's an account there that I have been working on for nearly eighteen months. We are finally reaching a resolution and Jonathan insisted that I be the one to see it through.”
“When?” My question hangs in the air for several seconds. “When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow.” He flinches slightly as he gauges my reaction to the news. “I flew out a day early so that I could see you before I left. I didn't expect it to turn out like this,” he admits, apology lacing his voice.
“Westin,” I start, feeling uncomfortably guilty. “Carson is a friend. What happened tonight, I won't let it happen again.” I scoot toward him on the couch until my feet are touching his leg. “I'm sorry that you had to see that. I’m sorry that it happened. But I promise you, it would have gone nowhere. I had too much to drink. Not an excuse I know, but it's important that you know that you're it for me. I don't want Carson or anyone else. I only want you. If you want me, I'm yours,” I say, trailing my fingers down his jawline as his baby blues burn deeply back at me. “All you have to do is ask,” I whisper, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss across his lips. I can feel his body relax under my touch and I immediately seize my opportunity, pushing up on my knees and straddling my legs across his body as my mouth continues to work against his.
My robe slides open as I settle on his lap, exposing my nude body. Westin takes a ragged inhale, his hands skirting across my bare torso, slowly working his way down.
I moan against his lips as he moves his hand between us, his finger sliding inside of me without warning. I slowly begin riding his hand as he adds another finger inside, his thumb finding my clit and working slow circles across it.
It takes only minutes before my robe is on the ground and I’m lifting up to allow Westin to peel his pants and boxers away from his perfect body. The moment the clothing hits the floor, I settle over him again, this time positioning his thick erection directly at my entrance.
Pulling back, I stare deeply into his eyes and slowly begin to lower myself onto him. His eyes glaze over and his forehead scrunches in pleasure as I take him in, burying him so deep inside of me, I know that all he feels is me. My want for him. My need.
“Scarlett,” he breathes, still not breaking eye contact as I slowly begin to ride him. Moving my body up and down in slow controlled movements, the last remaining effects of the alcohol drowning out any insecurity I may normally feel.
He may be leaving tomorrow. But at least I have this. Tonight. Right now.
Westin's hands clamp down on my hips as he urges me further, faster, until the last of my control slips away and I’m doing everything in my power to feel him deeper inside of me.
Gripping me so tightly it's borderline painful, I know the moment that he falls over the edge. I can tell by the look in his eyes, the curl of his lip, the way his entire body goes rigid around me.
His groan of pleasure sends me tumbling over the edge with him and I collapse against his chest, my breath coming in ragged, uncontrolled gasps, as every one of my muscles twitch around him.
——
IDON'T KNOW HOW LONGWestin and I stayed like that before time left us. Minutes? Hours? All I really remember is the feeling of his arms around me as he carried me to my bed, and the vague memory of his lips against my forehead right as the sun broke through the darkness of the room.
By the time I woke, he was gone.
I spend the morning cleaning my apartment. Broken pieces of time flash before my eyes, as I do everything in my power to forget what little I do remember. All I keep seeing is Carson's face. The blood. The hurt in his eyes. I put that there.
Even if I wasn't the one who punched him, ultimately I’m the one who delivered the damaging blow. I know enough about Carson to know that he can get over being punched. What he probably can't get over is learning he doesn't stand a chance with me, given Westin's obvious involvement.
Picking up the trail of dirty clothes leading into my bathroom, I’m hit with the vision of vomiting outside while Westin stood as my audience. I groan, leaning over and picking up my bra, wishing like hell I hadn't drunk as much as I did.
It must have been the shots. Last night is only the second time I can remember having an experience like that. I don't have to think any further to know that I will not be doing that again anytime soon.
I wish I would have had more time with Westin before he left. I wish he would have woken me, so that I could have said goodbye. Hell, I wish I were sober for what little time I did have with him.
Germany. Three weeks. It seems like an eternity and I want so badly for the next month to be over already.
Not that I’m not used to being away from Westin. Obviously, I have only seen him a couple of times since he came walking back into my life, and I have managed okay. But for whatever reason, this feels different.
