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The grimace tells me that it's not easy for him to admit that out loud, showing vulnerability.
"That's why you went AWOL?" I ask hesitantly.
Instead of answering, Wes pulls me over to the bed and settles against his mountain of pillows. He pulls me down beside him, and I nestle into the crook of his arm, resting my head on his chest.
He starts talking, telling me everything that has happened and led him to be in Stonebriar. Parts of it I knew from my stalkerish tendencies and what I could piece together from different media reports, but that didn't even scratch the surface. My heart breaks for him when he describes how betrayed he felt, and understanding sets in. Rhys may have wanted to help, but the combination of him going behind Wes's back, having kept so many secrets from him for years, and Wes losing his dream was too much. It broke him.
"I needed to forget," Wes ends his recollection, explaining his absence with those four words.
I start drawing circles on his chest, and he sighs. I peer up at him through my lashes. His eyes are closed, and he relaxes in front of me. I drink in his gorgeous features.
"Do you miss them?" I ask softly.
He remains silent for so long that I think he might have fallen asleep. But then he says, "I do."
I look away from him as a tear escapes my eye. He lifts his hand, turning me back to him. "Why are you crying, Princess?"
Princess.
"Maybe it's time to forgive them?" I am ignoring the blaring alarm bells in my head. I'm probably overstepping every boundary there is. What right do I have to suggest that?
Wes tugs on me until I'm on top of him, our noses touching, and his eyes merge to one.
"Maybe I should." His words are low, and I have to strain my ears.
Before I can reply, he captures my mouth with his, and as before, it's like I'm meant to be here—in his arms, with his lips on me. Wes deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, and heat builds in my core. His hands wander along my spine, and his touch burns itself into every muscle. His fingers find the hem of my jeans and slip inside, squeezing my bare ass. My entire body becomes feverish at the sensation of his rough touch against my flesh, and wetness pools between my legs.
"You're not wearing underwear," he growls against my mouth and begins trailing kisses along my jaw until he reaches the lobe of my ear. "Naughty, naughty." He licks the sensitive skin underneath, and my eyes roll back inside my head.
How can this feel so good?
There are many days I forgo panties, always depending on what I'm wearing, but tonight I may have had an ulterior motive. I rock my hips into him, and he groans, nipping at me.
Unashamed, I continue the motion, fully aware I am dry humping Wes. The friction of his hard cock against my pussy—even with the barrier of two pairs of jeans between us—is like heaven.
He removes his hands from my ass and grasps the bottom of my shirt. I disentangle myself from him so he can pull it off my body. Wes sits both of us up, and I straddle his lap. My arms wrap around his shoulders, and I press my mouth back to his, the short break instantly starving me for him. With a swift movement, he unlatches the clasp of my bra and slides the straps down my shoulders until the material falls into our joined lap.
His hand cups my breast, and all my senses go into overdrive.
Oh, God.
When his mouth leaves me, I want to protest, until I realize what he's doing. His tongue makes contact with my pebbled nipple, and a moan escapes my throat.
I throw my head back and lean into his caress. When he bites down ever so slightly, I can't hold back.
"Fuck, yes!"
Can one come from just getting their tits sucked on?
It's that moment that Wes's door flies open. "Hey, Roe-Roe! I'm gonna—oh fuck!"
"WHAT THE HELL?" Wes roars, throwing me on the mattress behind him and shielding me with his body.
I squeak in surprise, covering myself with my arms. I peer around Wes at an extremely pale and wide-eyed Kiwi.
"Oh, uh…shit. I, um—" he stammers.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out!" Wes sounds lethal, and I stifle a laugh. Kiwi has seen me naked—several times. We grew up together, after all. But he has never seen me with a guy.
