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She sits up in bed, pulling the sheet up her naked body. “You’re right, we should talk about that.” Dread seeps deep into my gut at her serious expression.
“Wes, I’ve had the most amazing weekend with you.” I stiffen, preparing for the blow. “And I promise I want this more than anything, but I do want to take it slow. I’m on the complete opposite side of the country and I don’t want either of us to disappoint the other with long-distance promises. Especially when we both own businesses. Let’s see how it goes for a few months without labels and expectations. Would that be okay?”
“Lo, there is no question for me. I’ve always wanted you and always will. I’ll take long distance or whatever I can get from you. Like I told you last night, you’re it for me. I’ll go at whatever pace you want. We can go slow for now.”
She gives me two light kisses to my chest and the sweet gesture seers into my soul. Fuck me, this girl has the power to truly destroy me this time more than ever.
“Thank you.” She lets out in a sigh of relief. Lo then shifts her legs, so she’s straddling my hips, and gazes into my eyes. There is so much emotion etched across her beautiful face.
“Mine,” I groan, leaning up and lightly kissing her neck.
Sloan lets out a moan and says, “Honestly parts of me have been yours for a decade but hearing you say it, feeling the perfect ache in my pussy from where you’ve made me yours all weekend and knowing we are talking about our future together is awakening feelings I had locked away many years ago.”
This girl knows how to repair my mangled heart with her words. I flip her over and tell her how I feel about her being mine with a kiss, knowing as soon as our tongues tangle together, we won’t be stopping at just a kiss.
“You know I can’t send you back to L.A. without giving you one more taste of what you’re leaving behind. I have to make sure my girl is sated before she leaves.”
“Wes, I’ve been deliciously sated since Friday night.” She giggles again as I tease her neck with my stubbled chin.
“All the other times have just been added bonuses, especially with the way you own my body.” My dick is rock hard from her words. Rolling my hips into her, I force a low moan to escape her mouth.
“I particularly enjoyed the whipped cream and chocolate sauce, too.” Lo moans, tilting her head to allow me full access of her neck.
“Now for the cherry on top,” I growl as I devour her beautiful, fully exposed skin.
This fucking girl. I’ll give her everything that she wants and needs… forever, if she’ll let me.
* * *
We still havea couple of hours before Sloan boards her plane, so we’re hitting a few more of my favorite places.
After grabbing a cup of coffee from my normal spot, we decide to take a walk on The High Line before exploring the Chelsea market. We walk hand in hand, taking in the hustle and bustle of the city streets. I, of course, wear my shades that not only conceal me from potential recognition, but also hide the not-so-innocent way I'm staring at Sloan’s cleavage as it bounces when she walks.
Whack!
“Oh, shit. Look.”
Slightly distracted by my dirty thoughts and trying to pinpoint what she is “oh shitting” at, it takes me a few to realize the whack she just landed has my coffee all over my henley.
“Fuck, oh shit Wes… I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention, I saw ass cheeks against the window up there and…” she says as she half-ass attempts to wipe my shirt with her napkin while still fixated on whatever has her attention.
It’s then I realize she is pointing to the all glass condos ahead of us at a couple fucking against the window for all of NYC to see.
“It’s all good. Luckily, it wasn’t hot anymore, but I’m kind of wet.”
“Yeah, me too,” she mutters, still staring at the couple. I can see the lust building in her eyes.
“You thinking about last night, how there could have been someone watching us?” Her eyes flare as they meet mine.Yeah, I can’t stop thinking about it either. Dirty girl.
“It was the hottest night of my life. My little Thea the exhibitionist.”
Her eyes turn dark and she grins up at me to say, “Mine too, but somehow I know I’m going to have a lot more of those to come if you have anything to do with it. Now, before I talk you into something that will make me late for my flight, let's go find you a different shirt.”
I take her hand and lead her to a tourist area where I know I can find a new t-shirt quickly. I mistakenly let her pick one for me and that’s how I end up in an ‘I Heart NY’ shirt. She thinks she’s hilarious. Times like this take me back to our younger, innocent years of pranks around the Barton house with her and her siblings. Even though she normally tagged along with me so we could get back at her brother and sister.
We share a huge slice of pizza at our last stop before the airport. I know I’ve got it bad when I enjoy watching her devour her pizza as she picks on me about my shirt.
I can’t go on anymore without her. She makes me feel things no one else ever has. Not only am I consumed by desire and need for her, but she also feels like home, and I don’t have to put on any fronts for her. I’m not a prize to be won or celebrity arm candy to her. I am just Wesley King, the boy who would never leave her house growing up. And to me, that’s the best feeling.
