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As I barrel my way over to Sloan, planning to rip Taylor off her, she sees me coming and confusion crosses her face as she stops dancing. I grab her wrist and pull her towards me. Taylor opens his stupid-ass mouth, “Don’t be a party pooper King. We’re just dancing… you jealous?”
Getting right in his face, not taking my hand off Lo’s wrist, I say, “Fuck off, Taylor, and don’t touch her again.” Not giving him the time to say anything else, I drag Lo away from the onlookers. Luckily, Eli and Maddie are nowhere in sight and hopefully everyone is drunk enough that they won’t make a big deal about it.
When we get away from the crowd, she snatches her arm away from my grip and surprises me by saying, “What the fuck was that Wes?”
Damn, she is gorgeous when she’s pissed off. My hands twitch with the need to touch her.
I see something else in her eyes… but can’t quite determine what it is.
“Eli told me to watch over you tonight, and Taylor is a fucking creep,” I reply semi-truthfully.
“Yeah, that’s what I figured you’d say.” She shakes her head and starts walking along the water towards the boathouse.Wait, what the fuck just happened… is she disappointed?
“Lo, wait, what do you mean?” I ask, catching up to her just as we reach the door. She opens it and heads towards the stairs that lead to the sun deck.
“Nothing Wes, just go back to the party. I’m fine. Stupid me for hoping you were upset about another guy's hands being all over me after the way you kept watching me all night. Don’t worry, I’ll tell Eli you fulfilled all your best friend duties.”
I follow and climb the stairs behind her with the perfect view of her round ass as I let the words she just spoke sink in.
“Wes, serio—”
But I cut her off before she can say another word and pin her to the wall at the top of the stairwell.
“What do you want me to say, Lo?”
She just stares up at me with her gorgeous big blue eyes as she licks her full lips. Shit, this is bad… I shouldn’t be here with her. Not when I want to take her mouth, fuck… I want more than just her mouth. I swallow hard as her breathing picks up and her mouth parts slightly.
“What did you want to hear, huh? That I’ve been thinking about how your mouth would taste ever since I slid into the car today? Or how your body would feel on top of mine. Don’t even get me started on the whole new collection of fantasies you’ve sprung after seeing you in that tiny ass bikini. How about that? I want to break every fucking finger Taylor has just for touching you. Hmm, is that what you want to hear? Or that I’m ready to say fuck what my best friend would think about me wanting his baby sister?” I know I sound pissed off… I am. Out of everyone on Long Island, why the fuck do I have to want Sloan Barton?
She inhales a sharp breath, and her pupils dilate. Then she crashes her lips to mine. The kiss sends those same vibrations through me that I felt earlier in the car. I can tell she feels it, too. She jolts back and puts her fingers to her lips. “Oh shit, I can’t believe I just did that.” I don’t give either of us time to think about the reasons this is probably wrong before I devour her mouth again. Opening up for me, I feel her quiver as my tongue collides with hers. This kiss gives me something no other kiss has ever given me. It breathes some of her brightness into me… some of her fire. My insides blaze with lust and a connection I have never felt with another human being before.
We take a break for air, but I can tell she wants more. I’m finding it hard to deny her, not when she’s looking at me like that. I may end up with the worst case of blue balls ever, but this feeling is so worth it.
“Wesley,” she whispers. “I need you to touch me.”
Her words have my cock ready to bust through the seam of my swim trunks.
“Have you ever been touched before?” I say as my hands make their way down the soft skin of her hips.
“No,” she moans lightly. “Well, not in real life.”
I give her a questioning look.
“Do my dreams count?” My eyes narrow at the devious smile on her angelic face.
“And tell me, who’s touching you in your dreams?” I’m fully prepared for her to say some dude like Channing Tatum.
Biting down on that juicy bottom lip, she looks directly into my eyes and says, “You, Wes… always you.”
That’s all it takes to break my control, not that I had much to begin with. I grab her by the back of the neck and slide my fingers into her long hair, she opens immediately for me as I kiss her desperately. Moving my way down her neck, Sloan’s breathy moans are almost too much to handle. I massage her tits and they feel just right in my hands. “You are perfect Lo, do you realize that? You had every guy’s attention at the party tonight. But I’m the only one who gets to touch you and hear these sweet little moans. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes Wes, only you. I’ve only wanted you looking at me tonight. I was dancing for you.”
I can’t keep my lips off her… she’s writhing under my touch. Wanting to give her more of what her body desires, I slowly caress her exposed stomach, moving my hand down into her cut-offs and stopping just before her panty line. “Is this okay?”
I need her to say yes… need to know she wants this just as much as I do. She moans, “Please Wes.”
Not waiting another second to touch her, really touch her, I unbuckle her shorts, my hand sliding between her heat. Just when I graze her soaked pussy, I hear someone calling my name. Realizing quickly that it’s Maddie, I snap out of the Wesley and Sloan universe we’ve been sucked into.
