Page 39 of Westin

“Come here,” I tell her.

I stand, pushing the stool in. She obeys, and her hands slip behind her back, the way they do when she’s unsure. Before she can speak, I pick her up and lay her out on the countertop.

“Westin,” she breathes. “Not here. This is where I make the food.”

I don’t really care. Her skirt slips up and, God, she’s got no panties underneath. My mind goes blank. She’s beautiful, soft skin, and bare pussy. I wonder if she keeps it that way just for me. The idea makes my head spin.

Just for me.

Her lashes flutter, eyes on the ceiling. “Westin,” she says again.

I run my hand up, tugging one strap of her dress down to reveal her breast. No bra either.

“Say my name just like that, darling,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh.

She breathes it again, like a prayer.

“Close your eyes,” I order.

She obeys, lashes against her cheeks. Her breasts rise and fall. A quiver moves down her stomach and her pussy clenches. When my tongue runs over the soft heat of her sex, her lips part and let out a moan.

“Oh God,” she gasps.

“Just me,” I say. “Just me and you, darling.”

That’s all I want. Just us in the kitchen, talking, eating the food she makes. Just her, spread out on our table while I pleasure her pussy until I can’t take it anymore and I carry her upstairs. To our bed.

I want to live here with her.

Maybe David can visit Sovereign Mountain and have an accident like Clint Garrison did. The thought is pleasant. I mull it over as I drag my tongue across the soft, wet entrance of her pussy, dipping my tongue in a little more every time I circle it. She tastes like summer, like sweet lemonade.

I could eat her out for hours. Her silky thighs brush my jaw, her scent filling my mouth and nose. Her sighs and moans echo in the kitchen. This was worth every second of the wait. When she comes,my fingers inside her, a soft gush of arousal drips from my knuckles. I pull them free and lick them clean.

God, I could drink her neat, like whiskey.

I kiss up her body, lifting her to sit upright. Her eyes are glazed, her breasts heave.

“I want to do that for you,” she whispers.

I consider her. Of course I like blowjobs, and I’d do a lot to get one from her, but I also like rough sex. I like degradation and choking and spanking. I don’t want to slip up and give that to her before she’s ready.

“Please,” she begs.

My ego purrs. I kiss her again, letting her taste herself.

“Good girl,” I say. “Let’s get you down on your knees.”

Her eyes widen as I lift her, and she sinks down. A fire sparks in the back of my brain, emptying my head.

“Tuck your hands behind your back,” I tell her.

She does as she’s told. Eyes big, lips parted. In one motion, I strip my belt off.

“You liked being tied up in my truck?” I ask.

She nods.

“Use your words, darling, I need to hear you.”

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