Page 34 of Unleash You

Everything he’d told me before came rushing back. The cartel boss, the one staging the raids on Wesley’s camp, was Rebecca’s boss. She had a little brother too. “What happened to her brother?”

Wesley shook his head. “He took off with Charlie.”

“I’m sorry. I was such an idiot last night. Poor Rebecca. So now she’s here because the cartel is after her?”

“Marcel, Smith’s son, is after her. He wants to take her home.”

Why would he want to take her back if she betrayed them? Payback? No, we couldn’t let him do that to her. Rebecca didn’t deserve that. “When Valentina and I met her at the mall, we saw her in the dressing room. Her back was covered in bruises. Something happened to her. That’s why we brought her here. Valentina wanted to see if we could help her.”

“You did the right thing. I think the bruises might’ve come from Marcel.”

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”

“Actually, there is one thing. Derek agreed to let her stay. He was kind enough not to ask a lot of questions, but Mom won’t let that slide.” He took my hand in his.

“I’ll tell her Rebecca is a friend from school and that she’s totally single. Your mom won’t resist the urge to find her a husband. That’ll keep her busy for a while.” I tittered.

“That’ll do it. Thank you.” He brought my fingers up to his lips. “I feel like such an asshole. Valentina’s missing, Rebecca’s hiding, scared out of her mind, and all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.”

There it was again, the feeling like all the oxygen was squeezed out of my lungs. I gripped his T-shirt, then ran my fingers from his chest up into his hair. No matter how many times he told he wanted to kiss me, I still expected him to reject me every time I touched him.

“I want that too.” I pressed my mouth to his and mostly landed on his cheek. I’d only kissed one other person. He never made me feel this way. With Wesley everything was a shock of adrenaline and desire to my system. I rose to my knees and adjusted my weight over him. I wanted our bodies to touch. I wanted his warmth.

“Anabelle.” He whispered in my ear, running his teeth along my neck.

When his lips found mine again, he guided me into the kiss, expertly coaxing my tongue to tangle with his. Omigod, he tasted and felt so good. When I came up for air, I realized he’d lowered me to the ground and nestled his hips between my legs. The thin fabric of his joggers didn’t leave much to the imagination. His erection rubbed against me in tandem with the thrust of his tongue. I was sure I was about to burst into flames. If it weren’t for my shorts, we’d be having sex right now.

“Christ, I want you so much.” He puffed out air.

“Me too.” I slipped my hands to his stomach. His hot skin strained over hard muscles under my touch. I didn’t care if we were outside. I gripped the fabric and pulled it over his head. My mouth fell open as he kneeled, his thighs urging my legs to spread wider as he removed his T-shirt.

I could spend the rest of my life trying to capture his perfect abs on my canvas. He placed his hands on my hips while his lustful gaze roamed my face and body. “You are so beautiful.”

“So are you.” I reached for him and brought him down to me. He pressed his body to mine and kissed me again with the same intensity as before, but not as erratic. It was slow and all-consuming. Desire rushed through me and settled at my wet core. I knew being with Wesley would be explosive and hardcore, but this was beyond my wildest imagination.

The buzz along the inside of my leg startled me. For several beats, I didn’t recognize it for what it was, his phone vibrating in his pocket. I pushed at his shoulder. “I think someone’s trying to get ahold of you.”

“I don’t care.” He nibbled on my neck. “You taste so good.”

I reached for his pocket. Oh fuck, he was really hard and big. When he groaned in my ear, I grabbed his mobile and took it out. “It’s Mack.”

“Shit.” He rolled off me, glaring at the screen. The call ended, and he still didn’t move.

“Isn’t he the guy trying to find Charlie again?”

“Yes. Mack’s the one searching for him.” He inhaled, shuffling away from me. “I’m sorry. For a moment, I forgot about everything else.”

“Sorry that you kissed me?” How could he sit there all sweaty and half-naked and tell me that?

“Sorry that I almost…you know.”

Mack’s name appeared on the screen again. “I’ll take it in the house.”

“Take it here. I want to know. Please.” Whatever Mack had to say about my brother, I wanted to know. Even if Charlie hadn’t forgiven me, we could still be a family.

Wesley nodded, tapped the screen, and put Mack on speaker. “Hey, man.”

“About time. I’ve been calling for hours.” Mack’s voice boomed between us.

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