Page 105 of Descent

His mouth flattens into a thin line as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Maybe,” he admits, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

I nod. Thought so.

“Shouldn’t the guys be back? Where is Liam?” I ask, suddenly feeling an intense sense of paranoia.

“Liam is upstairs, working on his essay that’s due tomorrow. The guys have only been gone for two hours. I expect them to be gone for longer than that. You need to relax.”

“How can I relax? Everything is so fucked,” I snap, tossing my hands out by my sides before letting out a rough breath. “I’m sorry,” I say softer this time. “I’m scared, confused, and desperate to know what is going on. I’m so tired of living on edge, and now that this clearly involves my mom in some way, I just…I need answers.”

He nods. “I know, we’re trying. We’re close. You’ve been so strong through all of this, just trust us? Hang in there a little longer.”

“Why should I?”

“Excuse me?” he asks.

“Trust you? I mean, of course I trust the guys, but you…you don’t owe me anything. Why are you even here?”

Wesley frowns at that. Slowly, he stands, rounding the kitchen island before coming toe to toe with me. He looks down at me, tilting his head to the side so he can hold my gaze more easily.

“Why do you think I’m here, little one?”

I swallow roughly, butterflies that have no business existing begin fluttering through me at the nickname.

“Out of loyalty to Ronan, right?” I ask, wetting my lips as I do.

Wesley’s blue eyes snap down to the movement, tracking it slowly before they come back up to my own.

“If my loyalty to Ronan was in the forefront of my mind, I wouldn’t be standing inches away from the woman he loves, thinking all the things that I currently am.”

My heart thuds out of rhythm, and I find myself speaking before I can stop myself.

“What are you thinking?”

He watches me for a moment or two before lifting his hand to cup my jaw. The feel of his calloused hand against my skin sends a delicious shudder running through me as my breath upticks.

“You really want to know? Once I tell you, there won’t be any going back for either of us.”

My eyes move back and forth between his, not sure where to settle when he closes the distance between us. If I wanted to stop it, he gave me enough of a delay, but I don’t move a muscle.

When his lips touch mine, my stomach flips and my pulse races. The soft, pillowy feel of him against me has me wanting to sink into him and never come up for air. His tongue peeks out, swiping against my own once as his hand tightens on my jaw. He pulls away too soon for my liking, resting his forehead against my own as his chest heaves.

“That. That’s what I’ve been thinking about. Every minute of every day since I laid my eyes on you.”

“Wesley,” I whimper breathily.

“I know, little one. I know. Even if we only exist in this moment, I’ll take it. A stolen moment with you is worth a lifetime with anyone else.”

He dives back in, either because he doesn’t want to have to hear me reject him or he just can’t help himself. Either way, I can honestly say I’m not mad about it, which probably makes me a terrible person.

This kiss is more passioned, less gentle. His teeth nip against my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth as his hands run up and down my body. They settle beneath my ass, lifting me into the air and resting me on the edge of the island. My legs part instinctively, and he steps between them, burying his hand into the back of my hair as he pulls slightly, deepening the kiss as our tongues tangle.

All of the feelings I’ve attempted to push away for Wesley, come rushing into me like a freight train. Every stolen look,accidental touch, melt-worthy word. Every single moment overwhelms me, and all I can find myself able to do is wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life.

His mouth tears away from my own, peppering my face and neck with kisses as he slowly lowers me to lay on top of the island. He plasters his body against mine, the feel of his hardening cock grinding against my pussy as he thrusts forward once.

I’m so lost in this, in him, that I don’t hear Liam come into the room. At least not until I look to see him sitting at a bar stool, stroking his cock as he watches Wesley and I. Wesley seems to notice him in the same moment, his body stilling and mouth pulling away from me.

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