Page 26 of Weston

He released her breast, running his fingers down over the soft curve of her stomach. She was forty-six and fucking perfection in every way. Her legs dropped open, inviting him to continue his exploration, and he squeezed her thigh before brushing his fingers through the soft triangle of hair between her legs. Tracing her slit, prodding gently with his index finger, he heard her breathing grow harsher. Hell, so had his.

“I’ve missed touching you. So damn much.” His husky voice echoed around them. He slid a finger inside her and his thumb found her clit, rubbing it just the way he knew she liked. She made a strangled sound, reached over and grabbed his arm. Her nails dug into his forearm and he smiled.

Plunging a second finger into her slick pussy, he thrust them in and out, keeping steady pressure on her clit. Her hips lifted, causing water to splash over the side. Shifting his position, Wes threaded his fingers through her wet hair, yanked her head back and slammed his mouth down against hers, still working her sweet, pulsating pussy with his other hand. His tongue and fingers fucked her in unison, and Ellie gasped into his mouth.

“That’s right, come for me, my love,” he encouraged her. Her body thrashed as her orgasm swept over her, and Wes bit down on her lip, feeling the vibration of her cries against his mouth as he continued kissing her. Her inner muscles tightened, trying to draw his fingers deeper, and he wished it was his cock inside her instead. But now that he had her back in his arms, he wasn’t going to rush her. No fucking way.

“Ohhh, God…” She was breathing hard and her eyes fluttered open.

His mouth edged up at the slightly dazed look on her face. Their gazes locked and, like always, he could happily get lost in her beautiful, vibrant eyes forever. No one had ever had a hold on him like his Ellie. As far as he was concerned, she could rule his heart, mind and body—do whatever she wanted with them. It all belonged to her, anyway. Always had.

I love you.He wanted to say the words, but he didn’t dare. She was still too fragile, too unsure and lost.

“I wish you’d climb in here with me.” She released her hold on his forearm and her hand headed toward dangerous territory. Her fingers glided over the front of his cargo pants, exploring his massive erection, and it was pure torture. He captured her wrist, lifted it and pressed a kiss against the daisy tattoo, cherishing the strong and steady beat of her pulse against his lips.

His wife was alive. So beautifully, wonderfully, vibrantly alive.

“I’d like that,” he rasped, “but next time.” After releasing her hand, he stood up, grabbed a big, fluffy towel and held it open for her. Ellie grabbed the edge of the tub, pulled herself up and stepped out and into the towel and his embrace.

Wes wrapped her up and pressed a kiss against her head.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. You dry off and get dressed.” She nodded her head against his bare chest. Then she pulled back and looked up at him.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He hesitated then gave in. “You can do whatever you want, Ellie.”

Yeah, he’d never been very good at denying her.

???

Once she’d dried off and changed into her pajamas, Ellie walked down the hall to Wes’ room and peeked inside. The sound of the shower came from his bathroom and, though a part of her was tempted to go in there and join him, she hesitated. She didn’t want to disturb his privacy or make him feel vulnerable in any way.

So, instead, she headed to the kitchen and rifled around through his cupboards and fridge, putting some food together. Cheese, salami, crackers, fruit. She also found some chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of wine. Hell, she felt like celebrating. Wes had just given her the only orgasm she could remember and, dear God, he knew exactly how she liked being touched. Shehadn’t even been able to get herself off that quickly over the past year and a half. It’s like the man had magic fingers.God only knew what his cock was capable of,she thought as a little shiver swept through her body.

They were definitely making progress. She’d take fragments of memories over nothing any day. Hopefully, the more time she spent with him, the more she’d remember. Putting everything onto a tray, she carried it to Wes’ room, stepping inside just as he hopped out of the bathroom, wearing only a pair of shorts.

Ellie’s gaze dipped and she saw he’d removed his prosthetic. Empathy swelled within her, but she didn’t feel sorry for him. No, she was proud of him and how he’d managed to overcome what must’ve been the darkest time of his life. A flash of vulnerability swept over his face and Ellie smiled brightly, hoping to put him at ease.

“I brought us some snacks.”

He nodded, continuing his awkward hop over to the bed, and her heart ached for him. She couldn’t begin to imagine how hard it must’ve been for him to adapt to his injury and she felt bad that she couldn’t remember any of it. Despite wanting to ask him about it, she hesitated. Would he pull away and close off?

He just had his fingers inside you, Ellie. I think you’re allowed to ask him a few personal questions.

They sat down on the bed together and Ellie popped a grape into her mouth, considering how to broach the subject of his leg.

As though reading her mind, Wes said, “You can ask me anything, Ellie. Nothing is off-limits.”

She cleared her throat and shifted on the mattress. “I can’t imagine what you went through after getting shot. Will you tell me more?”

He nodded, stacking salami and cheese on a cracker. “We were in Iraq on a mission when we ran into hostile forces. Three enemy rounds shattered my lower leg. I remember going down, face-planting in the dirt, but didn’t really feel any pain at first. I figured it couldn’t be too bad and managed to crawl behind a truck for cover, all the while firing back at the enemy. That’s when Corey came over and the look on his face…I finally looked down at my leg and it was shredded. Just a mangled mess.”

“God.”

“Medical did the best they could, but I was losing a lot of blood fast. They ended up calling in a helo and evac’d me. The doctors couldn’t save my lower leg and amputated it at the knee. I was lucky it didn’t get infected or they would’ve had to keep cutting more off.”

Her world grew blurry from the sheen of tears covering her eyes and she did her best to blink them away. Guilt washed over her for making him relive those moments. Then frustration consumed her when she thought of how his world had crashed down all over again after he thought she’d died. “You’re so brave,” she whispered.

---