Page 33 of Weston

“It’s been so long, my love.” He strummed her clit while helping her keep her rhythm, but her control was slipping fast. It was becoming too much, too fast, and her inner muscles began flexing and pulsing around his length. The pressure built until she couldn’t take a moment more of the sweet torture.

“Oh, God…Wes…”

“Come, my love.” His body jerked and she knew he was holding back, waiting for her release.

The intense orgasm hit a moment later and she screamed as pleasure like she’d never known before tore through her. Dropping against his chest, breathing hard, she trembled as though a volt of electricity shot through her body, radiating out each limb, leaving her dazed and satiated.

“Fuck, Ellie. Fuuuuck,” Wes ground out, shuddering beneath her as he climaxed. They both groaned and she clenched around his twitching cock, soaking up every last drop of himself that he emptied into her.

For a long moment, they held onto each other, struggling to catch their breath.

How could I have forgotten this man?she wondered.

???

“Was it always like this between us?” Ellie asked dreamily. They were sitting in the back seat and she was curled up in his arms, exactly where she belonged.

“Always,” he said, pressing a kiss in her flower-scented hair.

He was holding her, probably too tightly, but how could he not? His wife had come back to him after he thought he would never see her again, much less make love to her. Emotions were high, crackling and exploding inside him like a fireworks show. He loved this woman so much, he couldn’t see straight. Or, maybe his vision was blurry because his eyes were filled with unshed tears. He cursed and ground his palms against his eyes.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, turning to look up at him. Her fingers traced along his jawline and he automatically turned his face into her hand, pressing a kiss to her soft palm.

“Believing you were gone destroyed me,” he said softly, “and having you back is also wrecking me, but in the best possible way. You’ve always been my other half and, for the first time in a very long time, I feel whole again. God, I love you. I’m sorry if hearing the words scares you or makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t hide it. My heart beats for you. I breathe for you. You’re my essence, Ellie.”

“Wes…” Tears filled her eyes and she pressed her lips against his, answering him with a kiss because he knew she wasn’t ready to say the words back yet. He didn’t expect her to, either.

Their mouths melded and when they finally pulled apart, Ellie laid her head against his chest where his heart thumped steadily. Wes propped his chin on her head, breathing deeply, completely at peace.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asked.

“I’m the one who’s lucky.” As he dropped more kisses in her hair, his phone began vibrating.

Ellie giggled, wriggling around on his lap. “My butt’s buzzing.”

Wes lifted her up, grabbed his phone wedged against the seat and gave her ass a pinch. She squeaked and batted at him.

“Murphy,” he answered.

“Murph, it’s Brand. The mission is a go. Sorry to cut your trip short, but how soon can you get back here?”

Wes was hoping they’d have tonight—so he could continue reminding Ellie how good they were together—but he knew their trip would be interrupted. “We can leave tonight,” he answered, noticing the way Ellie’s face fell.

“Roger that. Lex and Xander are down in New Orleans now, picking up equipment from Dylan and Hollis. But they’ll be headed back soon.” His voice dropped. “How’s it going with Ellie? Any breakthroughs?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.” His hand caressed Ellie’s leg, gliding up, fingers grazing her inner thigh and moving higher. A soft sigh escaped her lips and her head fell back against his shoulder. “Things are going really well.”

“Glad to hear it. I’ll text you the mission details.”

“Thanks, Brand. See you soon.” After hanging up, Wes began kissing Ellie’s neck while his fingers continued to tease and play. She moaned when he slid two fingers inside her wet heat, thrusting them in and out.

“We have to go?” She rocked against his hand, legs dropping open, giving him better access. His thumb rubbed her swollen clit and she arched up in his lap, whimpering.

“If you want to stay—”

Her entire body tensed. “No. I’m going with you.”

Wes turned her face up and kissed her passionately. He wanted her with him because then he could keep her safe and make sure she was protected at all times. But, had she wanted to stay, he wouldn’t have said no. For better or worse, when it came to Ellie, that word just wasn’t in his vocabulary.

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