Page 36 of Weston

“I shouldn’t have let you go. It was too dangerous.”

Ellie scoffed. “I may not remember much, but I’m pretty sure denying me the thing I love to do, my job, would only have resulted in a huge fight. You can’t keep me tucked away or taped up in bubble wrap. Things are going to happen. And they’re not always going to be good. That’s life. It gets messy and scary and sometimes it rips your heart out.”

He narrowed his eyes, not liking her response one little bit. “It’s my job to prevent as much of that as possible. To protect you.”

“You’re an amazing protector,” she told him, reaching up and cupping his face. “I know you will always keep me safe, Wes.”

His stomach clenched and the knowledge that he hadn’t been able to keep her safe before was a nasty reminder that it could happen again.

Over my dead body,he thought as he grabbed her, his mouth crashing against hers. No one was going to hurt her again.

The kiss was more rough than he intended, but a wildness surged up inside him. The urge to claim her, mark her as his. He wanted his wife, on her back, perfect thighs spread open as he thrust inside her hot core.

Scooping her up into his arms, Wes turned back toward the jungle and Ellie squealed.

“Wes! What’re you doing?”

“Finding a secluded spot to fuck my wife,” he stated bluntly.

Her eyes widened before she tossed her head back and laughed. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m very serious.”

Once they reached the cover of the dense jungle, he turned her body, wrapping her legs around his waist, and captured her mouth in a demanding kiss that made his intentions crystal clear. Her arms wound around his neck and he pushed her back against a palm tree. Holding her face in his hands, he drank deeply, savoring her sweet taste. His hips rocked forward and she sighed into his mouth as their tongues tangled.

“I love when you make those sounds. Telling me you need me.” He trailed his tongue down along her jaw and licked her neck.

“I do need you.” She ground her hips, rubbing herself against his straining cock. “When I’m with you, I feel whole. You make me feel alive and more like myself, how I once was…how I want to be again.”

Shoving a hand between their bodies, he managed to undo her jean shorts and slide his hand down into her panties. “So wet,” he murmured, tracing her seam then plunging two fingers into her slick pussy. Ellie arched, whimpering as he moved them, finding the right rhythm and pressure.

“Wes…please…” Need and desire edged her breathy voice as she clamped down around his fingers. He felt her inner muscles begin to pulse and his cock throbbed, desperate to be inside of her.

“Come for me, my love.” He worked her clit and her head dropped back against the tree, her lower body moving against his hand.

“I want you inside me. Now,” she demanded. “Don’t hold back. Give me everything.”

“Almost,” he promised, watching the raw desire wash over her gorgeous face. Her mouth dropped open and she gasped, her entire body shaking hard as the orgasm hit. It was beautiful to watch her lose control and know her pleasure was because of him. Once she lifted her head and met his gaze, he carefully set her feet on the ground. “Take your shorts off.”

While Ellie hurriedly stepped out of her shorts and panties, Wes lowered his pants and boxer briefs enough to release his aching dick. His need was a fierce beast and his hands shook as he grabbed Ellie and lifted her up again. Her wetness touchedhis tip and she wrapped herself around him, clinging tightly as he grasped his cock and lined their bodies up.

“Hurry,” she pleaded and bit his shoulder.

Wes surged up, gliding into her slick heat, then retreated. His hips pumped, filling her then nearly pulling all the way out before sinking into her welcoming body again. Ellie cried out, squeezing her thighs around him, moving with him. As he plunged deeper, one word filled his passion-addled brain: home.

Their mouths slammed together, devouring each other, and Wes groaned when her nails dug into his shoulders. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t see straight. All he could do in that moment was feel. Feel her sweet pussy clenching around his cock, milking him hard. Feel her nails scraping along his skin. Feel her teeth nipping at his neck between kisses. And feel a love so goddamn fierce it nearly knocked him over.

He was hanging on by a thread, on the verge of losing control, when Ellie cried his name and her pussy spasmed around his throbbing cock. Once she came, Wes erupted inside her, spilling his seed, shuddering hard. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, hips still pumping, emptying every last drop. Savoring their connection, making it last as long as possible.

“Christ,” he groaned. Twenty-eight years and he still couldn’t get enough of her. Lifting her away from the tree trunk, he ran his hands down her back and felt scratches. “Are you okay?”

She gave him a wicked smile. “I love when you lose control like that.”

He arched a brow. “Rough can be good.”

“Sooo good,” she murmured, melting against him.

“Slow can be pretty amazing, too.” He flicked his tongue against her ear and she let out a shaky breath. “Slow…dragging…thrusts. The kind that hit you right where you need.”

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