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As I parked the truck, I looked at her and saw she meant every word.

"I offered up the bed, and you didn't want to do that. I make you breakfast, and you tell me that it's not needed. I just...I don't know what we're doing, Weslie."

Chapter 15 - April

I could feel tears burning up, and I admitted my fears. It was only a matter of time before we would go our separate ways, and my heart would hurt again. I didn't want that. I was finally feeling normal and didn't want that to end.

My insides twisted up violently as he parked the truck. I knew what came next. He would admit how he was doing this to help my brother and that we should try to distance ourselves. He'd been trying to do it for a while now.

"April, you have no idea how much I want you. How hard it is each day to keep my hands to myself."

I looked at him, stunned. He had said those words before, but I thought he had just told them to make me feel better. He'd said things in front of the guys, and I knew it was because they were there.

"You...you don't mean that."

He reached a hand across, taking mine, and pulled it back. He placed my hand on his pants, and I could feel his cock was hard underneath his jeans. "Trust me, I mean it."

I stared at him, feeling the tears break free. He reached a hand up, wiping at my eyes. "Don't cry, April."

"I can't help it. I don't know where the fake stuff begins and where the real stuff starts. It's confusing."

He leaned forward, placing his forehead against mine. "I know, and I should have said something sooner. It wasn't fair. But god, April. You are all I have ever wanted. I have never wanted anyone else like I've wanted you."

I swallowed, feeling my throat go dry.

"When I left all those years ago, I did it for you. I did it to keep you safe and let you have a childhood, even if it was only for a few years. And since you've been here, you have taken up so much of my mind and my time. The things that I've done to keep myself together."

He wiped my eyes, looking deep into my eyes. "I've had to jerk off countless times just to spend a little time with you because I want to ravish you. I want to bury myself so deep into you there is no part of Iven being there left."

My breath got caught in my throat.

"And I hate how this all happened, but I have you now and don't want to lose you. All of this has been real for me. And when you said you regretted sex, I was trying to keep my distance because I was already hanging on by a thread."

He pulled me into his lap directly on top of his dick. "You have been the only person I have wanted like this, April. I am constantly hard for you."

He placed his hand on my hip, grinding slightly against me. The friction was enough, and my breath hitched.

He reached a hand down, curling his fingers on my clit. It pulsed, and I grabbed his shirt. "This right here is what I want. I want you panting my name, begging for me to love you."

He pulled his hand back and kissed me. I leaned into it, wanting him too badly. "Please," I whimpered.

Weslie pulled his hand back, and I rocked against him. I rode his fingers, feeling my stomach tighten up.

He kissed my collarbone, his fingers working like magic against my clit. And it hit me. The orgasm took over my body, and I moaned his name.

"This," he purred against my ear. "Is just one of the few things I have dreamed about, April. I want to fuck you in stalls and the truck. I want to lift your dress at the fire station and in the fire truck. I want to fuck you in front of Sandy and bring you home and fuck you again in the bed."

I stared at him, seeing the lust in his eyes. "And the bed...god, I want to die you down and keep you there for days. I want to have you crying my name, covering yourself all over the sheets, and then sleep in them so I smell you all night long."

Even as he said those words, I stared at the bags under his eyes. Weslie would do anything for me. And he was giving up good sleep to do so.

I cupped his face. "Can you do something for me tonight?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Sleep in the bed. Actually, sleep. Just hold me and sleep."

He looked almost relieved by my words. "You don't want to have sex?"

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