Page 46 of Swift and Saddled

“So needy,” he said. “Those city boys don’t know how to fuck you right, do they?” I shook my head. Pressure was building inside me, and it felt so foreign. I couldn’t take itanymore—I brought my hands up to Wes’s face and pulled his lips to mine.

He kissed me hard and steady, his tongue dipping into my mouth as his fingers pushed inside me. My breath started to come faster, and my hips started to roll of their own accord. His thumb brushed my clit, and I moaned, a breathy “Yes” falling from my lips.

“Help me make you come like this, Ada. Tell me what you need to come with my fingers buried inside of you.” I didn’t know. I’d never come like this—never during foreplay and never during sex. The heat making its way down my spine was unfamiliar to me, and all I wanted him to do was just keep going. I was desperate to see where this would go.

I was about to tell him as much when we were both jolted out of our lust trance by the sound of the microwave going off.

My life was a joke.

Wes, who reacted a lot faster than me, reached up and opened the microwave to make the beeping stop. Then he slumped over, laying his head against my shoulder.

Both of us were breathing heavily, but we could still hear footsteps coming down the hallway opposite ours. Wes turned, and he was broad enough to block me from view—at least that’s what I hoped as I pushed the strap of my tank top back onto my shoulder—especially in the dark.

“Weston?” Amos’s groggy voice came from the hall. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Dad,” he said. He was trying to mask his heavy breathing but wasn’t doing a great job. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“It’s fine. Everything okay?” Amos yawned.

“Yep,” Wes said. “Needed a snack, so just making some popcorn.”

“All right, well, keep it down.” Amos’s voice was getting farther away as he walked back down his hall. “You don’t want to wake Ada.”

“No, we definitely wouldn’t want that,” Wes said under his breath, and I stifled a giggle. This was the second time Wes and I had been interrupted. I didn’t know what it was about him that made me revert to a horny teenager who threw all caution to the wind, but I liked it. I liked feeling the rush of joy that came from being around him. “Good night, Dad,” he said a little louder.

“Night,” Amos said.

When he was sure his dad was gone, Wes turned back to me. He was smiling, and my heart thundered in my chest again. He leaned in and kissed my temple, and I reveled in how intimate it felt.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let me walk you to bed.” I was about to tell Wes that I wasn’t tired, but instead of those words coming out of my mouth, a yawn escaped.

It looked like I had been successfully cockblocked by Amos Ryder.

Damn.

Wes grabbed my popcorn out of the microwave and helped me off the counter. My legs were wobbly, which made Wes laugh softly. “Shut up,” I said as I elbowed him in the ribs.

He walked me to my room, and we stopped outside my door.

“Do you”—I couldn’t believe I was saying this, I had to look down at the floor to get it out—“want to come in?” I peeked up at him. He looked conflicted.

“Not tonight,” he said finally.

“But another night?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes,” he said immediately. Another kiss on my temple. “Another night.”

I nodded—that was probably best. “Good night, Wes.”

“Good night, Ada.”

Chapter 18

Wes

Before last night, I had a leash on my attraction to Ada. I could walk past her in her overalls and not have the urge to push her against the nearest wall and show her exactly what she did to me.

Not anymore.

---