Page 51 of Salvation

Blake

His hands tangle in my hair. My hands trail down his chest. This kiss…It’s not sweet or romantic. It’s bruising. It’s hurried. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other. Can’t get close enough.

Running away has always been easier than facing the alternative, but being here? On this porch? I can’t fathom why I ever ran from it in the first place. From him. We may have been kids, but maybe it would have been different if I had just stayed. So many what-ifs. I pull back, panting from the heat and lack of oxygen. “Elain’s inside…I can’t…We can’t.”

He pulls back, too, just far enough that he’s still gently brushing his lips against mine.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

“What…what about Brittany?

“What about her?” He looks at me like I just asked him to commit arson.

“I thought…”

“We went ononedate.” He interrupts me. “One. And I’ll never make that mistake again.” He looks so disgusted at the idea that I let a laugh burst from my chest.

“Thank god.” I sigh and tilt my chin to look up at him. “I suppose I can squeeze you in after Haden, after all.”

That earns me a little growl and nip on my bottom lip, and I giggle in response. Once we’ve put enough space between us, I motion a hand between us. “What does this mean, then?”

“It means we stop pretending like we don’t feel whatever this is between us. We don’t have to label it, not if you don’t want to. But let’s just see where it takes us.”

I give him a small smile. “That…that I can do.”

Chapter 52

Wesley

“Blake?” I call out. She doesn’t answer, but the doors propped open, so I assume it's safe to let myself in. But a man’s voice I don’t recognize stops me dead.

“You like having your mouth fucked, baby? Is this making you wet?”

The man’s voice filters out from her speaker that I spot sitting on the kitchen island. Erotic and filthy words continue to spew from the speaker, and soon another voice, a woman’s voice, joins the audio. My eyes bounce to where Blake stands slack-jawed, having dropped the small bag she was carrying. She screeches, “Oh god!” and runs toward the speaker.

“Please, please cover your ears.” Embarrassment coats her tone. The pink flush all over her cheeks and chest makes me want to put her on her knees and reenact the whole scene just to keep it there. She manages to turn it off after a second and whirls around to look at me.“Thatneverhappened.” She huffsand points a finger at me, brushing a piece of hair back that fell onto her face.

Once my shock has washed away, all I can focus on is the matching tiny little top and grey shorts that she’s wearing. They do nothing to cover her ass or her perfect tits that are on full display. “I have a feeling youwon’twant me to forget that, sweetheart.” I say as I let my eyes devour her.

She drops her finger. “I hate you.” She mutters. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

“I texted you.”

“I didn’t see it, then.” She slaps her hand against her head, and the slight jump it creates causes her tits to bounce. Once she catches my gaze on them and realizes what she’s wearing, she crosses her arms. “You could have knocked!”

“Door was open.” I chirp back.

She squints her eyes at me, a little less embarrassed and more of a challenge swimming in those brown pools. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed.” She bends down to pick up the bag she dropped.

I smirk. "Sure you don’t want to wrap up your book? I don’t mind waiting for you to finish.”

She then hurls the bag at my head, and my laughter follows her into the bathroom. Such a violent little thing.

“Where are we going?” Blake hollers from the small room after a few minutes. I walk around her living room, looking at some of the pictures sitting on her fireplace mantel.

“Just wear something comfy.” I call back.

“That’s helpful.” I can hear her roll her eyes from here. I pick up a picture of her and her friend, Vivienne. How happy and content they look holding up their diplomas together brings a smile to my face. Vivienne really does look a hell of a lot like Whitney.

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