Page 74 of The One I Want
I never considered myself a dirty guy, or kinky, for that matter. I’ve heard some of the things Simon has done in his life, and by that standard, I am definitely vanilla. But one night with Betsy has unlocked a safe of desires I didn’t even know I was guarding. I want her in every room. On every surface. I want her anywhere I can have her and in every way.
“Wes,” she pants out, her hands now exactly where I wanted them. She’s rubbing herself like she can’t help it. It’s fucking sexy. “I need you.”
I grip her hips and flip her over. “Ask and you shall receive.”
I fling her legs on my shoulders and hammer into her, knowing that she needs this fast and hard. So do I.
“Fuck! Wes!”
Hearing my name yelled like that sends me into the stratosphere. I think I black out as I fall to the bed. I roll over, but only because I don’t know if I can breathe if I stay face down.
I shut my eyes for a second, only to be jostled awake by a banging on the front door. I turn to look at the time and it says two o’clock.
Shit.
“Betsy,” I whisper, shaking her awake.
She rubs her nose in my chest, slowly blinking open. “Hmm?”
I kiss her forehead. “Someone’s at the door.”
She doesn’t react for a second, which isn’t good considering I can’t get up if she’s laying on me. Then it hits her. And when it does, she nearly kicks me as she makes her dismount.
“Oh, shit! It’s your mother. It has to be. Oh God. This is bad. She can’t catch me violating her son two days in a row!”
I laugh, giving her one more kiss as I sit up. “Considering she volunteered to watch the kids, I’m pretty sure she knew what you were about to do to me.”
“Doesn’t make it better.”
I swing my legs out of bed. “You get dressed. I’ll go answer it and keep the kids out.”
Her eyes grow wide. “The kids! They kids can’t see me! What do we tell them when they ask why I’m here?”
I smile leaning back in for another kiss. “We tell them exactly why. Because today’s the day. We’re coming clean.”
Chapter28
Betsy
Shit,shit, shit…fuck, fuck, fuck…
I have done the walk of shame plenty of times in my life. Hell, one year I did it after Halloween, leaving me to walk home as the slutty cop. It wasn’t my finest moment.
Then again, I’ve never donethe walkin front of children and my boyfriend’s mother.
Oh my God. Wes Taylor is my boyfriend! When did that happen?
I lean down into the sink and splash one more handful of cold water onto my face. I dry it, doing my best not to get the shirt I borrowed from Wes wet. I couldn’t wear my clothes from the night before because they are still on the patio. I wasn’t about to put back on my panties. So here I am, in a Fury t-shirt, Fury sweatpants, my hair thrown up on the top of my head with a hair tie I think is Emerson’s, about to go downstairs and face his mother and children with sex written all over me.
Maybe the slutty cop wasn’t so bad.
“You got this,” I say. “Now don’t fuck it up.”
With one more breath I exit the bathroom and slowly walk out of Wes’s room. As I approach the stairs, I hear the voices getting louder. I take a few steps down and see the three of them are sitting on the couch, all talking a mile a minute. Well, everyone except for Peggy. She’s sitting opposite of Wes in one of the chairs, smiling as she watches her son and grandkids.
Just as I get to the bottom of the staircase, Magnolia sees me and jumps off the couch to give me a hug.
“Betsy’s here!”
