Page 55 of The One I Want
“Then fucking yell, Wes,” I say as I stand up. “Yell to no one. Yell to everyone. Get it out. Here, I’ll yell with you.”
He stops and stares. “You will?”
“Sure,” I say. “I believe that everyone needs a good yell and a good cry once a month—to cleanse the system.”
He looks again to his parents’ house. “My mom is going to be so pissed.”
“I’ll smooth it over,” I say. “Plus, she should have known better when she told Oliver that you guys could drink in her backyard.”
“Okay,” he says.
“On the count of three.”
“One,” we say together. “Two….Three!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
We yell together as loud as we can. I hear every ounce of pain and anger being let out of his system. Hell, I’m right there with him. I spent twenty minutes with the woman and I need to yell it out.
We both stop, gasping for breath, when I hear a door open behind me.
“What on Earth was that?”
I turn to see Wes’s mom standing on her front porch, robe wrapped around her.
“We were yelling out our feelings, Mrs. Taylor. Sorry!”
“It’s okay, my dear,” Peggy says. “You two have a good night!”
And just like that, she shuts the door and goes back inside.
I love that woman.
When I turn back to look at Wes, his gaze nearly knocks me on my ass. I thought the night we almost kissed my body was going to catch on fire from his stare, but that night has nothing on this. I can say for certain a man has never looked at me with this much desire in his eyes. A girl would remember that for as long as she lives.
And I’ll tell you this: I will never forget how Wes Taylor is looking at me right now.
“Betsy.”
His voice is gravelly as he takes my hand and pulls me to him. We are mere inches apart. He smells of beer, cologne, and bonfire. Everything clenches in me as he wets his lips, looking down at me like I’m everything he has ever wanted.
“I thought you said we shouldn’t do this?”
He doesn’t budge. He doesn’t hesitate. There is not one ounce of indecision coming from him right now.
“I know what I said. I also know I’d be a damn fool if I thought anything could stop me from kissing you right now.”
He takes his other hand and grabs the back of my neck, bringing me in for a kiss that I immediately feel from my head to my toes.
I can’t help but respond. I open my mouth slightly, which he takes within seconds. His hand lets go of mine, only to wrap around my waist so he can bring me in even closer. There isn’t a breath between us. I can feel every inch of him.
Every…single…inch…
His body is hard, and not just his growing cock. His arms are muscular and defined. His scruff feels exactly how I thought it would—rough at first, but leaving you wanting to feel it all over your body. His touch is demanding. Just like his kiss. This is a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.
Good, because I want him. All of him.
But not tonight. Not like this.
