Page 86 of The One I Want
I’ve already given her my whole heart.
It’s scary to think about how fast this woman has weaved her way into my soul. I’ve always wondered about fate and destiny. To me it seemed like a bunch of shit. But knowing that Betsy came into my life exactly at the moment I needed her to, well, put a point in the destiny column.
I feel her shiver beneath me as she tries to tuck herself more into my hold.
“Let’s go in,” I say.
She shakes her head. “I’m not that cold. Plus, inside is loud.”
I laugh, stroking her arms again, causing goosebumps to break out. The sensation only makes her cuddle against me more, and I don’t think she’s trying to turn me on, but fuck if she isn’t. I can’t help it. Betsy is what a woman should be—sexy and confident. Smart. Funny. Compassionate. Caring. And her body? Which is right now trying to wrap around me like a vine? I’d fucking start a war over it.
“Betsy…”
“Hmm?”
“I know you’re just trying to get comfortable, but if you keep that up I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
She doesn't open her eyes; instead the vixen plays innocent despite her chest beginning to rub against me.
“Betsy…”
She continues her torture as her hand slowly slides down me, beginning to stroke me through my pants. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just lying here.”
I suck in a breath, doing my best to control myself. That all goes out the window when her hand slides back down, goes underneath my pants, and begins working every inch of me.
“Dammit, Betsy…”
Two can play at this game. I check the house again, making sure no one is looking at us. No one is. I can see in, but we are tucked away, out of direct viewing. Plus, I’m not taking off any of her clothing. Nope, if this is the game she wants to play, then I’m all for it.
I let my hand travel down her pants, letting my fingers crawl to the spot I’m searching for. I swallow a groan. Fuck…she’s already wet. My fingers easily slide into her center, finding the spot I know will set her off.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her hips grinding into my touch.
“I never said I play nice.”
I curve my finger, which usually makes her scream. Tonight, she holds it in, choosing to bite onto my shirt.
“Wes, I can’t stay quiet.”
“Well, then, we should probably go somewhere where you can scream.”
I yank out my hand so I can quickly pick her up as we run toward the pool house. It’s not the best place for this, but it’s private, and she has a wall to hold onto.
She’s going to need it.
I set her down and shut the door. It’s dark in here, so when I turn around I’m confused as I don’t see the outline of her body. It’s only when I feel her pulling down my pants I realize what she’s doing.
“Betsy.”
The cold air hits me as my sweats fall to the floor, but I’m immediately warmed by her touch.
“I never actually told you congratulations. So this is how I’m going to show you.”
I hit my head against the wall of the pool house, but it’s easy to ignore the pain as the feeling of Betsy’s mouth overwhelms my senses. She takes me all in, her tongue rolling around as I hit the back of her throat.
“Shit…”
That only spurs her on. She picks up her pace, her hand working in tandem with her mouth as she takes me in and out. I grab her hair, needing the balance as she takes me at the perfect pace.
