Page 109 of Wild Eyes
“You know what?” I cut her off. “Forget I asked. I don’t want to hear about that.”
I reach behind her and soap her back. Her ass.
“Are you jealous, Weston?” She has a playful gleam in her eye.
I chuckle at that. “If I had ten grand to spend on fucking your exes over, I would.”
“They wouldn’t bid.”
She says it so matter-of-factly. I hate it. I hate that for her.
“I would bid on you every time,” I say, crouching down and pressing a kiss to her stomach before soaping her legs. Her ankles. I swipe a hand over her pussy, and she hisses.
“Sore?” I ask, pushing up to standing.
“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking your massive pole for the last couple of hours.”
“Massive pole,” I muse, soaping myself. “That has a very lyrical ring to it. You should put it in a song.”
“Yeah, yeah. Take your victory lap.”
“I’m sorry. Would you prefer I pull out an acoustic guitar and serenade you? I could cry a little at the beauty of what we shared on the hood of my truck?”
She’s full-on laughing now. “I’ve actually had both those things happen to me.”
I reach for the shampoo, shaking my head with a grin on my face as it pours out of the bottle. The scent of rosemary and mint fills the shower. “Those assholes should have been washing your hair and treating you like a princess, not crying with their instruments.” With my empty hand, I twirl my finger in a spinning motion. “Now turn.”
She blinks a few times, like she can’t process this pampering. “You know, I was jealous of that horse the first day I saw you washing her.”
I bark out a laugh at that.This woman. “Well, today is your lucky day, then. You get the full training package.”
I see the tail end of a smile as she turns in place. But she lets me wash her hair. Condition it too. We stay in the shower, quiet and contemplative, until the warm water runs cool. And when we step out, I slather her in lotion, walk her to my king-size bed, and watch her eyes drift shut in a matter of minutes.
I watch her sleep for I don’t know how long. I think, and I think, and I overthink. I sneak out only to do the night check,and then I come back to her. Naked. In mybed. It seems surreal. It seems too good to be true. So I decide to soak it up for as long as I’ve got it.
My hands reach for her under the covers, and hers reach back for me. We spend the night naked and tangled up in each other.
Clinging to one another.
And I don’t know how it happened so quickly, so out of the blue, but Skylar feels integral to me. It’s inexplicable—cellular.
All I know is that she and I were meant to meet on that road.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SKYLAR
BREAKING NEWS: Skylar Stone declares that Weston Belmont has a “massive pole.”
“Can you grab that?”West calls to me from the kitchen as I make my way down the stairs, trying for what feels like the hundredth time to get my hair into a passable ponytail. Between the showers and the bed and all the fucking, it feels like a rat’s nest.
“On it.” I grin as I hit the main floor and take him in. He’s shirtless in the kitchen, making what he referred to as to as “breakfast grilled cheese.” He brought me coffee in bed, though it’s no longer hot since bringing me coffee turned into bringing me another orgasm.
With my lukewarm coffee in hand and West’s shirt of me over a pair of sleep shorts, I answer the front door.
And come face-to-face with an older woman I don’t know, but who is staring at me like she recognizes me just fine.
“Oh, look at you.” She claps her hands together and smiles. “You even have the same shirt as West. How lovely.”
