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He placed his lips against that particularly sensitive spot just under her ear. "I promise to spend all night making you happy."
"You already make me happy, West."
He was suddenly harder against her, and she gasped at the heavy thickness.
"You like it when I call you West."
She put an emphasis on the nickname and hissed when his teeth nipped at her earlobe.
Tracy giggled and that made her laugh even harder. "Is this something that happens when your team calls you-"
Weston picked her up and walked her into the bathroom, turning on the shower with his elbow.
Tracy narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you doing?"
He leaned in and kissed her before stepped into the warm rush of water. "I am going to make the most of the next five minutes by showing you what happens whenyoucall me West. Nothing like this happens when my team does."
"Oh yeah?" She kissed him back, her nervous stomach forgotten for a moment as he made the most of those five minutes... and stretched it into ten, only stopping when they heard the doorbell.
WEST
Weston opened the door, his hair still wet from the shower a few minutes after the doorbell started to ring for the second set.
Seamus Fagan was standing on his doorstep with what looked like a few brown grocery bag full of food.
"Chief."
"Maybe we shouldn't use ranks today."
Weston nodded in agreement. "Sounds good."
He opened the door and gestured toward the table.
"Come on in. Can I help you with anything?"
Seamus shook his head. "No need. I can carry this. I'm notthatold yet."
Weston closed the door after him and walked with him toward the table. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Seamus held up his other hand. "I have coffee. This'll be enough for now."
Weston nodded. "I have a pot brewed if you want more."
Seamus set the brown paper bag down on the table and looked around not-so-subtly. "Where's Tracy?"
"She's getting dressed."
Seamus narrowed his eyes at West, lifting his gaze to his hair. "Do I want to know what you two were up to a few minutes ago when I was ringing the doorbell?"
"Nope! That's not a question you want to ask and not one I want to answer."
Tracy's appearance both saved Weston from the answer and also damned him as well.
She looked freshly dressed and freshly showered, too.
Seamus' gaze turned murderous. "West?"
Tracy started to laugh then and Weston, remembering their 'talk' felt his whole face go red.
