Page 55 of Wasted Memories
She licked her lips before speaking, hunger in her eyes. “I want you, Wesley.”
I grabbed her legs behind her knees, holding onto her as I slid inside her. Inch by glorious inch, I buried my cock deep in her warm, soaking wet pussy. She kept her eyes on me as I pulled out, only to push back into her slow and steady. The pace was like ecstasy and misery all at once, my cock aching to go faster and harder. I groaned, keeping my control as I bottomed out in her.
I watched her grip on the sheets tighten as her head fell back against the bed, her eyes fluttering shut as I picked up the pace. A light sweat broke out against my back as my cock throbbed inside of her. I never wanted this feeling to end and the way she was clenched around me told me she didn’t either.
I let go of her legs, leaning back over her to suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she muttered. I grabbed her hands and brought them above her head, holding them there with my hands. She gasped as I flicked my tongue against her nipple again. Picking up my pace, she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer to her. I released her tit from my mouth, dragging kisses up her neck until I reached her mouth. My mouth closed over hers as she moaned, my cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of her.
Her legs clenched as she gripped my cock, her back arching against me as another orgasm rippled through her. I thrust into her faster, pleasure surging through me as I let go, burying myself as far inside her as I could go. Emerson was fucking ecstasy, and I knew I'd never be able to give her up after this. As the pleasure ebbed, I rested my forehead on her shoulder, leaving small kisses on her skin. I pulled out of her, adjusting myself so I was lying next to her, and she curled into my side, laying her cheek on my chest as our breathing evened out.
I never would have thought after laying eyes on her for the first time that she’d be in my bed like this. She deserved to feel good tonight after everything today threw at her. We’d worry about that later.
We. I’d help her through all of this in any way that I could. If she wanted to dig deeper into her father’s death, I’d support her. It seemed like most people in her life were always going against what she wanted so as to not inconvenience themselves, but she’d never be an inconvenience to me. She was the spark I didn’t know I needed at this time in my life, and I’d do anything to keep that spark lit.
Chapter Thirty Two
Emerson
Idefinitelyneededmynotepad to take orders today. I'd messed up my first two tables’ orders when all I could think about was Wesley’s tongue devouring me. I felt like a scatterbrain, trying to keep up with orders and cleaning tables and remembering the extra sauces or napkins diners asked for.
My mind was hazy with the need to get back home and jump on Wesley. Every spare second I had, my mind wound up imagining him with his face between my legs, his beard scraping deliciously against my inner thighs.
“You look like you could use a drink.”
Jumping out of my thoughts, I turned to see Jessica, who had come up beside me at the kitchen window. “Something like that.”
A smile bloomed on her lips. “I’m going to need all the details.”
“Is it that obvious?" I pressed my palms to my cheeks, feeling how warm they were.
Jessica cocked her head. “You want to go out with me and Stella tonight?”
All I wanted to do was get off work and have a repeat of last night with Wesley, but I also hadn’t hung out with them in a while. I could use some girl time. I grabbed the plates RJ set on the lip of the window and smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
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My shift dragged by, so when I saw that it was finally five o’clock, I was relieved. My entire shift, I pushed any thoughts of my father away. Thinking of Wesley helped, but I’d have to confront my feelings about his death and the secrets my mother kept from me head on at some point. I didn’t know what to feel about any of it. I never really knew the man, but he was my father. Without him, I never would have even existed.
It felt like I could process his passing easier than I could handle the fact that my mother lied to me and Ross our whole lives. Maybe she didn’t tell us because he didn’t want her to, or maybe she didn’t want us to know who he really was. Maybe she thought us knowing about him would hurt more than not knowing him at all.
I could make excuses, try to find reasons for why she didn’t tell us, or I could ask her. I’d be stuck in my head forever trying to figure out why she did what she did if I didn’t ask her upfront.
I didn’t know if she’d tell me if I asked, though. She'd hid details for so long, what was stopping her from hiding more?
I untied my apron, tossing it in my locker as I grabbed my phone. Closing the metal locker, I headed out the back door of the break room. There was a slight chill to the humid air, but not enough to bother me without a coat.
I was about to text Wesley that I was off work when I rounded the corner and saw him leaning up against a small car. I looked at him, then the car, then him again, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“That’s.. Not your car?” Where was his truck?
“It is. Well, technically it’s not.” A smile grew on his face as he tossed the keys up and down in his hand. “It’s yours.”
“What?” This had to be a prank. A car? He hadn’t even fully furnished his house yet and he bought me a car?
“It’s a little old but runs great. I figured you were getting tired of asking for rides or walking in the damn rain.”
I was frozen in place as he ambled over to me, standing by my side to face the vehicle. My gaze darted between him and the car again, at a loss for words.
