Page 104 of Fight For Us
“Before you argue, she wanted to help. I see you biting your lips.”
Damn, he caught me. “I hate bugging people. She has her own life and plans, I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re never a burden. Come on, let’s go home.” He kissed me lightly and held my hand while we said bye to Kelly and everyone else, thanking them for their help.
My stomach churned as I left, knowing I was once again relying on others, even though Kelly genuinely smiled at us, a rare occasion for her. But like Wes said, we needed to talk and reconnect. Hash out our issues and figure out a plan to get Lilly home. This time I’d try to be grateful for the support we had instead of dwelling on my uncomfortable feelings.
“So, which phone number should I store?” I asked once we got in Wes’s car.
He laughed. “Actually, I have no idea. Might need your help figuring that out.”
“You’re a hot mess, Wes. Ooh, that rhymed. Hot Mess Wes. I like it.” I teased him until he looked at me with a smirk.
“Keep going… The more you tease me, the more I’ll tease you.” My cheeks heated as he dropped his palm onto the top of my thigh, curling his fingers against my inner thigh.
“You think your hand on my thigh affects me?” I cleared my throat and forced myself to stay still. “I’m dryer than the Sahara down there.”
“Doubtful.” He let out a gravelly laugh and inched his fingers higher up, brushing them side to side over my leggings.
Two could play this game.
“Still unaffected,” I said in an overly sweet tone. It was a lie, but I needed to win this one. As he inched higher, I ran my nails over his arm, tracing a path up to his shoulder, neck and earlobe. He shivered but quickly stopped himself.
“I see what you’re doing. You know I’m driving. We need to be safe.” His voice shook the tiniest amount.
“What?” I feigned shock. “Do you think I’m trying to distract you? I’d never, not while you’re driving.”
He glanced at me with a smirk and shook his head. “Right, you’d never try to turn this into a game.” I teased my fingers lower, over his tight chest, following the ridges of his abs and stopping right when I reached the waistband of his chef pants. “Tiger,” he practically growled.
“Yes?” I answered, batting my lashes. I loved seeing him lose it over the smallest touches.
“I’m about to pull this car over.”
He dragged his fingers against my core, holding them there lightly. It took all my willpower to not lift my hips and grind myself against him. I’d missed him, missed this. I slipped one finger into his pants, lightly brushing my nails against his skinuntil I reached his dripping tip, tucked up against his waistband.
“I think I win,” I crooned as I spread precum along his head. The car made a sharp turn so I looked out the window and saw that we were pulling into the beach parking lot. “Wes?”
“I warned you.” He pulled into a shaded spot at the end of the nearly empty lot. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he reached into the backseat and grabbed the sunshade. “I’m about to come in my pants if you keep touching me like that.” He spread the shade over the windshield for privacy. “But I’d much rather come inside you.”
Our mouths collided in an electric frenzy—tongues clashing while we pulled at each other’s clothes. Wes sucked my bottom lip and I moaned into his mouth. My skin was feverish. I couldn’t get enough of his hands on me. I wanted him everywhere, to do anything and it shocked me that I was willing to give up that control.
“Lift up,” he said before reclaiming my lips. I lifted my hips and he slid my pants and underwear down to my knees. “Off… All the way.”
I slipped my sneakers off and pushed my pants all the way down, kicking them off completely, and followed up with my shirt, throwing that on the floor of the car.
I whimpered as he slipped his fingers into my slit with one hand and pulled my breasts free from my bra with the other. “So wet and ready for me, Tiger.”
“Please,” I begged, desperate for pressure.
“I should tease you,” he rumbled against my ear, cupping my breast and kneading my tight nipple. I pulled at his hair and arched my chest into his hand. Slowly, he dragged his fingers through my folds, stopping right below my clit. “But I need to hear you come with my name on your lips.”
He swallowed my moan as he finally gave me the pressure I needed. Circling my clit with an expert’s touch, he brought me higher and higher.
“Feels so good… Don’t stop.” I felt my climax building with each urgent press of his fingers. He changed position, cupping my clit with his palm and slipping two fingers inside me. “Oh my God,” I moaned, grinding myself against his hand.
He slowed, and I cursed under my breath. “Sit on my cock. Let’s come together.”
Panting, I wasted no time in pulling his pants to his knees and wrapping my hand around his cock. He messed with the lever under the seat and slid it all the way back. My heart thundered in my chest while I thought about where we were and what we were about to do, until Wes captured my lips again and wrapped his arms around my hips.
