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“I need you,” I whimpered, not recognizing my own voice. I scrambled across the console and settled a knee on either side of his lap, lining him up to my entrance.
“You’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect. I love you so much.” His mouth found my nipple and he swirled his hot tongue over it, nibbling until I squirmed. “Ride me, baby.”
Hissing at the size of him, I sunk down until we were skin on skin. He gave me a second to adjust, kissing my neck, squeezing my ass with his huge, calloused hands. I rocked my hips, riding him, while holding onto his shoulders. “Feels so good, Wes.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel amazing.” He drove his hips up and I ground myself harder, pressing my tits into his open mouth.
Each roll of my hips brought me higher and closer. My entire body tightened, and I cried out. Wes thrust up harder, taking hold of my hips and lifting me up and down on his cock. “Harder, please. Don’t stop.”
“Shit, I’m gonna fill you up.” His thrusts became jerky as he buried his head into the crook of my neck, groaning.
“Wes.” I threw my head back and rocked, feeling his cock pulse inside me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me as I followed him over the edge, crying out. “Oh my God! Holy shit.”
I slumped against his chest and took a deep inhale. He smelled so freaking good. I planted a few soft kisses there, feeling the beat of his heart against my lips. “I love how you smell.”
He chuckled and rubbed circles along my back, holding me closer. “You smell better, trust me.”
“I slept with your pillow last night,” I admitted. “It still smells like you.”
He tipped my chin up to claim my lips. “I love you, Tiger. All of you, everyday.”
I kissed him again and smiled against his lips. “I love you too.” Sighing, I reached up to smooth his hair. “We should probably get dressed. I can’t believe we’re in a parking lot.”
We laughed, Wes’s a deep chuckle. “I told you I’d pull over. I’m a man of my word.”
“Maybe I should tease you more if it ends in this,” I said, pushing up to climb back to my seat.
“I won’t be so nice next time.” Wes gave my butt a light spank and squeeze.
“We’ll see,” I said.
Chapter 41
Wes
My chest loosened aswe walked through the door of the house hand in hand. Olivia was my anchor, my person, and being in this house one day without her was too long. She went to get cleaned up and changed while I made us lunch. I knew we had to talk about everything and for once, that didn’t scare me. I stared out the window at the cloudless sky and smiled.
“What do you think, brother? Am I doing right by her?” I grabbed a plate and arranged the sandwiches I made onto it. “I think I’m ready to tell her about the accident. Wish me luck.”
Olivia came into the kitchen, pulling her hair into a ponytail. “Were you just talking to someone?”
“Yeah. Well, sort of.” I set the plate on the table and grabbed the bowl of fruit salad that was in the fridge, two forks and a few napkins. “You’ll think I’m nuts.”
She huffed a laugh. “Doubtful.”
“Sometimes I talk to Dylan. I know he can’t hear me but I don’t know,” I hesitated. “It helps me clear my head.”
She reached up and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my torso. “That’s sweet.” I gestured to the food and she sat down. “What were you telling him?”
I sunk into the chair next to her, biting back a groan. I’d been on my feet too much that morning and felt the consequences. “Nothing much, just telling him I’m ready to open up to you.”
Her face softened. “Really?”
I nodded. “It’s hard to talk about the accident and I’m scared you’re going to view me differently. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself. Everything changed that night, but I want to try and move on. I have you and the kids and living in the past, beating myself up every single day, isn’t healthy. You’re all so important to me.”
She folded her palm over mine and squeezed. “I don’t want to pressure you.”
“You’re not, I promise.” I pushed a deep breath into my chest and began. “I’ve told you a little about Dylan. How he was like a brother to me.”
