Page 63 of Setting Limits

He takes my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, turning my face to his with puckered lips and stealing my mouth with his own.

“You love my filthy mouth. And you love it even more all over your body.” It’s nice to hear he’s winded as he talks since I can hardly breathe. And he’s right. I absolutely do.

His momentum doesn’t slow, doesn’t change, as he keeps fucking me against the door like it’s his sole mission in life. When moans start to ease from me with every hard thrust, he cups my breast, tweaking my nipple between his fingers. My head tips back against the door and my back arches, my chest brushing his as I tighten around him and cry out his name, trembling as he supports me.

A few quick pistons into me as he holds me still, and he groans into my shoulder.

Heavy breaths shift my hair and cool the sweat that’s beaded along my skin.

With his hands firmly on my hips, Wes lifts me and pulls out, dealing with the cleanup before kicking off his pants and tearing off his shirt. He climbs into bed, crawls under the covers and pats the spot next to him.

After flipping the lock, I skip over to the bed, taking my clothes off along the way and scooping Wes’s shirt off the floor. It hits just at mid-thigh, and a smile creeps across Wes’s face.

The second I’m on the bed, he’s pulling me into his chest, where I’m infiltrated by his warming spiced scent, and every single muscle in my body relaxes at his nearness.

The new semester started a few weeks ago, and now we’re in the home stretch to graduation. I refuse to have any conversations that revolve around Wes’s plans after.

It’s foolish, I know it. I know I’m fooling myself that this elephant is in the room, this sword is hanging over us waiting to fall, but I can’t face it yet. I need a little more time to just enjoy me and Wes before it all falls apart and he leaves me.

Because that’s what people do. They leave me.

Chapter 32

“Hey,Chels?CanIas—” I turn to Shay to catch the tiny shake of her head as she presses her lips into a tight line. “Never mind.”

My brow furrows as my interest piques. “Shay, what is it?”

“Nothing. Never mind.” She looks back at the books in her lap.

“No, please, tell me.” We've kept enough secrets from each other over the past two years.

“I just…I can’t.” Shay won’t even meet my eyes and now she’s twirling a curl, which means she’s really uncomfortable.

It’s one of our weekly nights together and we’re on our respective beds. We kept it going even after Wes and I got together. It’s my only absolutely guaranteed alone time with Shay, and I miss her most of the week. We still see each other daily, but it’s not the same. The guilt that eats away at me for realizing I used to do that to her is nothing short of debilitating.

“Shay, please tell me.”

“No.” She shakes her head but still won’t look at me.

“Shay, come on. We need to talk to each other. No secrets. We made a pact.” I’m starting to worry something is wrong.

“I can’t, Chels. Please, drop it.” There’s a desperation in her tone, and my pulse ticks up that something is wrong.

“No, I want to talk about this. I want to know what’s bothering you.”

“Chelsea, please, forget I even said anything. Just let it go.” She glances at me through her eyelashes, and I notice the tiniest hint of pink on her cheeks.

“Something’s clearly bothering you, and I’d really like to know what it is. We've had too many things we haven’t told each other in the past two years, we agreed that we’d be honest and always talk to each other.” The pact is still fresh in my mind, and I’ll make sure it is in hers as well.

“Not this.” Her voice is so quiet I have to lean in to hear her.

Frustration starts to take over. What happened to our agreement? “Shay. We talked about this, months ago, and both were on the same page. And after everything that’s happened and everything that’s been kept between us, I can’t believe that you’re choosingnowto keep something from me. It’s really a pretty sh—”

“It’s about sex with your brother, okay?!” she practically shouts and turns into a tomato, her face so close to her books I feel like she’s trying to escape into them.

I, meanwhile, fall against the wall as a whoosh of breath escapes me. Now I get why she didn’t want to say anything. Having way more experience in this arena than Shay, she’d want to ask something she was unsure about.

Swallowing roughly, I try to broach the subject. “What about it?”

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