Page 78 of Setting Limits

When I try to raise up on my hands, I’m pushed back down by a firm hand between my shoulder blades.

He removes his fingers, and I tremble with the sound of his zipper. The tip of his rock-hard cock teases my entrance, slipping up and down and easing in the slightest bit before pulling out again. Over and over, he does this, in a little, out again.

When I reach my limit, I push myself back against him, needing more of him, all of him. I need to feel every single glorious inch of him.

He tsks me with his teeth. “Naughty girl. Patience is important, sweetness.”

“I have nothing to be punished for, and it felt like you were punishing me.” There’s a breathlessness to my voice as I shift my hips slightly. Friction, I need friction.

“I think I get to decide punishment or reward. And making you wait a little, giving you a tease, isnota punishment. It’s a lesson in patience.”

“Maybe I have none with you. Maybe I’m just selfish and want you all of the time.”

He leans forward so his chest is over my back. “I like the sound of that.” His lips are right against my ear before he licks along the shell of it.

Keeping his hand between my shoulder blades, he starts thrusting, hard and fast. Air hisses between his teeth with a steep inhale. “It’s good you feel that way, sweets. Because I do, too. There are times I swear I could die if I don’t get to touch you or taste you or fuck you soon. So, I like that you’re so ready for me all the time.”

How could I possibly not be? At this very moment, Wes is fucking me like his life depends on it. That thing he said about feeling like he could die? I get the desperation behind his sentiment every time he’s inside me. It’s like he just can’t get enough, that if he slows or stops or even takes it gentle, I’ll disappear completely.

But I love every single second of it. His roughness, his very occasional tenderness, his sheer prowess. It’s all amazing.

His hand moves from my shoulder blades to the back of my neck while his other hand slips in front of me to swirl around my clit.

My fingers twist into the comforter, and I moan loudly, tightening around him. He keeps thrusting but leans forward, brushing sweaty tendrils behind my ear to rest his lips against it. “Now, that’s a good girl.”

Three more hard slams into me, and he groans, a few stilted thrusts as he comes and falls over me.

He grabs a towel we’ve started to keep handy and wipes me up as he pulls out, making sure I’m clean before lifting my lower half on the bed. Once he’s climbed on, he scoops me in his arms and walks on his knees to the top of the bed, where he leans back, holding me between his legs.

“You’re a sexy little thing, sweetness. And I love you.” Gentle fingers stroke my hair as I sit curled in Wes’s lap, my ear against his racing heart.

“I love you, too.” I’ve never said it to another person and meant it. Not even remotely close to this.

It’s so much scarier to give myself over to somebody so completely. Shay said to jump, and I did.

I just hope there’s a safety net to catch me if I fall.

Chapter 40

I’veneverwantedtosleepwith somebody as much as I do Weston. There’s a sense of safety, of security, in his arms. His body wrapped around mine chases away my demons, and I feel protected. I fall asleep faster in his hold than I do on my own.

The nights we spend apart are my least favorite and hard as hell. It’s the same nights Shay spends away from Lochlyn, and I can hear her tossing and turning, because I’m also awake. We’ve had a few late-night chat sessions, both hearing the other unable to settle.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think a man would have this much influence over me, over my habits and abilities. It’s like if Weston isn’t with me, I can’t sleep at all. More often than not, in past relationships, I’d choose to spend the nights apart, preferring my bed all to myself instead of their company. In so many ways, Wes has become my security blanket.

Tonight is, of course, one of the nights we’re apart. Last I checked my phone, it was two in the morning, and I haven’t slept a wink. There are three hundred seventy six holes in the ceiling tile right above my pillow. Give or take. It’s dark and easy to lose count. My eyelids are heavy, but I just can’t fall asleep.

Tomorrow is going to be an exceptionally long day. It always is after nights like this. Somehow, Shay fell asleep quickly tonight. Though I think she was wearing one of Lochlyn’s shirts. I know there had been some argument about her taking them all and she didn’t have any for a few weeks. But that seems to have resolved itself.

Maybe that would help me. I should try it next time I’ll be here alone. As much as I love my one-on-one nights with Shay, sometimes I think about ending them. We need our girl time, but our sleep suffers. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was on a Friday or Saturday night, but part of the reason we’re here, in our dorm room, without our respective beaus, is that we both have an early class in the morning on Wednesdays and it’s just easier for us to be in our room.

But easier doesn’t mean better. For either of us. I know Shay would never say anything. She’d never ask to stop having a night alone in the room, even if she truly wanted it.

“I know you’re still awake, Chels. Get some sleep.” Shay’s sleepy voice is a little slurred as she talks to me without even moving from her position facing the wall.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“I can practically hear your mind working from here. Trust me, I know how much you miss him. You have to just let go and relax. He probably misses you too. But you won’t get to enjoy your time tomorrow if you’re too exhausted to stay awake.”

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