Page 96 of Wanting Wentworth

Because I’m paranoid.

Because Brock knows I was up here this afternoon, and he knows I wasn’t alone.

Because he’s going to make good on his threat to come up here looking for me, sooner rather than later.

Closing the car door as quietly as possible, I mount the porch steps and let myself in. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I hang the keys on the hook next to the door and pull off my boots before making my way into the kitchen.

It’s dark, save for the same desk light Went left on last night, and I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. I was hoping to find him working so I could offer to model for him. So, I can cross one last thing off my bucket list before I tell Went that I know who he is and that he has to leave.

Crossing the dark kitchen into the living room, I make my way over to the desk. There, encased by the dim, soft glow of the desk lamp is another picture.

Another picture of us.

In it, I’m naked, hips leaned against the desk I’m standing in front of now. Legs spread shamelessly, my hand between them, fingers buried in my pussy while Went kneels in front of me, hands grips around my thighs, holding them open while he watches me fuck myself.

“I have a confession to make, Sunshine.” His deep voice comes for me from the dark, the sound of sliding down the length of my spine like warm honey to pool and pulse against my already throbbing clit. “You’ve been modeling for me since the day I saw you, waiting for me on those porch steps.”

As soon as I hear him, I forget everything. About who he really is and what I came up here to do. About what he’s hiding from and about Brock’s accusations. The disaster it spells for all of us, and I turn into her—the Kait being with him makes me into and right now, I want to be her.

Don’t want to be anyone else.

Turning around slowly, I find Went standing behind me in the dark, outside the soft circle of light cast by the desk lamp behind me. I can see the shape of him, watching me from the dark—the impossible breadth of his shoulders. The massive expanse of his tattooed chest. His torso and hips. His powerful, long legs.

Opening my mouth, the Kait that being with him turns me into pushes her way out. “You didn’t come all over this one.”

Hearing the disappointment in my tone, Went makes a rough, sound in the back of his throat that I think is supposed to be a laugh. “I thought about it,” he confesses quietly. “Wanted to… I went hard the second my pencil touched the paper. By the time I was finished with it, all I could think about was pulling my cock out.” The shadow of him moves a little closer. “Stroking myself until that fucking picture was covered in my cum…” Went moves again, even closer. “But I didn’t.”

Feeling like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl, I grip the edge of the desk behind me to keep myself steady. “Why?”

Went finally steps into the light, wearing nothing but a pair of loose track pants, the outline of his long, thick cock straining against the front of them. “Because…” His heavy, dark gaze drops to my mouth. “I’m saving every drop of it for that pretty pink pussy of yours.” He trails the tip of his tongue over the swell of his lower lip while he flicks those devil black eyes of his up to find mine. “Get naked.” His lips twitch into a smirk. “All the way naked.”

As soon as he says it, my hands are moving. Pulling open the front of my jeans before jerking them down my legs. Kicking them aside, I find the hem of my shirt and yank it up, over my head. Discarding it, my bra and underwear come next—tossed aside and leaving me just as naked as I am in the picture.

Just a few days ago, I balked at the thought of taking off my clothes in front of him to go skinny-dipping. Now, I can’t get naked for him fast enough.

Taking a deep breath, Went lets it out slowly while one of his hands strayed to the front of his pants to give his cock an almost absentminded stroke over the thin fabric of his pants. “You took another shower.”

I don’t know how he knows. It was hours ago but I nod anyway. “Yes.”

Coming closer, Went stops mere inches from where I’m standing and I suck in a breath when he leans even closer to whisper in my ear. “Did you touch yourself?”

Mouth open to deny it, I remember what he said to me earlier. That the only thing I wasn’t allowed to be with him is a stubborn liar.

You were made to fuck, Sunshine…

It’s okay to want to feel good…

To want to be with someone who makes you feel that way…

“I started to, but…” My stiff nipples begin to tingle when Went makes another low, rough sound in the back of his throat when I admit it.

Pulling back, that dark demon gaze of his falls to my mouth. “But what?”

Looking up at him through my lashes, I tell him the truth. “But then I remembered that you promised to show me how.”

The corner of his mouth twitches again when I say it. “I did promise you that, but…” Lifting his hand, Went trails a single fingertip over the curve of my collarbone, chasing the flush that followed my admission. “Now I’m not sure that I want to.”

“Why?’” I let my lids slip closed, lower lip caught between my teeth to keep myself from moaning out loud when that rough-tipped finger of his skims lower, following the curve of my breast.

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