Page 48 of Clouded by Envy

Bray’s heartbeat sped up as his tongue slid into her mouth and tangled with hers. A soft moan escaped her when they rolled to the side. She wrapped a leg around his waist, pushing forward so his lower body was firmly against hers. He let out a groan when she began moving against him.

She wasn’t sure how far she wanted to take it, but she knew she wanted to feel more skin—his skin—against hers. Her fingertips grasped the edge of his shirt, and she lifted it up and over his head, tossing it on the carpet.

Bray didn’t want to wait for him to take off her shirt, so she took it off herself. She felt his smile when her lips collided with his—in a secret wish, a solid hope, and a remarkable silent song that only they could hear. And they were both listening.

Reaching down in between them, Bray unbuttoned the top button of his shorts and slid down the zipper.

His mouth pulled back from hers. “I don’t know how far you want to take this, but we can’t go all the way.”

“Why not?” Even though she wanted more of him, she didn’t mind slowing down.

“I don’t have a fucking condom,” he groaned.

“So, you’re scared of the rabies?” she joked and nipped his lower lip, running the tip of her tongue where her teeth had grazed him.

Wes pulled her closer. “No, the babies. Luca is enough at the moment.” He laughed and flipped her to her back. She didn’t want any babies right then either.

“There are other things we could do,” she said as she tugged down his shorts, and he kicked them to the floor.

“You want to show me? Or shall I show you?” he asked and pushed down her shorts.

Wes settled back between her legs, and she felt all of him against her. Reaching behind her, he undid the clasp of her bra, and moved his lower body against hers. She needed something to happen, and he must have sensed it, because his hand drifted down between her legs. On instinct, she arched up toward him, and the kissing became sloppy and daring at the same time.

His hand slipped into her underwear, and she gasped when he started to move his fingers. It built, and it built, and it built, until an uncontrollable feeling swept through her entire body.

Wes smiled down at her, and said, “I’m glad I remembered what to do. It’s been a while.”

“Whatever.” She giggled and let herself catch her breath for a moment, before flipping him to his back. “Your turn.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” He stroked her braid and tickled her face with it.

“I’ve only been intimate with someone that one time, but I haven’t done anything else—so I may be terrible at it.” Bray wasn’t entirely sure she knew what to do. And she didn’t want to embarrass herself because she liked him so much.

“Hey.” His voice was soft as he pulled her face to his and gave her a tender kiss. “It’s with you, that’s all that matters to me.”

Bray grew braver as her fear vanished and let her hand drift down to his boxers. She glided her hand inside, gripping him tight. A smile tugged at her lips, and just as Wes closed his eyes, the phone rang.

“Of course, the phone rings,” he said tightly, still managing to semi-laugh it off as he reached to answer. “Hello?”

Bray rolled to her back, still smiling, as she stared up at the ceiling. Her chest was still filled with happiness—more than inThe Goonieswhen those kids found the ship of treasure.

Wes’s face went from smiling to concerned as he listened. “Okay, that’s fine. No problem. Is everything okay, though?” Bray continued to watch him as he concentrated on the conversation—she started to grow nervous. “Sure. Kyle can stay the night here. I’ll wait for them outside.”

Hanging up the phone, Wes turned to Bray, and slowly swallowed. “Something happened with Kyle’s dad. He was attacked by some crazy woman and is in the hospital.”

Bray didn’t know what to think, but she was worried. They hurriedly threw on their clothes and went to meet Luca and Kyle outside. The boys were already walking down the street toward them.

While Luca had a paint splatter of freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, Kyle had an entire solar system of stars scattered across his face and arms. His red hair stood out like the orange of a sun going down for its nap as the moon awakens to rise. He also had round squeezable cheeks that Bray wanted to pinch, but she kept her hands to herself.

“Hey, you want to come in for some pizza? It may be a little cold, but I can heat it up for you.” Wes asked the boys and gave Bray a sly look.

“I’m cool with eating it cold,” Kyle said. He turned to Luca and whispered in his ear, “Dude your brother’s girlfriend isfine.”

Luca scowled in disgust, and Wes attempted to hide his laugh. Bray wanted to pinch the kid’s cheek even harder to get that thought out of his head.

After getting settled, the boys ate and played video games for a while before going to bed. A little before ten the phone rang, and when Wes answered, it was Kyle’s Mom.

Throughout the entire conversation, Wes’s eyebrows went up and down. He said “uh huh” numerous times with his mouth opening and closing—very fish-like. Robotically, he hung up the phone and turned to Bray.

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