Page 45 of Wyatt & Weston
“Weston,” she whines. “Why do you have to be so amazing?” She snatches my face between her hands and kisses me hard. I’m momentarily stunned but my cock doesn’t get the memo.
“Thank you?” I ask, sounding a little confused.
“You don't get it. If this was him,” she scoffs at the word, “or someone back home, they wouldn’t care. They would see an easy lay and go for it.”
Anger fills me. “You, Emma, are not an easy lay. Not to me. Never to me. You're so much more,” I promise her.
She licks her lips and nods, letting out a little breath.
I stand and let her head to the bathroom to shower. While she's in there, I get the bed ready, grab her a cup of water and pain meds for the headache she might have in the morning.
When she’s done, she walks out in nothing but a towel, hair wet and a sleepy look in her eyes. She drops the towel and crawls into bed.
“Sleep,” she moans, cuddling into the blankets.
Chuckling, I pull my shirt off and strip down to my boxers before joining her in bed.
She hums happily when I pull her into my arms. I don’t pay attention to her naked breast pushed against me, or the way her hot pussy presses against my thigh. I just close my eyes, and press my face into her hair, inhaling deeply.
“I can’t sleep,” she murmurs.
“Wanna talk?” I ask her.
“About what?”
“Anything. Everything. I wanna know everything about you.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she speaks again. “I wanna know everything about you too, Weston Wilder.”
The next morning, I’m woken up by the feeling of soft touches running along my chest. My eyes flutter open and I give Emma a sleepy grin.
“Morning.” My voice is thick with sleep.
She gives me a shy smile. “Morning.”
“How did you sleep?” I ask her, grabbing her fingers that are tracing my tattoos and bringing them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
She bites her lower lip. “Amazing.”
“I’m glad.”
“Thank you. For last night.”
“I didn’t do anything but bring you home.”
“You did a lot more than that, and you know it.” She gives me a pointed look.
“I just want to take care of you Emma.” I reach over, tucking some of her wild red hair behind her ear. She looks beautiful like this. Hell, she’s stunning every moment of the day.
“You do, don't you,” she says, then looks away.
I don’t like that look, but when her eyes find mine again, she smiles.
“What's that look for?” I raise a brow and grin.
“Well, if you're still in the giving mood, I can think of something else you can take care of,” she purrs, her hand traveling down my chest, under my boxers and stopping when she wraps her hand around my morning wood.
I groan as she gives it a stroke, tingles filling my whole body. “Fuck,” I hiss.
