“It’s okay,” I rush to reassure him. “I kinda liked it.”
A grin slowly curls his lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Uh-huh, it was hot.”
“I’ll remember that for next time. What do you say I clean you up, then we take a nap until dinner?”
“Mmm, sounds like a good plan.”
“Wait here.” He kisses me, and I close my eyes, letting my body sink into the comfortable bed. He’s back quickly and wipes my body clean. I don't do much to help, suddenly feeling completely spent and drained.
Soon, he pulls the blanket out from under me and wraps himself around my back, pulling the cover up over both of us. He places a kiss behind my ear as he whispers, “Love you, baby.”
I’m not sure if I say it back or if it’s only in my head, as the feeling of contentment washes over me, sending me into a deep sleep.
Chapter twenty
Darla
“Stop looking at me like that!” I grumble, narrowing my eyes at Weston as I pull on my shirt.
“Like what?” He smirks at me with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
“You know exactly what that look does to me, now cool it. Or everyone will know what we did.”
His smirk turns into a full-blown smile, momentarily stunning me. “Oh, baby. If you think they don’t already know, you’d be dead wrong.”
My eyes widen in worry. “What?!” I squeak, my voice coming out unusually high. “How? I covered my mouth!”
“Not nearly as much as you think you did. Did you not think they could hear you begging me to fuck you?”
“West!” I gasp at his dirty words.
He just chuckles as he finishes getting dressed and heads to the door.
“You’re getting mighty cocky, you know that?” I ask, as he snags my hand and kisses my knuckles.
“Why wouldn’t I be? My girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world AND she fucks like a god-damned queen.”
“Weston!” I gasp for the second time. “What’s come over you?”
He drops his hand from the door handle and turns to face me, gripping my face between his hands as his cocky grin turns into something sweeter and more sincere. “Baby, I’m just happy. After months on that island, the mercenary attacks, the warehouse, and all that damn flying, I was running on fumes. But after what we shared and that nap, I’m feeling more myself than I have in a long time.”
“Does that mean you’ll ease up on all the protective stuff?” I ask with hope.
But he just laughs and grabs my hand, pulling the door open. “Not a chance.”
As we head downstairs, I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. When we round the corner, I see the other three seated at the large island, watching an older woman cooking away.
When she turns to the side and I see her profile, I gasp. “Mrs. G?”
She furrows her brow as she turns to face me. Her eyes scan me from head to toe and she tilts her head in confusion.
“Do I know you, child?”
I drop Weston’s hand and step closer to her. “Did you really forget me, Mrs. G? After all the peanut butter cookies I stole?”
It takes her a full two seconds before her face scrunches in more confusion, and her eyes roam my face again before she finally sees it. She gasps, the plate in her hand dropping to the floor and smashing into a hundred pieces.