Page 46 of False Start
“I’d love that.”
I stayed for a few more hours, catching up on Blair’s life and updating her on my own as we navigated this new phase we’d entered. I didn’t know if we’d be able to build on what we’d started, or if the foundations were beyond repair and time and distance would cause a greater separation, but as I sat back in my business class seat, courtesy of Weston, I was optimistic that we could create a better life for all of us.
12 months later
Georgia
“Georgie,are you ready to go? We need to—” Weston cut off sharply as he wandered into our walk-in closet to find me in nothing but a lacy thong I’d found when I decided to clean out my shelves.
“I might have distracted myself from packing,” I admitted, turning to face him and enjoying the way his eyes dropped to my chest.
“We’re catching a later flight,” he growled, stalking through the room and scooping me into his arms.
“Did I make us late again?” I asked, grinning unrepentantly as he strode toward our king-sized bed.
“No, but I’m about to.” He tossed me in the middle of the mattress, crawling after me with a hungry look in his eye.
“Blair is expecting us there in time for the dress rehearsal.”
Weston flicked a glance at the window, then got busy settling between my thighs. “Our flight was delayed by a snow storm.Nothing to be done but wait it out. Now, how about you ride my face?”
I lifted my hips and let him slide the thong down my legs, shivering as he kissed his way from ankle to the crease of my thigh. Without conscious thought, I let my knees drop open and thrust a hand through his hair as he took the invitation and drove his tongue deep into my aching pussy.
He had suggested cutting his hair off after his official retirement from football, but I’d nixed it immediately. He saw things my way as soon as I mentioned how much I enjoyed holding it while he ate me out.
“West,” I whined, lifting my hips to meet his tongue as pleasure flooded my system, lighting me up from the inside out.
“What do you need, princess?” he asked, lapping at my clit with firm strokes of his tongue.
“I want you inside me.”
He sucked my folds into his mouth, pushing two fingers into my pussy as deep as he could go.
“You want to come on my cock?”
“Yes,” I groaned, tugging on his hair until he crawled up over me.
“You want me to fuck you nice and deep?”
“And hard,” I said, working his zipper open.
“And hard,” he agreed, and pushed his jeans down over his ass. Despite his retirement, Weston had continued to train like he still played professional football, and I was certain that Weston Naylor’s ass dot com would still appreciate what he had going on back there. But these days it was only for my viewing pleasure.
I cried out as he hooked his hands behind my knees and pulled me beneath him, fully seating himself in one hard thrust.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, driving into me in powerful strokes that caused sparks to flash across my vision.“God, yes,” I cried, digging my nails into his back and groaning as he sank his teeth into my shoulder in retaliation.
“Fuck, you feel so good, princess. Tell me you’re close. I want to feel you come all over me.”
“I’m close. I’m — yes. There. Please.” I babbled incoherently as he thumbed my clit and pushed me into a mind-numbing orgasm.
He rode out my shudders, slowing his pace until I stilled before chasing his own release. When we were finished, he disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth to clean me up before he began packing both our bags to head to the airport.
“I have a confession to make,” he said as we retrieved our bags from the back of the Uber.
“I booked our flight for an hour later than I told you. Just in case.”
I wanted to yell at him, but seeing as I’d made us miss every flight we’d taken in the last twelve months, I didn’t have the track record to argue with his logic.
