Page 40 of Entwined Hearts
“I’ve been dreaming about the way you taste for years, Sav,” I said, voice hoarse, as I pulled her panties aside. I groaned at the sight of her. Her pussy was glistening, and just as mouth-watering as I remembered. “So wet for me.”
“Yeah,” she said, breathless. “Are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna take what’s yours?”
Fuck me, I nearly came right then. I let out a strangled, desperate sound and buried my head between her legs. She gasped as my tongue moved in one long swipe. I reached her clit, and her body jolted, her hand flying to my hair.
She tasted like heaven on my tongue, her little whimpers music to my ears. My grip tightened on her thigh, spreading her wider. “So good,” she cried out, her fingers curling against my scalp, forcing my head closer.
My heart pounded against my ribs. My cock was so hard it hurt while I sucked on her clit the way she liked. It seemed that wasn’t any different either. But her bossy tone and the way she steered me by my hair was new, and I fucking loved it.
I loved her.
“Don’t stop,” she chanted, her voice going higher, rocking her hips against my face. She was delusional if she thought I’d ever stop, if I’d ever let her go after this.
“Oh, fuck, Wes,” she whimpered, her legs clamping around my head as she came, a rush of wetness coating my tongue. I let out a low groan, my cock throbbing at the way she said the name I’d been dying to hear since I first saw her again a month ago.
I backed away, breathing hard and dazed. She slumped against the wall, her legs visibly shaking. A rush of satisfaction ran through me at the sight while I fixed her clothes.
And when I stood, dizzy, I had to brace myself against the wall with my good arm. “Shit,” I rasped, looking down at my jeans.
I came in my fucking pants.
Heat crept up my neck. I sucked my teeth. “Well, that’s embarrassing.” I didn’t even do this when we were fooling around when I was a virgin.
There was a little giggle, and I looked up to find Savannah’s lip between her teeth, staring down at the obvious wet spot. “No. It’s hot.” She grabbed my shirt, pulling me in. “Really hot,” she said and kissed me hard.
I didn’t know where we stood now or what this meant, but I couldn’t care when her lips were on mine.
I wokeup refreshed for the first time in weeks, possibly months. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if Sav had been in bed next to me, but she went home with Delilah not long after we left the alley.
Delilah took one look at how disheveled Savannah was, then the wet spot on my jeans, and said, “Oh, we’resoback,” and emptied a Pixy Stick into her mouth. Not sure what she meant bythat, but everything had been a little hazy after Savannah kissed me.
Savannahkissedme.Shekissedme. Not the other way around.
And it had been the best kiss of my life right after our first one.
I rolled out of bed and went downstairs after getting dressed, already desperate to see her again. We needed to talk about what happened last night and what it meant for us. If there even was an us. God, I hoped so.
I opened the door and stepped on the newspaper, the title of theWild Creek Whispersarticle catching my attention. I picked it up, smirking.
Clean Up on Aisle…Bull Pen
Lookslike our beloved dive bar wasn’t the only place getting mopped last night.
Multiple witnesses reported seeing Weston Tate—yes,thatWeston Tate—and Savannah Hayes disappear into the alleyway beside the bar around midnight after he ripped another man’s hat off her head.
Twenty minutes later, they reappeared looking disheveled and significantly less tense. If only the walls could talk.
Rumors have been flying about the pair for weeks, after our PBR star’s rodeo blunder, with whispers of a shared past no one seemed to know about. But if Savannah’s blissful smile and Weston’s swollen lips mean anything, there is something definitely happeningnow.
What does this mean for her life back in Dallas? Or for the integrity of that brick wall? Only time (and possibly a structural engineer) will tell.
Like always, if it’s worth whispering, it’s worth writing down.
-WCW
I rana hand over my mouth, laughing. “Goddamn, they’re fast.” I never cared for theWhispers, but now that I’d been put in it with Sav, I couldn’t help but find it amusing. Was this how Beau felt when they wrote about him and Claire?
I wanted to show it to Sav and get her reaction.
