Page 56 of Entwined Hearts
I rested my forehead on her shoulder, my hands on her hips. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” she said, sounding all coy. I grunted at the loss of her as she straightened, but recovered fast when her handsroamed over my chest and down my arms. “I think I like this new rough side of you.” She bit her bottom lip, cheeks flushed.
I smirked and copied her words from last night. “You think?”
Her eyes raked over my chest and up to my face. She was looking at me like she’d just discovered a treasure chest. She rose to her toes, lacing her arms around my neck. “Mhm.” She kissed me slow and soft, and every thought I’d ever had disappeared.
She nuzzled her nose against mine. “I love you, Wes.” My heart nearly exploded hearing those words leave her after all this time. It still felt surreal.
“I love you, too, angel.”
She gave me a soft smile and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her. “I’ve gotta go to WCL and meet with Levi about this zoning lawsuit,” she said, wiping the condensation from the mirror. Her lips parted with a quick inhale, and she leaned in closer.
“What is it?” I came behind her, a towel around my hips.
Her fingers traced over her shoulder, and she licked her lips. “Teeth marks,” she whispered. I swallowed back a groan when I saw the indentations in her skin. I had no idea seeing her marked up by me would be such a turn-on. But then again, she was Savannah; anything involving her was a turn-on.
My eyes met hers in the mirror. “Maybe Levi will stop being so friendly then.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hairbrush, raking it through her hair. “Pretty sure he’s got eyes for another Hayes sister.”
I thought as much. “Good,” I said anyway, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. “Because this one’s taken.”
She smiled, running her hand back through my hair. “She is. Happily so.”
There was a loud moan from down the hall. A woman’s. Claire’s. I went still. Savannah’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. “Is that what I think it is?”
I didn’t even know what to say, honestly. I opened the door slowly, and the moans only got louder, mixed in with sounds Ineverwanted to hear from Beau. I looked over my shoulder at Savannah, who was holding back laughs. And I lived to make her laugh, so I sauntered down the hall right outside Beau’s door.
“Who should I direct my therapy bill to? Beau or Claire?” I said loud enough for them to hear.
There was a yelp inside the room, followed by giggles. I looked back at Savannah. She was braced against the wall, clutching her stomach, she was laughing so hard.
“Go away, Weston,” Beau ground out.
I walked back to Sav, grinning. I brushed her hair off her shoulder, placing a kiss there. “Would you like a side of breakfast with your traumatization this morning, angel?”
She chuckled. “That’d be nice. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“Me too. I’m starving,” I said, and buried my face in her neck and showered her damp skin with kisses, making her squeal with laughter.
After breakfast,I was thoroughly tortured with PT for my shoulder. My elbows clicked with every pushup, my shoulders ached with every pull of the resistance band. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign. Like my body was signaling that time was running out.
“You’re healing really well. Ahead of schedule,” Matt said, sitting next to me while I wiped sweat off my forehead. He looked over my paperwork. “Definitely can stop wearing the sling altogether.”
“Thank God,” I said with a relieved sigh. “That thing is a pain in the ass.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “What about getting back to training?”
I was ready to get back in the swing of things…kind of. I missed riding more than anything, but I also wasn’t sure what that meant for Savannah and me. I knew where she stood, and I knew she wasn’t going to make me choose.
But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t choose for me like before.
“No riding just yet—at least not bulls—but you can start lifting weights. Nothing crazy, though. Low weight, high reps, okay? Don’t want to undo all your hard work. And you can start driving.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“And avoid that again, if you can,” he said, pointing his pen at my bruised knuckles.
I flexed my hand, relishing in the subtle ache in the joints. “Yeah, that…couldn’t be avoided.” Just the memory of that piece of shit had my blood boiling. The way he looked at Savannah like she was trash, the things he said to her.
