Page 56 of Savage in the Sheets
My body clenches around his thick shaft, and mere seconds later, he unleashes an earth-shattering groan, burying himself in me, his member throbbing as it unloads its passion deep inside me.
He falls to the side, quickly scooping me into his arms and positioning me in his nook.
“Jenna,” he whispers.
“Yeah.”
“We’re not leaving this bed all weekend except to raid the refrigerator.”
I chuckle lightly, curling into his chest. “Sounds like a plan.”
Jenna
“There is no way we’re bringing that table inside,” I say, using my body to block the movers.
“Oh, come on, Savage. We just made love on it last week. Like hell I’m throwing that out.”
“First, the movers did not need to hear that. Second, the cap on one of the legs is missing, and it rocked the entire time. I thought I was going to die, or at the very least, suffer a major back injury.”
Weston digs into his wallet, pulls out a one-hundred-dollar bill and hands it to a mover. “Do you think you could see to the disposal of some of the fine items my girlfriend is insisting I part with?”
“We’re more than happy to do that, sir,” the man says, taking the bill from Weston.
“Oh,” Weston continues, “and if you could take away the furniture that’s already been delivered into the bedroom, that’d be great.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Excuse me? Didn’t we agree on taking my furniture because yours is a hodgepodge of bachelordom with pizza stains and the scent of poor life choices?”
Weston chuckles. “Yeah, but I just received my bonus from staying on with Alpha Tech, and I think we need something new. Something that hasn’t been touched by anyone other than us.”
I smile, warming to the idea of having something that can be just ours.
“What if we don’t work out? Then what?”
Weston almost looks hurt but quickly composes himself. “Jenna, I don’t see this not working. I’m going all in, with everything. And if I’m out a bed, I’m out a bed.”
My heart swells, and I find myself gasping for breath. I’m still not used to this new Weston. The one who’s so taken by me.
It’s been six months since we consummated our relationship. Although we professed our love beforehand, to the aroma of ImPressed coffee. I couldn’t help but think it wasn’t real. That he was just caught up in the situation.
Then, after three months, he was still telling me that he loved me every day, delivering flowers to my office multiple times a week, and practically living at my apartment. It was then that he brought up a more permanent solution: moving in together.
It’s rare that I ever get a fifth date with a man, let alone having one beg me to move in with him. I worried our relationship was an extension of our friendship, and still do sometimes, but Weston’s devotion never wavers, and in the entire six months we’ve been together, there hasn’t been one misstep.
With as attractive as he is, there is no shortage of options for potential hookups, but I haven’t caught him so much as glancing twice as a passing woman. When we’re together, it’s always me. Only me.
“Fine, but we should shop around today, lest you want to sleep on the floor.”
Weston snakes an arm around me, pulling me close. “As long as it’s beside you, I don’t care where we sleep tonight.”
God—how did I get so lucky?
“I wish you would have hinted at this before I had my bedroom set moved in yesterday.”
“I don’t want you worrying about these things. I’m paying for the movers, so you can just relax,” Weston says, kissing my forehead. “Now, let’s get your things out of the drawers.”
Inwardly, I sigh as I think about taking apart all the good work I did yesterday when I set up the bedroom. Tonight was supposed to be the first night we slept in the apartment, but without a bed, we might need to stay an additional night at Weston’s old place.
I enter the bedroom, determined to get this whole ordeal over with, but instead of my furniture, I see a room full of balloons as well as Angela, Elliot, and Wendy waiting for me.
