Until July Page 23
“Were you able to find out anything?” I ask after a moment, and he shakes his head again.
I bite the inside of my cheek and look at my friend. I hate that I had gotten her hurt. “What now?” I ask as he sits on the couch next to me.
“I talked to Jax. Between his boys and mine, we’ll be able to figure this out.” He pulls me closer to him with a hand behind my neck which I notice that he does a lot. “I’m going to stay here with you and your friend until we can get some security in at her place and yours.”
“Ugh, what—?” I whisper.
“That’s not happening. Whoever did this isn’t going to scare me out of my own home. I love you, but I’m not staying here,” Kayan says, cutting in and sitting up from where she had fallen asleep.
“It’s not safe for you to be there alone,” I tell her gently, and she stands up, crossing her arms over her chest.
“They are not scaring me out of my house,” she repeats.
“You’re not staying alone,” Z growls, coming into the house.
“You’re not my dad,” she replies, and my mouth drops open in surprise.
“You’re not staying alone, Kitten,” Z says, leaning forward and getting into her space.
“Fine, I’ll call Eric.” She shrugs.
“Think again,” Z tells her, and I have no idea what’s going on, but I would swear I’m missing something.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she shouts.
“Bet your sweet ass I can!” he shouts back, causing Capone to start barking at them.
“I’m going home,” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration when he continues to glare at her.
“Okay, then I’m staying with you,” Z says, sweeping his hand toward the door.
“What?” She stops, her body freezing, and I swear you could have heard a pin drop.
“I’m staying with you,” he repeats.
“Uhh…” She looks at me like she just realized what she was doing and I smile.
“Maybe I’ll just stay here,” she whispers.
“Nope, walk your sweet ass to your car. I’ll follow you home.”
“Um…” She glances at me and I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I have never seen her act like she did moments ago. Never.
“Fine,” she glares at Z then looks at me, “I’m quitting tomorrow.”
“You were already fired,” I remind her. I’m still upset about that damn cat suit.
“I hate you.” She tells me as she stomps toward the door, past Z, who watches her ass as she leaves.
“Please be nice to her,” I plea, and he gets this strange look on his face, lifts his chin, and then leaves, shutting the door behind him.
“That was so weird,” I say, looking from the door to Wes, who’s smiling.
“She’ll be fine.” He runs his thumb over the skin under my eye. “Are you tired?”
“Very,” I affirm through a yawn. It’s been a very long weekend, and not a relaxing one. My life has never been this exciting.
“Go on to bed and I’ll make sure everything’s locked up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, pulling me off the couch, kissing my forehead, and pushing me towards the hall. I stop in my guestroom and put an extra pillow and blanket out before heading to my room, stripping off my clothes, slipping on a tank top, and getting into bed I expect it to take awhile to find sleep but the moment my eyes close I’m out.
“I put an extra pillow and blanket on the guest bed for you,” I mumble half asleep as Wes drags me across the bed and wraps his body around mine.
“Saw that.” He kisses the skin behind my ear, pulling me deeper into him with a hand on my stomach. “I’m not sleeping under the same roof as you and not sleeping next to you.”
“Oh,” I breathe. My body begins to wake up as his hips press forward so that his cock rests right between the cheeks of my ass. He feels huge and thick, and just thinking about it causes a shiver to slide down my spine.
“Shhh,” he hushes me when I whimper as he lifts my tank top and rests his hand against the skin of my stomach. Every nerve in my body is in tune with him, every one of them reaching out to him, waiting for his touch.
“Wes,” I whisper into the dark as his fingers slide along the elastic of my panties, causing the muscles in my lower abdomen to contract.
His hips shift forward again, making my lungs freeze in anticipation and a rush of wetness to spread between my legs. Squeezing my eyes closed, I wait for his touch. His fingers move slowly down my pubic bone and over the bare lips of my pussy. I let out a harsh breath as the muscles of his body coil behind me and his fingers slip through my folds.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re fucking soaked,” he breathes against my ear while sliding a finger inside me, only to move it out again. His hand on my hip forces me to my back and he looms over me, the light of the moon making it possible to see him. His head lowers and his breath whispers against my lips. “Open your legs, baby.”
My knees had bent and my thighs had somehow locked together, his fingers again playing along the edge of my panties. I fight myself for only a brief moment before sliding my legs apart. His teeth bite into my bottom lip, making me gasp. His tongue slips into my mouth and two fingers glide between my folds, over my clit, and into me, making my back arch and a loud moan to leave my mouth into his.