I could hardly breathe, and the heat of his breaths on my neck was starting to drive me crazy.

Motherfucker! I want him again! What is wrong with me?

I’d just had two of the most intense orgasms of my life, and my body was being a greedy bitch!

“Whitley,” he whispered.

He started to kiss my neck and then down my chest to my stomach. He got up and went into the bathroom. I was finally starting to return to Earth when I felt a warm washcloth. He was cleaning me. I closed my eyes and relaxed with each gentle stroke.

Before I even knew what was happening, I felt his tongue on my clit, and then his fingers slipped inside me.

“Jesus, Layton! I can’t! My body can’t take it.”

Holy motherf**king shit. It feels…amazing.

“Oh…Layton…that feels…oh God…oh God, Layton…not again!”

I arched my body as he sucked on my clit, and then he hit it with his tongue at just the right pressure, throwing me over the edge, as I called out his name.

He was lying on top of me again, and this time, he was kissing my nipple. He was trying to kill me with incredible, amazing, rock-my-world sex.

“I’m going to go rinse out my mouth, baby.”

I had my eyes closed, and all I could manage was, “Mmmkay.”

He laughed, and I felt the bed move as he got up and made his way into his bathroom. My body slowly started to relax like I’d never relaxed before. I felt him crawl back onto the bed.

Then, he pulled me next to him. “Sleep, my beautiful cowgirl,” he whispered as he stroked my arm up and down.

“Layton?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” I turned toward him, and I looked up into his eyes.

He smiled that drop-my-panties smile at me. “If you’re dreaming, then I’m also dreaming, and I don’t ever want to wake up.”

“I’ve never in my life experienced such amazing orgasms. I think I might have actually felt the Earth shake.”

Layton laughed and brought me closer to him. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. “Neither have I, Whit. It almost felt like it was my first time. It felt so f**king good.”

I smiled and felt myself drifting off into a dream. I was pretty sure I said his name as I fell deeper into my dream.

Chapter Fourteen: Layton

I instantly woke up in a cold sweat. I’d been dreaming of Mike. In my dream, he’d told me how I’d finally found the love of my life and how happy he was that I wasn’t sad anymore.

I glanced down at the beautiful woman in my arms, and I smiled.

We’d only known each other for such a short amount of time, but she was my everything. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl. The way she made me feel…was amazing. My heart felt like it was whole again.

I was finally looking at the other half of me. I was able to open my heart and let someone in—someone I wanted to be with more than I needed the air I breathed, someone I wanted to be with forever.

She moved, and I rolled right along with her. She lay on her side, so I pulled her in close to me. She felt so perfect in my arms. I smiled as I thought about how she had fallen apart three times for me. I had never been able to do that with Olivia. She’d just wanted to f**k and get it over with. With Whitley, we’d made love—sweet, slow love.

I had a feeling she’d never had or*l s*x…at least I was hoping she hadn’t. I wanted to be the first who had done that for her, not that motherfucker ex of hers.

What a stupid f**ker, not to see what an amazing woman she is.

“I’ll always protect you, Whit. I’ll never let anyone ever hurt you, cowgirl.”

She let out a small moan and pushed her ass into me. I instantly felt my dick coming back up. I knew she was exhausted, but I needed her. I needed to feel the love pouring out of her and into me, and I wanted to pour my love into her.

I moved back some and rolled her over. I moved my hand up and down her side. Her body shuddered, and I smiled. I loved what my touch did to her.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Whitley…baby, wake up.”

She let out another soft, small moan that traveled through my whole body.

Shit, the way she makes me feel is unreal.

She slowly opened her eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of hers.

“Layton,” she whispered, “touch me. Love me.”

I moved my hand down and slowly put two fingers inside her.

Fuck me, she’s so wet.

I started to move my fingers in and out. Reaching down, she grabbed my hand and stopped me from moving. She pushed me off of her, and the next thing I knew, she was straddling me.

“Can I be on top?” She raised her eyebrows.

I smiled, and she smiled back at me.

“Baby, that’s one thing you never have to ask.”

“Really? I want to make you come with me on top.”

Jesus. She acts like she’s never been on top before. Has she?

That f**ker probably didn’t want her to have control over anything.

God, I want to kill him.

“Layton?” she said almost in a whisper.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’ve, um…I’ve never been on top before, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to make you come.”

My heart broke in two. I sat up, grabbed her, and pulled her closer to me. I brought her lips to mine and kissed her as sweetly and softly as I could.

“Just move, Whit…you can’t do anything wrong, baby. Do what makes you feel good, and it will make me feel good also.”

She started off slowly as she moved her tongue along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth up to her, and she slipped her tongue inside. Instantly, I was lost in her kiss as I held her to me. Then, the way she was moving started feeling so damn good. I let go of her and fell back on the bed.

“Does it feel good?” she asked as she moved up and down so damn slow.

“Whit…it feels like f**king heaven. Faster, baby.”

The look in her eyes caused me to suck in a breath. Her eyes got a fire in them, and she started going faster and harder. I closed my eyes to concentrate on not coming too soon. When I opened my eyes, she had her head thrown back, and she was touching her breast.

Motherfucker…I’m gonna come soon…please, Whit…hurry.

“Whitley, baby…God, it feels so good. You look so f**king hot, touching yourself.”

Her head snapped forward, and she smiled at me. She slowly moved her other hand down and touched her cl*t as she continued to play with her nipple.

“Fuck.” I felt myself about to lose it. “Son of a bitch, Whitley…I’m gonna come, but I want you to come…”

She moved faster.

“Oh God, Layton…I’m going to come…Layton! Ah…”

I could actually feel her squeezing on my dick.

Holy shit, this is unreal.

I called out her name as I had probably the most intense orgasm of my life. It felt like I was pouring everything I had into her. It lasted forever.

She finally collapsed onto my chest, and we both tried desperately to catch our breath.

“I’ve…never…done…anything…like…that…before…” she said in between each breath.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. She got up and off of me and then lay down next to me.

I needed to tell her how I felt. I needed her to know. “I love you, Whitley. Please don’t ever leave me.”

She rolled over and put her chin on my chest. She looked into my eyes. “I love you, too, Layton. Please don’t ever hurt me.”

Shit. I felt tears building in my eyes. I squeezed them shut and vowed that I’d never, as long as I took a breath, let anyone hurt her. I’d kill them before I let them hurt her.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her. “I’ll never hurt you, baby. I promise.”

While in the kitchen, I looked at my cell phone and saw missed text messages from Olivia.

Fuck…why won’t she leave me alone? She’s getting married, for fuck’s sake.

I had also missed a text from Reed, saying he’d run into Courtney at the coffee shop, and his message went on and on about what a bitch she was. I laughed and shook my head.

I poured a cup of coffee and then a small glass of orange juice. I placed it all on a tray.

I’d gotten up and made breakfast tacos for Whitley and me. I’d watched her sleep for about an hour this morning. The small little noises she’d made had driven me insane with lust. It had taken everything out of me not to wake her up and make love to her again.

I closed my eyes, and I could feel her hands on my body. My dick instantly jumped. I laughed as I shook my head and headed back to my room with our coffee, juice, and tacos.

I glanced over to the picture that Mike had sent me right before he died. It was a Robert Tew quote.

It was almost like Mike had known Whitley would be coming into my life. He had given me hints. Even in my dreams, he had tried to tell me about her.

My doorbell rang, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Who in the hell is here? I’m not expecting anyone.

Both dogs started barking, and I tried to get them to be quiet.

I set the tray down on the entryway table and walked to the door as the doorbell rang again.

“I’m coming! Fuck, give me a damn minute.”

It had to be Mitch—only he would bother me this early on a Friday morning.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open. “What the hell, Mi—”

Olivia was standing in front of me. She smiled that smile that used to bring me to my knees.

Now, it did nothing to me, not a damn thing.

“What are you doing here, Liv?” I asked.

Her smile dropped. She shook her head and started to push past me. She walked in and shooed the dogs away.

“Well, I had something very important to talk to my party planner about, and I tried calling her all last night and this morning. Then, I ran into her overly talkative friend slash business partner”—she said with air quotes—“at the coffee shop this morning. Ugh, she was arguing with Reed about some stupid f**king tree.”

I had to smile, thinking about Reed and Court arguing about trees.

I wonder if Courtney knows what he does for a living. I’ll have to ask Whit.

I grinned, thinking about my sleeping beauty waiting in bed for me.

“Um, hello? Layton, I’m trying to talk to you!”

I looked up and shook my head. “Sorry.”

I saw her glance down, and she frowned at the tray of food. Her head snapped up, and she glared at me.

“Do you have company?” She stood there, staring at me.

Whit had pulled her car around back, so Olivia probably hadn’t seen it when she pulled up.

“Yes, I do. So, if you don’t have a real need for anything, Olivia, I’m going to ask that you go.”

At first, she looked pissed. Then, I saw tears building in her eyes. She put her face in her hands as she sat down and started crying.

My first reaction was to run to her and hold her in my arms. Then, I thought of Whitley saying, Please don’t ever hurt me.

I took a deep breath, leaned against the door, and waited for Olivia to finish her show. I wasn’t falling for her games anymore. The only thing I wanted was for her to leave, so I could get back to the love of my life waiting for me, nak*d, in my bed.