Wesley

Much to everyone’s dismay, we head to Anna’s after leaving the police station. There’s no possible way I can be apart from her right now, and from the way she’s glued to my side, I gather she feels the same way.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower, and I’ll get some dinner together?”

I nod in agreement and kiss her forehead before heading to the bathroom. I need to wash the last twenty-four hours off my body. I scrub my body free from the dirt and grime, and as the hot water rinses the suds, the desolate feelings seem to go down the drain, too.

Anna believes in me. She didn’t give up on me, even when I was ready to give up on myself.

The Bellamys, Eddie, Neil, Tae, even Winston Ross—they all believed in me.

Maybe I wasn’t born privileged, but I sure feel it now. Family is more than blood, and I’m ready to accept the fact that I have a family.

I leave the bathroom, feeling rejuvenated. And starving. Plus, I’ve been apart from Anna for fifteen minutes, which is far too long.

In the kitchen, I find her bent over, checking on the contents of the oven, heart-shaped ass and long, toned legs on display, and my hunger changes from craving food to…Anna. I need her.

Fuck, how I need her.

Stepping up behind her, I grasp her hips and pull her backside into my pelvis, so she can feel the bulge underneath my towel.

“Oh,” she gasps. She closes the oven and turns, biting her lip when she sees how aroused I am. “Dinner won’t be ready for another fifteen minutes.”

“Good. I need you, Anna. I need to bury myself in you.”

A flush makes its way up her neck, and she nods, holding my gaze.

I pull my towel off, baring myself to my angel. Her eyes travel down my form, caressing me with her gaze, showing me how much she wants me. My cock stands proud in front of me, pulsing when she looks at it, as per usual. When she licks her lips, it pulses again, and my need becomes too great to just stand there anymore.

Stepping forward, I clutch her neck in one hand and her waist with the other, bringing her flush against me. It isn’t close enough though, so I lean down and pick her up, loving the way it feels when she wraps her legs around me. I kiss her again and again, her mouth, her neck, her collarbone. Then, kisses aren’t enough, so I bite her, pulling her lower lip in between my teeth, biting where her shoulder meets her neck, and then her earlobe. Little nips and tugs to get as much of her inside my mouth as I can.

The sounds of our frantic breaths fill the room, and her hands roam all over my body, pulling my ass closer, pulling my hair, moaning into my mouth when I thrust my hardness against her center.

She’s wearing too many clothes, so I set her down, grunting my frustration at the offending shirt and pants. We both get to work, stripping her naked in seconds.

I pull her into my arms again, and the feel of skin on skin with no barrier between us is sweet relief. Picking her up again, I spin and sit her butt on the kitchen table just as she reaches down and guides my cock to her entrance. She’s sitting upright, her legs wrapped around my waist, lips connected to mine.

“Please, Wes, I need you inside,” she pants.

The slippery, wet feel of her is heaven, and I stroke my cock all the way inside with one fast thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

“Yesss.”

“I can’t be slow,” I warn.

“I don’t want you slow.”

Her pussy clenches around me, and I almost come right then. Clenching my jaw, I brace myself.

“Hold on.”

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and nods.

Then I fuck her.

I fuck her hard, bucking my hips forward so powerfully, the table starts to move. But I don’t care. I need to get deeper. I grasp her hips, pulling her onto my cock with every thrust, shoving as deep inside as I can.

Anna loves it. Her moans escalate into screams as I pound into her.

“That’s it. Scream for me, Angel. Let me hear you.”

She does. She screams, “Please,” and, “Oh God, don’t stop,” and, “More.”

When she comes, her pussy hugs my cock, squeezing it as she jerks and seizes in my arms. I slow down and look between us, fascinated by the sight of her lips stretching around me, and I can actually see the muscles contract.

“Oh fuck, Anna, that’s so fucking hot, watching you come on my cock. I’m going to fill you up.”

My orgasm is impossible to hold back this time, and I surge forward, emptying myself inside her. I thrust my cock slowly in and out with every pulse, coating her insides with my cum.

Then, I can’t help it. My compulsion calls again. I sweetly kiss her and then pull out. I lower myself, so I’m eye-level with her core. Her sweet pussy is red and wet from the pounding I gave her. As I spread her open, she clenches, and my fingers are ready to catch the cum that dribbles out of her. I push it back in and latch on to her clit with my lips.

“Oh fuck!” She leans back on her hands, thighs trembling.

I love doing this to her, making her come again while I play with her pussy still wet with my cum inside her. I’ve learned her body well, so I slide my fingers up, finding that spongy patch of skin and rubbing it with firm strokes while I suck and lick and flick her clit.

She trembles and shakes and begs me to stop.

“I can’t!” she shouts, on the verge of sobbing.

But I know she can. The flutters start up again, and I suck her clit, latching on to it with teeth. She detonates, shamelessly rubbing herself against my face to ride her orgasm.

It’s beautiful.

She’s beautiful. My angel. My best friend. My siren. My everything.

I’m so hard again. I debate on sliding back inside her, but the oven buzzer dings.

We both laugh at the sound, having forgotten all about dinner cooking in the oven.

After we eat, we lie in bed. Her limbs tangled with mine, I trail my fingers all over her soft skin, as usual.

I’m so grateful to have this woman in my life. I want to spend forever intertwined with her, just like this.

“Will you marry me, Anna?” The question is out before I can think better of it.

Her head snaps up, wide eyes looking down at me. “What?”

As I stare at her beautiful eyes, I know I don’t want to take the question back. “I love you, Anna Bellamy. I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you and making you happy. Will you marry me?”

Her shocked expression turns into happiness as she launches herself at me. “Yes!” she shouts, kissing me hard. “Oh my God, Wesley! Yes!”

There should be a better word than happy to describe the way her answer makes me feel.

“I haven’t asked your dad or bought a ring yet,” I confess, smoothing her hair out of the way as it drapes around us.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to ask my dad, and I don’t even need a ring!” She straddles me and kisses every patch of skin she can find.

“Of course I’m going to ask your dad. And of course you need a ring!” I meet her lips with mine, and she sighs into me. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Maybe Tae can tattoo our ring fingers,” she suggests, grabbing my left hand and touching my ring finger.

I smile, loving the idea. A ring would be hard for me to wear at work, but a tattoo would be perfect. “You’d do that? Get a wedding band tattooed on your finger? Wouldn’t that be…too…”

“Permanent? Wesley, you’re already tattooed onto my heart. I’d happily tattoo my promise to you on my finger. I’m never going to stop loving you.”

Eyes burning, I swallow around the lump in my throat and kiss her.

I taste her love for me and pour my own feelings into the kiss. And, when her wet slit slides over my erection, I flip her over, slide inside, and make slow, sweet, unhurried love to my fiancée.

Anna

The next day, we head to John’s to get Wesley’s things. We have a lot to plan, and we’ll take our time with everything, but we both agreed that we didn’t want to wait to move in together. So, even though all of Wes’s tools and projects are at John’s, we just can’t live with my brother. Wes moving in with me just makes sense. Once my lease is up, we’ll find a new place together. A house with a garage and lawn, just like he’s always wanted.

“Hey, guys!” John greets, eyeing our linked hands. “I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to talk to you. You okay?” he asks Wes.

We join him in the living room, sitting on the couch opposite him.

“I’m fine. Never better actually.” He smiles at me.

“Wes is going to move in with me,” I tell my brother.

Wes really does want to ask my dad for my hand, so he asked if we could wait until they had lunch this afternoon before announcing our engagement to everyone.

John’s eyebrows shoot up. “Is that so? Well, I have a proposition for you.” A pleased smile stretches across his face.

I’m not sure what I was expecting him to say, but he doesn’t seem upset by the news, so I’ll take that as a positive.

“What’s your proposition?” Wes asks.

“You eventually want to live in a house, right?” He eyes the both of us. “I mean, you need a garage space with room to work, something like you have set up here, right?”

We both nod.

“Yeah, we’re going to find something once Anna’s lease is up. Can I keep my supplies here in the meantime? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I promise I’ll clear everything out once we get our own place.”

“What if I told you I have the perfect place for you? Would you be willing to move in now?”

“I don’t know. It’d have to be in our budget.”

“It’s affordable.” He smiles.

Wesley and I glance at each other.

“A house?” I ask.

“Yep, a house. Great location, fairly new, three bedrooms, nice-sized garage and lawn.”

This sounds too good to be true. It’s everything on our list.

“Well, does it sound good?”

We nod warily.

“Sounds a bit too good to be true.” Wes voices my thoughts.

He spreads his arms out on either side. “It’s this place.”

“Here? Your house?”

He nods, beaming at us.

“Well…” Wesley starts, trying to figure out how to tactfully tell him that we can’t move in with him. There’s no way I can be quiet during sex, and my brother doesn’t need to hear that.

“We need a place of our own,” I say instead.

He raises his hands up. “Shit, that’s not what I meant. Reanell and I are moving in together, so I have been debating on what to do with this place. I need to either sell it or rent it, and I’m not sure I trust just anyone to rent it.”

“Really?” I gape. I love John’s house.

“Really.”

Wes and I look at each other, and I can see the gears turning. He likes this idea, but he’s worried about accepting a handout. “We’ll have to talk it over and get back to you. But, if we do this thing, we’d buy it from you, John.”

He nods. “Agreed, but I’m in charge of the price. If you want the place, it’s yours. We can work out the details later.”

My smile is uncontrollable. Wes takes one look at me and can tell I love the idea. From his hopeful expression, he loves the idea, too.

“Give us a second?” I ask John.

“Of course. You stay here. I’ll be in my room, packing up. I’m headed to Reanell’s tonight.”

When he’s out of earshot, I turn to Wes. “What do you want to do?”

“The house is pretty perfect.”

I nod enthusiastically. “And the garage is already set up as a workshop with all your tools. Plus, it has a nice yard, and it’s so close to my work and my parents’.” I’m not above batting my eyelashes and pouting.

He chuckles at my obvious begging and then grows serious. “I don’t know if I can afford it right now.” He looks down, his expression shuttered, embarrassed.

This man would do anything to make me happy, and not having enough money makes him feel inadequate. Not having money has always made him feel like he’s not worthy.

“Hey”—I pull his chin, so I can see his beautiful blue-gray eyes—“we’re a team now. That means sharing money and expenses. And I haven’t had a whole lot of reasons to spend money in the last few years, so I have a nice nest egg built up.”

He stands and starts to pace the living room. “But that’s your money. I don’t want you to spend all of your savings on a house for us.”

“And, if you had the money instead, would you use it to buy me a house to make me happy?”

“Well, yes, but—”

I hold my hand up to stop him. “I want this for us. What matters most is that we’re together. It’s okay we use my money for now. We’ll use yours later.”

I can see him processing my words as he stares at me.

Then, he takes a deep breath and his beautiful smile spreads across his face. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right. Let’s do it.”

I jump up and hug him.

“We are going to be able to cross a lot of things off your list.”

He kisses my forehead. “I think we need to make a new list. Together.”

I like the sound of that.