Weston
Last test, I lay on the floor as a hand came through the bars of the cage next to mine, and my one and only true friend gave me hope.
“We’re going to get through this,” she stated with fierceness as she tried to chase away my worries.
He was crazy. A raving lunatic.
“Don’t listen to the voices of doubt,” she pleaded.
* * *
Amber
I woke up with my nightmare completely gone, reminisces of pieces that couldn’t be put together. There was an ache inside of me, and I didn’t know why. Then, I became acutely aware of the sizzle I felt when I was near one of the guys. But this time, I wasn’t just near one of them, I was in bed with one of them.
Slowly, I became aware of an arm around my waist and a hard body against my back. I tensed. The second thing I noticed was the lack of clothing, and my body thoroughly pleased. My mind skidded to the memories of last night, and I relaxed with a soft groan. I slept with someone. Not just anybody. But Weston. The man I met at the bowling alley last night. The man that made my insides squeeze. And the third man to give me those tingles.
My body was alive with the knowledge he lay next to me.
Strong fingers, spread across my stomach in possessiveness, tightened as Weston adjusted himself from behind me. He swept the hair away from my neck and kissed my shoulder. “Babe, you awake?”
His husky voice vibrated against my bones. A sweet sensation. One that the tasted of honey and chocolate combined could never match up to. Just hearing his voice, my body grew aware of every sensation he brought me to the brink of last night. A blush stole up my cheeks, and I was glad he couldn’t see.
“Yeah,” I finally answered him.
His hand crept to cup my breast. He pinched my nipple, rolling it around, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. His mouth met my neck once again, his hips pressed against my back, and the growing bulge told me he was in for a round two.
“Are you up for some more of what we had last night?” he asked against my skin, taking little love bites along the way.
I moaned as he got more intense in his attentions, taking my sounds of pleasure as his answer. He rolled me over, capturing my mouth as his strong hands curved down my sides, grabbed my hips, and navigated them to where he wanted me. He played with me and brought out intense feelings I could never get from one of my toys at home. He sucked, bit, and most likely left marks all along my body, bringing me to the edge.
He slowly eased inside, testing my readiness before he slid home in one fell swoop. Giving me a groan of his own, he took my hands and lifted them over my head, his blue eyes boring into mine. “Grab the bottom of the headboard and hold on. Don't let go.”
I nodded and did as he commanded, my fingers tight around the bottom edges of the headboard. His hands trailed down my arms to the the sides of my rib cage. His thumbs brushed over my pebbled nipples. Light touches at first, then they grew into tweaks and pleasure.
He bent down and kissed me on the lips, his hands leaving my chest, fingertips trailing down the outside of my thigh to push my legs up as he took on a steady rhythm that brought us both over the edge.
I cried out as his mouth trailed kisses down the column of my neck to my shoulder. “That's it, babe,” his low tone urged. “Milk me. Give me all you got. So sweet. So addicting.”
He growled his satisfaction, pausing above me as he came in hot spurts.
After a moment, he pushed himself up and swept away a strand of hair from my face, and bright blue eyes stared into mine. “You okay?”
Air escape me as I chuckled. “Yeah, I think I'm just exhausted.”
His chest rumbled, and I felt it through my whole body as he held me close and twisted us until I lay on top of him. “Then, I’m doing something right.”
It was Sunday and I knew I needed to get back home. I couldn’t spend my whole day in bed even though that's where I wanted to be. The Jameses would be looking for me, so would Maria. At least she had his digits and address.
I needed to get going, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to get home. Maria took my car.
Satisfied for the moment, I laid across his chest.
Then, I got up, making my way to the bathroom and picking up my clothes along the way.
“You leaving, babe?” His gruff voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Changing,” I called back. Setting my purse on the counter, I dug out my phone to check in and text Maria to come and pick me up.
In all his naked glory, Weston came to the bathroom door and leaned against it. “So you’re getting ready to leave,” he surmised as his heated gaze drifted over my frame until his eyes came back up to mine. “Any chance we could go another round?”
I sent him a sly grin, went to the door, and started to shut it. “No.”
***
Once dressed, and with Maria downstairs waiting, I stood outside his door.
He kissed me. “I’ll call you later.”
I jerked back, thinking about all the others who’d said the same. “Sorry, bud. No phone number. The other two I gave it out to haven’t even bothered to use it.”
Then, I turned to walk off. My phone dinged, and I pulled it out.
I had a text.
Unknown number: You good for dinner tomorrow? -Weston
I turned back. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he sported a scary grin as he waved his phone in the air. "Sorry, I already helped myself to it.”
I laughed, warmed by the fact he took an inch and went a mile. Turning away, I started out of the building.
“Babe, what's your answer?”
I lifted my phone and text back.
Amber: Maybe.