Page 80 of From This Moment (After We Fall 4)
We ran across the lawn to the garage and slipped inside through the service door. Wes yanked open the passenger door to the backseat of his SUV, and I jumped into it. As soon as he got in and shut the door, I undid my jeans and shimmied out of them. He unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants, shoving them down past an erection that sprang free from restraint.
“Oh, fuck.” He lifted his hips off the seat and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.
“Let me.” I grabbed it from him, fished out the condom, and tore the packet open.
“Oh my God, I feel eighteen again,” I said as I rolled it over his thick, hard shaft.
“So do I, so you better get over here before I come just from watching you do that.” He reached for me, swinging me onto his lap, groaning as I positioned his cock beneath me and slowly lowered myself onto him.
When my ass was resting on his thighs, I grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, panting through the deep, stabbing twinge. But we had no time for comfort. And I liked the pain anyway—there was no pleasure without it.
“We have to hurry,” I said as I began to move, rocking my body over his.
“No problem.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against his body as he flexed his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit.
Our eyes locked as we raced toward the peak together, our skin growing damp with sweat, the car windows fogging up. It was our own little world, a secret paradise where no one could find us, no one could hurt us, no one could tell us what we wanted was wrong. We were together as one, and nothing would ever come between us. “Yes!” I cried out as my body erupted in powerful, billowing waves. Wes groaned, his body stiffening, his hands squeezing my ass as his cock pulsed with life inside me.
“Tell me again,” I said, breathing hard, tipping my forehead against his. “Tell me again I won’t lose you.”
“You won’t lose me.” His hands slid up my back. “I’m here.”
I closed my eyes. “God, I wish you could stay the night. I want to sleep in your arms. I want to wake up and know you’re there. I’m so tired of being alone when the sun comes up.”
“I wish I could, too. But I think that would be very confusing for Abby.”
Abby. My sweet girl who wanted Wes to be her daddy. I thought about the drawing on the fridge.
If only it were that easy.
“It would. And I don’t want to confuse her any further.” I sighed. “Come on. We better get back inside. I don?
??t want her to wake up and think I left her.”
We pulled ourselves together enough to sneak back into the house and check on Abby, who was sleeping soundly. Wes was nearly out the door when he noticed the drawing on the fridge.
“Is that new?”
I glanced at it. “Yes. She brought it home today.”
He moved closer to it, and I followed.
“I’m not sure whether that’s you or Drew,” I confessed. “But I didn’t want to ask her.”
“I think it’s me.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. She always tells me I have big hands.”
“Oh.” Part of me was glad she’d drawn Wes, and part of me wasn’t.
“They’re nothing compared to your feet, though. What’s going on there?”
I laughed, looking down at my bare feet. “I don’t know. I only wear a six and a half.”
“You look like a hobbit or something.”
I hit him on the shoulder. “Thanks.”
