Page 20 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
Oh my God, he thinks of everything.
I take my shower and let my troubles go down the drain with the soapy water.
Back on the bed in my nice, clean, very unsexy pyjamas, I pick up my phone again.
Sutton: How do you know I’m not going to be alone tomorrow?
I wait for a reply. Nothing. This is not like Kara; she has her phone attached to her constantly. She never puts it down—ever—and she always replies within a few seconds.
Maybe it didn’t go through.
Sutton: Kara, please tell me who is going to be here tomorrow. I don’t like surprises. You know this, and after everything I’ve been through, I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t know.
Kara: Ask West.
That’s it. Ask West. That’s all she sent. What is going on? Are they talking to each other behind my back?
Sutton: You awake?
West: Yes, are you okay?
Sutton: Yes. Kara said I’m not going to be alone tomorrow. Who is coming? I’m not a baby that needs babysitting.
West: No one is coming. Well, except you, if you don’t stop texting me.
My face flushes. I put the phone down and look over at the box that still needs unpacking. I open the top and see a towel. I pick it up, and I’m just about to go for the next one when—
Woah. Oh no. Oh shit. The movers. They saw this. They fucking packed it. Oh, fuck no. How embarrassing. I’m so glad I don’t ever have to see them again. I must remember to tell West to get different movers when I leave. Has he seen inside? No, he couldn’t have. It was still all neat and tidy. No, he hasn’t. Well, I better put them away before he does see them or ask what’s in the box.
I open the bedside drawer and pop in all my ‘friends’. Yes, they are my friends. They don’t give me shit, they don’t take my money, and they make me happy. Friends.
I lie in bed for at least the next hour. I can’t sleep. It’s a strange place, and I can’t stop thinking of West on the opposite side of the corridor. I need to check if he’s asleep.
Sutton: You awake?
No answer. I wait ten full minutes.
Okay, the coast is clear.
I open my new bedside drawer and pull out my favourite battery-operated boyfriend.
Chapter 16
West
I’mwokenbythebuzzing of a text coming through.
Sutton: You awake?
I have a sneaky suspicion why she’s asking me. I don’t text back. If she needs me, she’ll shout or text again or even ring my phone if she is desperate. I lie back on the bed and listen. There is no sound. No moving
around. Nothing. I lie there for another ten minutes. I’m just about to get up and check to make sure she’s okay when I hear it: the faint buzzing sound I’ve been listening for.
Fuck, this is hot. Is she thinking of me? Did I turn her on so much earlier that she is desperate for release? Maybe she’s an active girl and needs regular release. Fuck, West, that could have been you in there with your head buried between her legs licking and sucking and taking her honey. You could have been the one to take that vibrator and rub it over her clit whilst fucking her with your tongue.
Fuck, I’m hard—so fucking hard it is starting to hurt. I’ve had the worst case of blue balls all day. I really need to do something about this or be inside her soon or I’m gonna lose my mind. I left my door open slightly just in case she needed me, and I’m so glad I did. I can hear her small moans. I know she’s trying to be quiet, but it’s the hottest thing ever. I grab my dick and lie back on the bed, listening to her moan.
I start moving my hand up and down my shaft. It doesn’t take long before the tension is building, and I’m not going to be able to control myself. I can’t stand this any longer. She is across the fucking hall with her hands where mine should be.
