Page 18 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
“I’ve missed wine,” she says.
I think that’s what she said because all I hear is that moan.
Fuck, will she moan like that when I’m down on her sucking her clit or when I’m balls deep inside her? West, get a fucking grip! It’s just a glass of wine.
But Ineedto know.
What is this woman doing to me? I’ve never wanted or had a serious relationship before, never mind having a woman living with me. It never interested me at all. I was quite happy with my upper-class one-night stands, or two, if they were good. They knew the score, so don’t start giving me shit. They wanted the same thing as me. Sex. And that was it. Pure, unadulterated, consensual sex. Simple.
I haven’t had sex in three weeks now. Not even a fucking blow job. No one interests me like Sutton. Plus, for some strange reason, it would feel like I was cheating on her. I know there is nothing between us that we have spoken about, but it’s there, like electricity. You can’t see it or touch it, but it’s there, and if you get too close, it will shock the fuck out of you.
“So, what do you want to do? Netflix and Chill?” I ask all innocently. She looks at me like I’d just asked her to suck my dick. “Oh shit. Sorry, Sutton, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just a phrase.”
Her face changes to a look of disappointment, like when I moved away in the hospital.Fuck, this girl is hot.
“Unless you wanted me to mean it like that?”
Fuck it, West, just put it out there. What’s the worst she can do? Run? Ha, no such luck, hot lady. You’re on crutches.
The thoughts crossing my mind make me want to laugh, but I’m studying her face. She smiles, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “You pick the film; I’ll go get the snacks.”
I walk into the kitchen. Fuck, my dick has never been this hard. It’s straining against the fabric of my suit pants. It’s then I realise I need to get changed. I’m far too boss-like dressed like this. I head off to my room in search of something casual to wear. You would think I was going on a hot date. I go through my wardrobe.
Nope, too casual. Nope, she’ll see my fucking hard-on tented. Nope, I look like I’m going to the beach.
I finally settle on some workout gear with cycling shorts underneath. That should hold the bastard in place. I head back out to the kitchen, pick up the snacks, and throw them in a bowl.
Putting the bowl down on the coffee table, I sit closer to her. She didn’t say no to the Netflix reference, so I might as well give it a shot. She doesn’t move away. In fact, she moves a bit closer. Game on, West.
“You comfortable over there?” I’m scooting over to her a bit at a time. This feels remarkably like a teenage first date, but it’s fun. I get as close as I can and do the old stretching arm thing to put my arm around her.
She giggles, and it is the most seductive sound I’ve heard since the moan that started my dick twitching.
An hour into the film, she’s yawning, and to be honest, so
am I. It’s a shit film.
“Wanna watch something else? I’m not slating your film choices, but this is pretty crap.”
She laughs and agrees. I look for another and come across one of my all-time favourites. Before I have time to speak, she says, “Please, can we watch this? It’s my favourite film ever. I didn’t know it was on Netflix.”
I take the remote and click play. If I wasn’t falling for her before, I know I am now.Full Metal Jacketis not everyone’s vibe, but they used real soldiers as extras, and that’s what makes it real. Not many people knew that unless they were really into the military shit.
She then shocks the fuck out of me when she tells me why this is her favourite film. She then tells me that her Aunty Sarah’s ex-husband is one of the extras. This is the first time she has mentioned any family at all. She looks sad, so I’m not going to press her now on the family issue. I’m too comfortable lying on my sofa with a beautiful woman in my arms. I’m not shafting this for anything.
Chapter 15
Sutton
This apartment is amazing. Imagine a New York loft apartment—like they are in the movies—all open plan with huge windows, a full kitchen with a huge island breaking the living and kitchen area up, a dining table that seats eighteen people, and all in neutral colours. This is stunning.
You can imagine my surprise when I realise we love the same films. Most people my age don’t even know about it. The apartment screams money and power, but the thought of him and the film makes me feel closer to him. All the inuendoes around Netflix and chilling are making me hot in places I need to ignore.
When he went for the snacks, he came back in different clothes. And boy, am I glad; he looked too much like a boss. Which I know he will be when I start work, but why did he need to put those joggers on that are slung low and showing off the immense V of his hipbones? His t-shirt is tight and shows his abs, biceps, and his huge fucking pecks.
Why is this guy torturing me? When he moves closer to me on the sofa, I can’t help but move closer too. He’s like a magnet, and I need to keep myself in check, or I’m gonna fling myself right at him.
Talking about my Aunty Sarah made me a little sad. She is the only one in my entire family that I wished I could keep in touch with. She was the cool aunt, and my mother didn’t approve of our close relationship. Jealous bitch. She did everything possible to keep us apart. Even when she handed me over to the state as a child that couldn’t be controlled, she made sure my aunt couldn’t take me in. She caused so much trouble for Aunty Sarah, it was better for me to leave her alone.
