“I know, baby,” I tell her when her face scrunches up and her whimpers turn to pleading words in Arabic. “I know.”
I continue letting her set the rhythm but move up to watch every emotion flit across her face. Her eyes open and meet mine. I could get lost in how warm they are in this light. I try to convey everything I want to tell her in that one look.
How much I’ve missed her. How sorry I am for what happened. How gorgeous she is as she comes apart for me. How much I still fucking love her.
“That’s it, Little Doe,” I tell her, holding her gaze as her pussy begins to grip our fingers. I stop thrusting and just pulse the pads of my fingers inside her. A deep and guttural moan comes from her throat, and I cover her mouth with my own.
I consume her mouth, shoving my tongue inside of her to swallow every little noise she makes as she comes all over my hand. The noises are obscenely wet and so fucking sexy I don’t want to stop.
“Wes,” she whispers, using her hand to pull us both free of her. “I’m too sensitive.”
I look down at her face, flushed and content from all the orgasms she’s had in the last couple of hours, and wonder how the hell I got so lucky as to have a woman like this let me be a part of her life. I could kick my younger self for letting her walk out of my life all those years ago.
“Never again,” I say out loud. Her eyebrows knit together, but she doesn’t ask what I mean; she just smiles and pats the side of my face.
“We need to clean up and go back to the party. Quinlan may be too busy to notice I’m gone, but there’s no way your guys haven’t realized you’re gone.”
“I don’t care about them,” I say, rolling completely on top of her. She lets out a grunt and laughs as her fingernails trail up and down my back. “I will go back up on one condition,” I tell her.
“And that is?” she asks.
“You give us a shot.”
“Wesley,” she groans, rolling her eyes and simultaneously trying to roll me off her. It doesn’t work.
“Zo?,” I mock her. “I’m serious. I planned to come with you when we were eighteen, and I want to come with you now.”
Her face clouds over, and I can tell there’s something troubling her. There’s something there that she doesn’t want to say. I shove off her, my mood suddenly soured.
“I thought we had gotten all the secrets out,” I tell her while I get dressed.
“I haven’t seen you for eight years, Wes,” she sighs, covering herself up with a blanket. “Excuse me for not wanting to jump into something that neither of us has thought through.”
“I don’t have to think it through, Zo?.” I button my damp shirt and make my way back over to her, gripping her jaw in my hand. She whimpers and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. “You were mine back then, and you’re mine now. Those years in between don’t exist for us anymore.”
“But Wes—”
I shut her up with a kiss and realize as I pull away that she has a few tears running down her cheeks. Wiping them away with my thumbs, I kiss her wet face.
“Get dressed. I’ll meet you upstairs.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
OWEN
“Where the fuck did Wes get off to?” I ask the rest of the guys as we sit around a high top next to the bar.
“I think he went to literally get off,” Pyro answers, wagging his eyebrows as Greg laughs and Jack’s face darkens.
“He better not be fucking around with Quin’s best friend he saw earlier. She will never let me live that shit down,” he groans.
I watch as the girl he was stalking earlier makes her way up the stairs. Her hair is a wild tangle of curls, and her face is flushed. They’ve clearly been fooling around, and I observe her look timidly around the party, searching for someone I would guess is Wes. She looks over to our table and spots Jack and then makes eye contact with me. I tip my lips up in a smile, and she makes her way over.
“Hey, Jack,” she says, giving the rest of us an uneasy glance. “Have any of you seen Wes? He told me to meet him back up here.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Jack groans and thunks his head down onto the table. I laugh and down the rest of my bourbon while the girl looks at Jack like he’s grown a second head.
“I haven’t since the two of you disappeared together,” I say with a wink. “But I can help you look for him. I’m sure he’s around here somewhere if he told you to meet him up here.” I slide off the barstool, and she follows me through the throng of people in the bar area.